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REMEMBER THAT TIME WHEN...

Remember that time when.......... 
20 years from now this is how every conversation is going to begin and the circle of those friends reunited will be teary eyed as it progresses. Nostalgia will be imminent and inevitable. It will bring back floods of memories, good or bad, but more importantly those were the choices that changed your life step by step. 
Some crazy ideas and pranks, some joyful moments and appreciation, all these will only yearn you to relive those beautiful days over and over again. Be it school, college or societies you made memories everywhere. 
The teacher and professors whom you condemned for less marks are the people you'd always want to go and thank them for the support. 
All the mischief during class hours and vying away your time after, never worrying just living in the moment. That person 20 years ago is the one you envy now. 
The crushes- big highlight, with all the pairing and teasing while you go around embarrassed. Sometimes its the fights and sometimes the weird times when you and your friend are twinning, they all remind you of the great times. 
The so called enemies who suddenly became very close friends, standing right beside you through thick and thin. 
It all changed so swiftly over the years and you never realized when you went from living the dream to dreaming the life. It was going so well when life happened and shuffled up your expectations but as you look back, it was life that was happening all along, all that changed was that you grew up but you still feel the same way about all the beautiful things that materialized in those heartfelt years. 
Make memories, they are irreplaceable exactly like your friends, parents, teachers and unique strangers you meet on the journey of life.

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