The Necessary Evil

Sorry, we are late in updating our blog but we are obviously the latest.

We decided the date of our farewell considering the exam fixture. We just understood the importance of time and what changes it would bring to ones character. Windsor Castle was selected as the venue and it became a bizarre celebration in our (those who value friendship) life.

The weight of strangers was once again the same with the return of the heavy one. He was loosing weight and he could see the sleepy eyes through the rounded specs. He remained content within himself, chaos filled the air and we started to believe that there is some thing called ‘destiny’.

On the others side, the soil was fertile and it prevented reflections from it, but the impaired vision was seeking only the springs underneath it .The soil allowed the weeds to grow,the rain came and went,the growth of the weeds were fast as time. The most trusted myth of truth was scattered as the soil was heading towards the transition to a desert with full of mirages, again the word echoed in the ear holes, destiny....every time with a hug we told to each other ’its life, never try to hold it tight in your hand because it will ease through your fist like the soil in a closed fist’

After the last feast together, we departed like every other batch of students but we were certainly leaving behind our foot steps in our college. We three stayed together and enjoyed a few more days in golden tower, and then we departed for exam preparations.

We were back after spending some dizzy days at home, we were the same, empty as we left but none of us was nervous about the exam. We were so calm that even the usual last night preparations went haywire, we were sitting in a room ,face to face, haunted of some weird reasons .But ,as always ,we survived the exams and this time we were not worried about the results. At last, we vacated Golden Tower and the roads before us separated into three different paths.

What next…..only God knows….the thunderstorms and tides are over….the sea is calm from the surface….showered in the moon light, the strangers are going for new voyages but this time having a hurricane in mind against the tornados of the world. We were the same but improved, we learned to shout, to walk against the adversities and more importantly to survive.

The unending memoirs are still waiting you, but this time not from the college….from three different places…..new terrains, new soil, new quests and new relations……we invite you to the road we took and the paths not taken, we will give you a spring instead of a flower, an ocean while you search for a drop of water and we will always shout instead of whispering that ‘we were, we are and we will be friends, friends for ever’.
So, keep searching for the STRANGERS, here we come.