MADHURIMA BHATTACHARYA, XII-C

Nothing compares to the stomach ache you get from laughing with your friends, isn’t it? Yesterday while my classmates and I were discussing about the probable topics, we realized that this might be our last assembly of our school life.

Friendship begins with simple talks. It blooms in to a long and deep conversation and the next thing you know is that you begin to care so much. In this last year of our school, when we 12thers look back to these 14 years of school life, we realize how many friends we made, how many friends we left and how many friendships we preserved. I guess that the most common topic amongst us these days is about our friends, either about the ones we have lost or the best friends that we have. My heart somewhere sinks when I think that these people, whom I call my friends today, might just not exist in my life 5-6 years later. Friends are like stars, they come and go, but the ones that stay are the ones that glow. For most of us here, we perhaps now realize the value of relations that we’ve built so far. We now look back to the days when we went for out first hangout posing as adults, the first time we shared our Tiffin and realized how good our mothers are as cooks or for that matter our very first exam. It’s sad to realize that the most cherished part of our life is about to end, your routine will change, there will be no uniform, no fear before growing nails or not shaving and no excitement before summer vacations. We’ll certainly be in contact with our close friends, but then, there will be no planning for taking a leave together or discussing about the things to get on Teachers Day. The relations we have built so far are your partners in weirdness and your crime partner and they make you laugh a little louder, smile a little bigger and live a little better.

And I would like to end by a note for every best friend from his best friend:

20 years from now,

I will look back and remember that you were that one person who could turn every frown in to a smile in a few simple words,

that person who lifted my head when I was losing hope;

that one person who carried tears on her shoulders after every fight, every death;

that one person who knew who I really was and that one person that made the biggest difference in my life.

…. My best friend.