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After 18 years.....

Out of the bloom, a friend created a Whatsapp group of school friends. It is quite an effort to bring all together, and we all are grateful to her. Once, a few of us got on to the group, we had our generous contribution towards contacts - even one qualifies as "generous". 😀A few are missing, I'm sure we will have them onboard soon.

After a burst of how-are-you's, we made sure we shared our latest pictures with family and know how different/fatter/toned we look after 18 long years. Well, everyone better be married, else, they are in a soup with: what, why-not, how-come questions around marriage. Yes, we still think there is no way-out without marriage. Turns out, we have a few singles in the group, while some are newly wed, new parents, parents with school going kids.

Of course, a lot has changed in each of our lives. It is wonderful to know we are in different professions and contributing in our fields.

While the initial chat, this one guy whom I always thought is bitter, seems jovial with cracking jokes and having a good time. I had to ask why he always seemed angry with me. For which, the other friend was surprised and said he is always a fun guy. But, sweet of him, he admitted that, it was a time. It seems, once he offered me a chocolate and I refused to take. 🙈His idea was to bribe me with chocolate to not score good grades, and ask to let the boys take care of grades. He says, marriage now has changed a few things; and I couldn't be happier for his marriage. 😜Nevertheless, I thought he must know that I failed in a subject while Engineering (he must thank my husband, then "friend".. its funny how); for which, his joy was apparent.

While catching up on life, I could not help but notice:
   - A friend emphasizing on "playing with kid" once he gets back from work as part of his life's responsibilities
  - A friend, once left the chat group and threatens us: if her messages get lost without a response among heap of messages. Now, we make sure, she gets at least 2-3 replies to her every message. 😝
  - A friend who is in reaching profession, makes sure we hear: he is guiding PhD students with thesis at any opportunity he finds.
 - One addresses himself as our Head Madam's "Darling". As per him, without scolding him, food  never went down her throat. Well, after a brief negotiation, he agreed to share "Darling" with me. She used to give me a mouthful every-time I was in her sight; or at least, thats the way I felt.

We are all different, yet SO, beautiful!

At (most) times, we act childish; I guess, it is to do with childhood memories of each other. 😅We pull each others' legs, speak about crushes and love stories, express the joy of getting back together.


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