Moving on...
From the diary of a teenage guy: "You leave school…you lose touch…you move on…you fall in love and see others fall out of it! In the empty moments you time travel and you are back to where it all began…bitter-sweet but no less compelling! :-) In school, we fell in love to live. We were young, maybe even capricious and turbulent, and we hated being alone. You know…at that moment you need someone other than your parents and friends to share your thoughts…your dreams. Someone who will make you complete…a woman from a girl. I would say it dared us to dream Technicolor in an otherwise gray life of soccer, sandesh, and semesters. It was the brightest spot of your teen years before ambiguous adulthood crept in. It was ‘like a warm shoulder in a cold world where you can find all the comfort’, but yet again, freedom sans responsibility is dangerous, growing up without others’ thoughts worse. We all look at it differently, but that’s how I rest my case. I can not rule out wh