Dear Pol,

Its been a fun weekend. I attended the SPEW school reunion this morning. What fun it was! I was seeing most of them after a span of almost 8 years. And I remembered everyone of them. How surprised they were when I told them I remembered their initials too! After all, how could I forget? You know my memory, dont you?

It was in 8th grade that I left SPEW and moved to EMV. So, you will know what memories I had of all of them. The last time I saw them- we were all little boys and girls, the transition from knickers to pants had just begun, some of us had small strands of hair sprouting out of our faces, and girls were getting more and more involved in little secret meetings(No boy knew what they discussed in those meetings though we hadn't left any stone unturned to find out what was it they talked). And today when I saw them, they were no more boys and girls, but men and women. Some working, some studying, some married and some getting ready for a marital life.

I had to really admire how well people were getting along with their lives. There were some who, I remembered, were pathetic at school but were living blessed lives now. Every person I met had a story to tell. I just couldn't stop myself from exclaiming 'Amazing' to every such story. The stories just didnt revolve around their careers. There were lots of stories about relationships- both parental and romantic. Another thing I admired was how beautiful the ladies were. Eight years ago I didnt have the harmones for this kind of an admiration. But today was different. There were a couple of them at whom I couldn't stop staring. Puberty is amazing, isnt it?

So, when we departed after all the song and dance, we decided to meet up again sometime. Looking forward to it already.

Photon

Dear Pol,

Man, how do you think you will feel when your girlfriend gets married and you are kept in the dark about it all? How do you think you will react when you are informed about the marriage the night before the new couple are leaving the country for a post-marriage romantic rendezvous?

Does it sound melancholic? Not that it effected me too much. In fact, I didnt even think much about it. Why should I, when I have never said that I loved her nor heard anything like that from her? But it was funny that someone somewhere thought that I was spending the night under my blanket silently crying over an over relationship. LOL. I know that you know how I felt that night. Frankly man, I didnt give a damn.

I just read the previous para I have written. Adorned with a touch of contradiction, wasnt it? Well, thats just how I am feeling. I dont know what to feel!! Thats what is saddening me. Putting the thing into oblivion is something which I have been trying to do. But it just keeps coming back. I said that I dont think too much about it. Yes, I dont. But my mind does.

I havent got anything else to write.

Photon.