Strong Memories

When I was 9 years old, my school closed and my parents were transferred to an other place which is 60 Kms away from our town. As my mom had promotion we were all eager to move to that place. I dint make any friends there. But my brother did easily with my dad's colleagues families kids who are five in number. As days passed, I also joined them as six. We six shared all the normal school and college experiences. We were so different in ages but we were friends regardless. Niruba is the biggest of us in final year MCA, followed by Nimal in B.E 2nd year, Nithya in 10th, Godwin 9th, Livingston 9th, and finally me 7th :):) too small :P They were my friends and my confidence.We always feel the genuine love for one another from the depth of our souls.We always had a smile, a joke, a shoulder or and an ear to lend one another. In fact our favorite thing to do was to have our parents drop us off at Nirub's home, where we will have all long talks with no concept, playing shuttle, carom board, cards, mocking, walking, riding, birthday parties, trip to ooty and hearing songs with few photo clicks.

Our parents had been best friends. We grew up next door to each other, played our way through. I could hardly sit in the class just anticipating the next time I would see them and the evening we would spend together. Being around them is some of the happiest times I had ever experienced. Unfortunately all good things must come to an end so as this happiness. We moved to an other place because of parents transfer again. It was December 23,2005 We shifted our house to Madurai with the feeling which I can't express without tears. Its been seven years but We continue to learn about each other and grow closer!!! 

I drifted back to these memories as I am staying in Nirubs home for my exams.