a graduate (finally)


Today, there are no last words. No goodbyes. No 'phir milenge'. No 'best of luck'. No emotional texts.

Time doesn't stand still, and this moment, we can't preserve this. We'll spend our lives trying to convince ourselves this day was among the best days of our lives, and we'll try to remember the faces, and their spaces in our hearts. So we've captured smiles in selfies, and we're quietly hoping the smile sticks just a few years longer. We need the shaadi ki biryaani, after all. We need company.
Today, we're here. Alive. Almost ready to face the world ahead. Almost ready to be awesome-r, better, smarter, and most importantly, greater than who we are. And what we are is legends in the making. And legends have tragic backstories too. So don't be afraid if raaho me thoda fisal jao. Just remember the mistakes, and live your days a bit kinder, happier, worthier, if that makes sense. The fear is medicine for you to get better. Do not overdose. https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t9f/1/16/1f61b.png (Sorry)

We're in this together. 

We're in this together. College may have given you a lot of troubles, like a LOT of them, but remember who stood by you through all of it. Remember the innocent and not-so-innocent faces, and the second family you found here. The love you shared, unrivaled by any other. The bad days. The tears. The dreams. The truths. The happiness.

And maybe, just maybe, when the love seems to have run out, and the faces seem even a bit foggy, and you miss a familiar voice, pick up your phone and call up somebody. Text 'hi' all over again. And be the friends you would like to have.

Today, there are no last words. If anything, these are the first words of a new journey ahead, and now you're writing your destiny. Get up. Rise. And for the life in you, run, run to things greater than you.

Fare thee well.

Signing off
A Graduate
(finally)
Written by Yash Raj Talan

[note to self: remember the lies you learn in college. and remember the people.]

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