although grounded in some truth about my life ,its basically part of fiction. **************************************************************************** last theory session i was attending in my college life.and it sure left me nostalgic.everyone was quite..don know wether i was quite or whole class was quite .but that excitement which i used to fantasise while dreaming of my last day at college was lost somewhere.I just wanted was to sit there for a while and remember those moments in silence. As i looked on desk i could see our name carved on it...stupid of us trying to make that name last for ever... i rememmber ujwala sayin....hami 4 jana nai chora chori ko name same rakhne laa?(let's give same name to our children) chori bhaye kusum .well seeing that name on desk i looked at them..they were quite, pretending to be excited. after a while paras handed me his auto.i took it with smile..."thank u." he smiled and went to his desk. .it was like fashion during those days ..filling auto.i wondered why that auto was empty but felt too bore to ask him...i just wrote the song "puranee jeans aur guitar"wrote my name and returned it . everyone was busy ...everytime our teacher use to shout at us...hoina!!machabajar jasto katti halla garerakheko?!(why are u all making noise...it seems like fish market)..but that day whole class was quite .teacher also noticed our melancholy in silence. as bell rang ..we closed our bag .teacher informed us to come on sat for farewell..everyone started moving out of class. ujwala said;jane hoina jam(let's go). i said ; jadai gar la mero kam cha ma ekchin ma aunchu.(u guys go on..i'll go after a while) .ujwala;ohki thn see ya tomorrow aunchas hoina ghar?(come home tomorrow )bye i said bye ans stayed on empty class for a while. thinking all those memories which lasted for whole two year.my bench from where i use to tease sarmila ,irritate bikash, chirag's unique hand shake ,anjana ko sahid kanda...everything was their..my project work..all..my amusement,spirit,hardwork,tranquility, vivaciousness...everything on same class which i passed for whole two year. as i started moving out of my class..college was quite as abondoned area ..as i walked along the extensive hallways.i walked down the down the cafeteria,looked at didi (cook) who was so sweet. with smile i said "didi ramro sanga basnu laa"(have a good day.) she smiled back.."has has nani aundai garnu la bhetnu"(keep on visting) i smiled and moved out to courtyard.my sneakers felt heavy as i walked through the cafeteria..as i stood judt few feet away from open door.i stood there for a moment ;it was only minute or so but it seemed like an eternity. turned once ..looked closley towards my college which was standing and waving me good bye... ************************************************************************* *************************************************************************