I left my beautiful town Ooty to pursue my higher studies. I embarked on a weird journey.

But my nostalgic feeling for my hometown never waned.

This time around I was returning for my best friend’s marriage. We have known each other since 2nd grade.

And what a pleasant surprise to see my other school friends.

I for a new moment thought we had matured.

Nope.

The same old jokes, mockery, and nostalgic talks about school fights. The age-old question of becoming old and girls.

The shared laughter.

Met my old school principal and my other best friend’s parents. They were happy to see me.

We were happy to see our friend tell his speeches and dances.

Really happy for him.

We might not meet for decades yet we can easily get back without awkwardness.

Until next time…