Time passes me by. And with every moment that ticks away, memories tend to become hazy with the dust of time settling slowly on them. Friendships will fade away into vague remembrances and friends too, with them. And yet somehow, I am certain I will forever cherish one friendship, a friendship that has meant so much to me, a friendship, which has almost been a part of me. It has always remained with me, whether I was lost in the unfathomable depths of gloom or whether I was in the highest of spirits, always there in the background to fall back upon when times were rough.

Our friendship was not merely an acquaintance, it was something much more to deeper much more profound than that. Something, which still possesses the intensity of feeling strong enough to thrill me to the core of my heart whenever, I think of it. As I write these lines, how clearly I can picture each nook and corner of the school, all of them connected with the bittersweet memories of the lovely days spent there. I can almost picture the lush green lawns beckoning to me on cold winter days, when the sun insisted on hiding its face from us. Or on damp monsoon days when our minds raced out of the classes to be in harmony with the rhythm of the rain outside. Or the times in autumn when the naked trees, somehow silent without their leaves, watched,fascinated by the jubilant blue bodies floating back from the playing fields, wild with excitement at having won the match.

I can almost hear the crunch of my shoes on the red 'bajri' and the way we hurried on from one class to another in summer, anxious to be under cool fans again. All this and many other things will for long time lie imprinted on my mind. I think I am going to miss my friend, but perhaps this 'web site' of school will serve to shake off the dust that had gathered through the times and to once again float through the corridors of the school we had loved and respected and treated as a friend - "the Modern School."

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