We become attached to close
friends. We smothen each other.
We lean too much, but our friends
don't mind. We think often of the
past and want to go back.
We know we cannot, and soon we
won't want to.
We all had separate lives. families.
backgrounds and pasts. We live
totally different from how we used to
live. We are frustrated and
sometimes want to gve up, but
never stop trying, and our friends
won't let us.
We reach out for things, yet
we don‘t find them. We try to sort out
our minds, which are filled with
studies, worries, problems,
memories, emotions. We wander the
campus looking for happiness,
which can be found in a friend's smile.
We hurt a lot, but a friend always tries to take the hurt away.

We keep going, though, because above all, we never stop learning, growing, and most important dreaming.
Dreams keep us going and they always will.
All we can do is to be thankful that we have something to hold onto, dreams and each other.

May you stand for somethlng in life and know why you stand there, you respect all, walk tall and love so much that you help others overcome their struggles,
Have the courage it takes to be best at what you do and humility to refrain from the wrong

Looking back on my tour yeas In Pune there
are many people to thank and many
sentiments to pass along. I don't have the
space or time to exhaust either category but
what follows is a condensed verslon - a few
reflecllons on my college career.

I am thanktul for professors I encountered
who made me cognizant or very serlous problems,
even If they often mlssed the mark on the solutions.
I am thanktul for the hurdles that were thrown
In my way and the people who challenged
my thlnkhg and my reasoning. To all the
professors who pushed me, even when I
hated it, thank you. Thank you for standing
behind me and looking over my shoulder
whlle I worked I hated but I made me better.
Thanks to my frlends, who refused to let me
tell myself I wasn't capable at excelllng. I
hope that with my life I can prove that you were right after all.
Whether you were introduced to me through kkonline.org, thls email
or somethlng else I ccn't express how much I treasure your
readership even if you don't agree with me.
If I tried to name every person that has helped me I would fail most mlserably.

The last day of college... last exam, last student life.
so may students were literally crying... Playing holi...
Writing on shirts, diaries and slam books...
Everyone was thinking about not to meet again.
It is not possible to meet all the pooplm... but we can keep in touch at least.