Sushant Paikray
The best part of meeting my khaki pant and maroon skirt friends:
- The hug was tight and warm enough to let me feel they missed me
- The smile was bright enough to let me know I made a difference
- We drank as if we forgot to finish it the previous evening
- No one made me feel inferior or superior
- The handshake was firm enough to let me know, someone will always be there
Though the khaki pants and maroon skirts are gone, the bond still exists. The bliss was visible though the sad part was to say goodbye with a promise to meet again.
