To dear cuckoos.....

I was spending a long time infront of the mirror..........
With a little hesitation , i had to admit the fact that i had a grey hair. Me getting bald at such a young age was an another fact.

What is this?..Curious case of Benjamin Button?... Am I getting old at youth?...That was not which kept my mind busy. Something else was more painful.
I got a call from my friend, bidding good bye.Her voice was cold, mine too. I couldn't  bid her a warm farewell. She was always with me; to fight, to tease, to poke, and to an extend, a good console; and when she said she was here to say a good bye, i was numbed. Like each hair falling off my scalp, my friends were going away from me. To new colleges, to new workplaces, flying away and away, to make a nest of their own.....

I thought passing out of college was the most painful thing i will ever have. I found it easy to stay in touch with my friends, thanks to my mobile. But when each of them bid a farewell to me, i feel alone like bird in a cuckoo nest. Cuckoo doesn't make nest; everyone knows that. someone else makes nest for them. So was our friend circle. We didn't make it. It was made for us. Each of us got added to the group, until one day, we all realized that its time; its time to leave, its time to take a flight for ourself.....

We all had been in the nest, singing and playing around. We had fights over the most silly things in the world. We shared everything we could. None of us are perfect brothers, none of us are perfect sisters, perfect daughters and sons; sometimes we even fails to prove to be a perfect friend. But we are connected to each other by a glorified relation- friendship.
We all were like a woven cloth. When we had hard times, we all took it together. When each of them fly away, the cloth is loosing each strands, one by one....

The world outside the nest is amazing. We will fly high and low, we will fly for food, we will roam around, to make a beautiful nest of our own...But promise me, we all will someday flyback to our old beautiful nest....

can't think of writing a lot....Shortest and most painful post i have ever written....

Dedicated to friends who flew over this cuckoo's nest- jfreak, Mummy & daddy (nicknamed), GATE coaching students of ACE, and all my fellow "priZoners"....