Today was the first day of what is (hopefully?) my last term at IIM A. For most of us, this is the last leg of our academic careers. Fond memories, good friends and red bricks make for many nostalgic moments in the sixth term.
As Churchill once said, This is not the End. It is not even the Beginning of the End. It is perhaps, the End of the Beginning
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Love's Labour Lost
Gradually the threads dissolve, the strings come undone. We become footnotes in someone else's life, remembered fondly in the middle of drying dishes on a warm Wednesday night. In the end, this is all we're reduced to, this is what we're left with.
Glib laughter, and a very witty thing she once said. A song at the club that you used to dance to. A secret habit of wolfing down cocktail olives without ever ordering martinis. An old tee shirt and a mini collection of her scrunchies, accumulating in your car. A few things that last longer than the relationship was meant to.
Glib laughter, and a very witty thing she once said. A song at the club that you used to dance to. A secret habit of wolfing down cocktail olives without ever ordering martinis. An old tee shirt and a mini collection of her scrunchies, accumulating in your car. A few things that last longer than the relationship was meant to.
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