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1985. That year, young ladies and gentlemen fresh from high school came together in that corner of the university. Everyone was a stranger. Each one was a mere face to another. There was no name yet. There was a blank wall separating one from the other. And yet each one was seated side by side. There was an eerie silence roaming around the room. Though there were voices hovering and small talks floating, yet still there was an unknown silence.


Days moved into weeks. Weeks into months; months into years. As days passed by, each person also passed by into our lives. Enriching each life with their stories, experiences, triumphs and failures. We all moved together. As we moved towards learning and knowledge, as we journeyed through life's discovery and exploration, we found each other. We learned and appreciated our differences, our foibles, our uniqueness. It is in our diversity that we came to accept our own, our strengths, our limitations.


As we grew into maturity, as we traveled on, friendship binds us together. Who and what we were then became our framework for who and what we will be. There were rough roads and obstacles, yet knowing that they were there to lend a hand made the struggles much easy. We were altogether in the battles; we were altogether in the victories.


1989. A turning point in our lives. The end of it all. It is when we started traversing different paths and discovering new alleys and avenues. It is when we must go on and show the world what we have.


Today. Here we are. Beckon again by the friendship that binds us. One in aspiration. One in dreams. One in friendship.


Friendship is a measure of how much those years have made us into who and what we are now.

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