The long lost days

It was our meeting spot. ‘The infamous five’ we called ourselves. We used to wait impatiently for the clock to strike 4. We raced to the spot as soon as possible. Climbing trees, chatting, running around and just having fun.

Then the worst happened. We grew up and got busy in our lives. The meetings became fewer and members lesser and responsibilities bigger and larger.

But the trees are still the same, so is the bench and the ground beneath. Time seams to be trapped here holding our memories for eternity.

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