Hey nayantara,

You once were a stranger to me. Oh look how the world has changed and those who knew not eachother,
now, like siblings love eachother. Yet, now there is a gloom within me, for soon I'll be saying, " Oh look
how the world has changed and those who were brethren, now, like strangers speak no more". But of
course, this letter is more than regret, it is rather a hope. The hope that our paths may cross again and
friends will become friends again. Hope, that someday the destinies of five people may intertwine such
that we may all meet eachother as the five musketeers, all grown up and yet all the same.
Thus, regret and sadness is no way to say goodbye. No way to leave your brethren without a smile. A
smile that speaks of glory, brotherhood, joy and an undying friendship. A smile that reminds us of all the
jokes and meaningful conversations ended with silly laughter. The memory of those debates, of working
together to win, of complaining about jaya mam and heated yet friendly arguments ( read feminsim vs.
feminazism ;) ). The fun in reminding you of your nose on that face you prize. The walks with the squad
and all the fun we shared as a group that was simply meant to be. However, this once, I'll leave you a
message with a piece of my heart. To me, you were a homie, a bro, a friend, a sister and one whose loss
will truly be felt. I hope that someday when you're missing the squad, late into the night sitting atop your
bunk, you'll read this again and may happy tears erupt forth as you remember all the fun we had, the times
we shared and the memories we made. Now go girl, give em hell !!!!