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Last 24 hours at 25

Last 24 hours at 25
In the last night of my quarter century
I was busy bugging people with my boring messages as usual
My best friend or better yet,a person i value
Reminded me that it was my last night at 25
ya true,my memory lane went down the last 364 days
This is a note of my 364 days plus my last day
If you guys are busy, Which i know you are not
Anyways this is it
It started with excitement and loads of questions
Questions about a lot of things but useful and not
Trust me, I have not found the answers for even half of them
And dont remember the other half
Anyways, Questions and me are best friends from the time
My heart was trained enuf to create my own problems
I moved to a new job, A new industry
And i am managing to survive there till date
Though i am not sure Till When
I have made a few good friends
Even managed to be a good friend for a few
Dusted and renewed a few good old relationship
Changed the relationship status with some
Even broke up with a few
Techinically the year was good as always
Every year ,has its ups and downs
So was this year ,But its ok
I had set a few goals for myself
Which though not acheived, Started and plan to complete in the next year
I had cried,laughed and bitched about people, In the whole a almost normal year
Which This, I bid farewell to my quarter century
This moment will not come again in my life
Thanks to the people who taught me to live the moment
I am feeling a little...., I mean nothing
Its nice, I have completed a year and i am happy
Thank you all who were a part of my life this year and'
To all who were not a part of it
I missed a few but not all
Thank you 25 for being a part of my life
Thank you God for giving it to me
This is my Last 24 hours at 25

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