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Do you remember?


Hey, do you still remember,
All the things, we bonded over.

Can you name them in one go,
Or should I count and let you know?

About the course, we would rather do,
When we were running from the summer loo.

Adventures of Han, Leia and Luke.
Who among R2 or BB-8 is cute?

Choosing fav from the superhero clan,
And shouting friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man 🕷

All the songs that got the fame,
While listening to Akcent's That's My Name.

Believe me, it's not just these four,
If you are ready we can count on some more.

The temper tantrums that we threw,
The childhood skirmishes as if we were Sun Tzu.

The crushes that we had,
All the things we did to make each other mad.

A bunch of Happy Meals that we ordered,
Fighting for the toys and getting them reordered.

Splurging our banknotes,
Me on Indian coins, you on World currency notes.

No, I am not done at eight
You might forget but I am not letting them fade.

Talking about all the work in the office,
Laughing at the antics of Michael, Dwight from The Office.

Buying goodies at the Comic-Con booth,
Getting chocolates cause I have a sweet tooth.

Sitting outside Costa Coffee,
Discussing history and geography.

The time spent on cooking,
Your delicious pasta and my wheat flour pudding.

Can mention more than these twelve,
Just stopping cause there are so many to tell.

Will, you still remember,
All the things, we bonded over,
Before you left me,
And it was game over.



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