Going...Going...Gone.....

2:00 AM in the night.

I felt thirsty. I started towards the water dispenser. My room no. is 302.

303. Smylee. Light On. Expected
304. Undy. Light Off. Expected
305. !ndra. Lights on. Yahoo Messenger on. Expected.
306. LATCHED.
307. BJ. Lights on. Strange that he is there in the wing.
308. Gult. There.
314. Manas. There in 312.

I had water and was coming back.

314. Manas Ratna Casturi. Still there in 312.
308. V. Praveen Reddy. Still there.
307. Adapa Pavan. Still there.
306. LATCHED.
305. C. Sandeep Reddy. Still there with yahoo.
304. Abhiram Alamuru. Still in the room......

Suddenly I stopped. Turned back. Went to 306.

The fact sunk in with a thud.

The GCP aka Pradeep Pachigolla had left.

I looked sideways in the wing.

The same place where we sometimes farted, the same place where we shared the best moments of the last few years, the same place we bumped smylee in , the same place we celebrated our bithdays, the same place where we.....

Now, a element was missing. The place was incomplete.

The Tangrine Wing saw its first pass out in GCP.

And then I realised in a matter of a month, all of us will be dispersed across India.

The Tangerine was going to end its formal existence as a group.

Yes, we will still be in touch.
Yes. We will still be friends.

But, we wont be Wingimates.

I wont be seeing all these faces everyday.
I am not going to spend nights chatting with any of these faces anymore.

But still, I smile.

I smile 'coz one difficult jouney in our life has come to an end. It was great walking this road with you fellas.

I wish all the luck in this world for you guys.

Its time, we fly high and clench our dreams.

------Shriesh Pabba aka 10GB.