It was a Friday evening. The clock chimed 9. Potato (because she was fat; the Hindi crowd had called her aaloo andt someone had Anglicised along the way), Brains (because he was all style and no substance), and Tucks (he would always wear his T-shirt in) were walking on the Chennai’s pride, the Marina beach. It was a year since they had graduated from the same B-School.
Brains’ loud voice cracked the silence. “ really miss B-School. They were the most colourful, most adventurous and most fun-filled days of my life.” Potato cut in, “Yeah; they couldn’t have been different. After all, you never studied anything.” Brains smiled ignoring the jibe. Tucks, in his trade mark clipped accent, said, “The place as such meant little to me. The people, each holding a special relevance in my heart, did.”
Potato decided to sit on the sand and let her mind slip, back to the days when her journey had begun.
Brains’ loud voice cracked the silence. “ really miss B-School. They were the most colourful, most adventurous and most fun-filled days of my life.” Potato cut in, “Yeah; they couldn’t have been different. After all, you never studied anything.” Brains smiled ignoring the jibe. Tucks, in his trade mark clipped accent, said, “The place as such meant little to me. The people, each holding a special relevance in my heart, did.”
Potato decided to sit on the sand and let her mind slip, back to the days when her journey had begun.
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