Nothing like yesterday. 4 years back, Nobody told us which hands to hold or which faces to smile at but eventually the dots got connected placing us amidst one another. We had laughed the entire afternoons marking our times in history. And now, it is nothing like the last summer. I miss it, I miss you all. It’s a saga of the good old times whose warmth still persists. Set against the college background, it is a tale of blooming friendship and dying uncertainty. Above all, it is a thought penned down disclosing a by-gone era.