An un-toasted toast

Today, I raise toast to all my dear and lovely friends... who have gathered here, sparing their precious of times to allow each other to cherish each other's presence and share and revive the times and memories that we created and celebrated, knowlingly or unknowingly...

Times have changed and our priorities have changed...Paths have parted and places have changed too... but we still are here again and that tells that whatever changes come to our life and however alien environments be... our love and passion towards our friendship will always remain the same...

On this day, I pray to GOD that we continue to meet this way, more often, of course... We never have any bad feelings for another one, what-so-ever be the things have happened.. And we stay together as always we have been ever since we first met

And for those who are not hear, let's hope they come next time... Otherwise we will see to that...

Thank you

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