A decade after we marched up stage to get our individual high school diplomas back in the 90's, we decided to hold a reunion in one of the favorite resorts of the island. We had great time reminiscing the bygone days over lunch. We parted ways and decided to hold a gathering again, undated back then.
Seven years passed. As promised, we did it again in mid May. We became lesser in number. This has been the dilemma we are facing, at the onset of our plans. Most of the members of the batch worked in the seas as navigators, others found their homes and have settled abroad. We have get in touch with them using the latest technologies. A dozen of them responded while others were unreachable.
We had a festive mode, much as the residents of our town celebrated the fiesta. We talked over several bottles of rum. We danced the beat of Bruno Mars and Justin Bieber, and other dance beats dominating the airwaves, until the wee hours in the morning. We had a cup of coffee to rejuvenate ourselves. And yes, we smiled to the snap of the cameras for posterity.
How time flies.
When we deserted and evaporated ourselves to go back our own homes, we tucked in our bag of memories the happy faces, the uncontrolled giggle and laughter, and most of all the sense of camaraderie we had built over the years, which remained strong and firm up to now.
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