"Don't say it like that," Trippy groaned, finally sitting down. "Graduation is just a fancy word for 'get a real job and stop eating instant noodles for breakfast.'"
"But we’ve been through everything here," Karan added, finally putting his pen down. "The disastrous first dates, the canteen brawls, the 3:00 AM study sessions that turned into movie marathons... how do we just stop being 'us'?" "Don't say it like that," Trippy groaned, finally
The air in the familiar college canteen felt heavy with the scent of overpriced coffee and the looming shadow of final exams. Karan sat at their usual corner table, staring at a blank notebook, while Trippy paced back and forth, muttering about a "life-changing" business idea that involved selling customized exam-stress stress balls. how do we just stop being 'us'
"Guys, we're actually graduating soon," Naira said, breaking the silence. She wasn't looking at them; she was looking at a flyer for the senior farewell party. She wasn't looking at them; she was looking