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Lifes Up And Down...By An EX- Xaverian

Sharing some moments of happiness and sorrow that I faced in the last couple of days... Firstly my friend Spandan's Birthday Party @ Space Circle, where we simply had a bash........and surely the final working day of school... The moments of Nostalgia as captured....




Those Are the People.....





And Thats the Place...





The Assorted Mixture Of Seven Liquors And Beer!!! A Trip to Paradise... Thats For pros Not Me!

Bong Connectionz With Booze!!!
Dancing Still@@
Dressed Up In The House Colours My Alma Mater Stands tall!!!
Mr. Gilhooly And Sauraaav!!





The Xaverian Stairway To Heaven...


Anish In The Middle, With His Love Interests Agog...Alex And Me Thats Dancing To The Tune Of Soham ... Bashir...Excitement OverWhelms The Occassion Soham..."AbirBhuto"The Place Of Privacy... Place To Hide.. The Xaverian Bunkers...In Times Of Crisis!!! That's A Novelty.. The Legacy Though Will Live On! Mr. Francis And Me!! I Still Hate EVS Though :) Across The Table

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