Back at a place that I used to call home, its begun all over again.
Not as bad as we had it I hope, but still with enough rancour to leave a bad, bad taste in everyone's mouths.
But that is not what I remember.
What I remember is eight people fighting, screaming, shouting, laughing, crying, talking as one.
One Single Unit. One Team.
I'm a young guy. Hopefully, I'll have an average lifespan. But I'll consider myself pretty lucky if I ever get to work in such a team again. Lucky, and Privileged.
There are reams to write and someday, slowly, steadily, I will.
Till then, to you, who know who you are, Thank You for letting me be a part of this. I hope you enjoyed having me around as much as I did being with you. I wouldn't have had it any other way.