Time Passed, But Friendship Didn't181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0wc7DwbDDF
The morning of my first day in Class 6 felt different. I wore my new uniform, slung a fresh school bag over my shoulder, and stepped into school with a strange mix of anxiety and excitement. Everything was unfamiliar—new students, new teachers, and a whole new world I had to face.
As I entered the classroom, I noticed girls already grouped up. Some faces were unfamiliar, others chatted like old friends. That’s when I saw them—the girls who would soon become the most beautiful memories of my life.
Haya – the calm, thoughtful one who caught my eye first.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIkr6xKWqLP
Laiba – confident on the outside, with kindness hidden in her eyes.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLT5mTmOyxb
Meher – a bit reserved, but her gaze held depth.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl5uPhWogSh
Noor and Sania – our class clowns, always smiling, always laughing.
I had no idea then that these girls would become part of my soul.
We naturally formed our own seating groups. Haya, Laiba, and Meher took the front bench. I sat on the second bench with Noor and Sania. In the beginning, we were all just polite classmates. But within days, a silent bond began to grow between us—through conversations, shared homework, laughter, and little mischiefs.
🌸 Each One Had Her Own Spark
I was the emotional one—quiet but deep. Sometimes my words hit hard like an emotional explosion.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBiaol8LQhe
Laiba? Loud, blunt, but with the purest heart.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlLpgifhctE
Haya couldn’t stop talking—ever.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFLPBvq8JiH
Meher was calm, but when she and Laiba clashed, sparks flew.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0bBZjcMaKe
Noor and Sania were our energy boosters—full of jokes and chaos.
🎤 We Were Stars on Stage Too
Our friendship wasn’t just confined to classroom benches. We ruled the school stage.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdljuy8Fq8x
Whether it was Independence Day speeches or Teachers Day events—we were always front-line.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQBV0CNsTjf
Even the principal once said,
"These six girls are the pride of this school."
🎭 Little Things, Big Memories
Of course, we had fights and misunderstandings.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3xX1EZHQ9Y
Laiba and Meher argued often.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTbo4WCNmyT
Haya sometimes took things personally.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSWpQrPBr4R
And me? I would go silent.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpM8M5ZHd4t
But somehow, a smile, a sorry, or one funny line would fix everything.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnipFsilmPJ
Sharing lunches, doing group work, surprising each other on birthdays—these are the memories that became our foundation.
⏳ Class 9 – When Things Started to Shift
In Class 9, a shift came. Our group got divided by class sections.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVcbp3CdiGx
I stayed with Haya and Laiba, while Meher, Noor, and Sania moved to another section.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWaN2IB1Eyq
They made new friends, and naturally, our routine changed.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ53z10csJ5d
But for us three—me, Haya, and Laiba—our bond only grew stronger.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEiAE1svaWz
We shared benches, spent free periods chatting, studied together, and stayed inseparable.
🎓 College – New Paths, Old Bonds
When college started, everything changed again.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ37GDtUz7TE
I chose ICS.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC4DwxVhk47
Haya and Laiba went into FSC (Pre-Medical), and luckily landed in the same section again.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd6M29RCrkd
It was the first time we were physically apart.
But still—corridor catch-ups, break-time hugs, and late-night texts reminded us that the bond hadn't faded.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl2qEUdut4K
Haya would share her bio practical stories.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡamQSgXZN16
Laiba would rant about her assignments.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPh7q6SC4eO
And I’d be lost in my programming headaches.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAeZcKA9rEm
But whenever we talked, it felt like no time had passed.
📱 Now – Just One Message Away
Now we’re all busy with life.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqSnKtxG5jh
From school to college to home—everything has changed.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXqY0gHHfAb
But sometimes, a simple “Hi” on WhatsApp, or a reply to an old photo, brings it all rushing back.
And suddenly, we’re back in that classroom…181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAeQS7Hl0fS
six girls, one bench, and a world of our own.
💭 Final Words
You girls are the storybook of my youth.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH3weNi580y
Every smile, every fight, every apology—engraved in my heart.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfhduKcEY27
Thank you, Haya, Laiba, Meher, Noor, Sania… for walking into my life.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjTJsojG5zB
You gave me memories I will never stop carrying.
Time passed, but our friendship didn’t.181Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrScNwXESWj
You’re still in my heart—always.
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