I'll really miss these days when they are over, I'll really miss these people when they are no longer there. This is one thing I never wanted to think about, and yet everytime I laugh out with them, I'm  reminded of the impending end. And then the laughter dies down, and there's this feeling of not being in control. If only, they could stay. To hell with practicality.
My exhausted self tells me I'm dying for the semester to end, and yet my heart tells me that I would go on. No matter how many useless projects, assignments and tests I might have to give again and again. I would go on and keep doing that, for them. For that one more smile that I might get a chance to share with them. For that one more piece of advice that I could get from them. For that one more instant when we could make fun of ourselves, and laugh out, as if there is no tomorrow.