Short story by yours truly :

She stood there her 'pod in her ear, waiting for the bus to arrive.This wouldbe the last time she took the bus from college to home, the last day of her life as a student, this would be a day of many, many lasts...

She stood there letting the memories wash over her....kinda likes waves which touch the shore of the beach....memories of the first day of engg col, how nervous she felt'bout the prospect of finding new friends, and the happiness she had feltwhen during the first few days itself she had found amazing friends, ppl who would share her happiness,fears,sorrows for the next 4 yrs...
She stood there as she remembered all the annual functions where they all used to crowd around the guy playing the guitar and sing songs ,regardlessof how much noise they were making, but still managed to sing in tandeem as one..their voices all in tune with the guitar playing...as if on cue her 'pod played out 'Hotel California' and she found a lump forming in her throat

She stood there and remembered all the times spent in the lab, coding, all thetime spent in the canteen criticizing the food...and as the memories keeptcomming one after another, crystal clear..she found a tear running down her cheek...

Then she wiped it away ...'coz just as endings are an essential part of our lifeso are new beginnings, and with them the thrill and anticipation of newthings to come ....and of a chance to create new beautiful memories to add tothe pool of exsisting ones.The 'Ally Macbeal' theme song playing on her 'pod,she climbed onto the bus