my dear potato friend

you've been with me all through my graduation days...

when J was scribbling letters and numerals to form ammonia and acids

whose names I barely remember now

you were there...

when T called the test tube a testis.. you were there

oh potato friend... you even made RS realize I was not fit to do chemistry

but fine arts

or physics

or anything else..

you always stood up for me dear potato friend...

you are my mirror image

slightly skewed

but still.

This is a tribute to you.

This is how I look now

(and dear friends... No, I'm not drunk!)