Those Golden Days

Sometimes I consider my previous life as the Golden Days. Then all of sudden I feel today is my Golden Day. I should enjoy my life right now, this moment. However, it is true I cant change a lot of things around me. Manifold decays in several layers of our society which seems fully drawn in the ghasty seven sins, including me of couse... perhaps.
Those golden days were good. I had many cool friends at school then at college. School life was somewhat restricted and innocent and then came college. There again I developed thin veil of self morality, ethics and I used to saw things through that veil. The vision I got was like a drunkard's vision, full of fancies, imaginations, thrills, ambitions... I start writing for newspapers frequently and I had many good friends via my writings. Those pen friends used to write letters and I answered all. Dialouge was deep, phillosophic. Among those penpals, Parvinder Singh Kittna was very actively writing letters with literary touch. We continued writing letters to each other for over many years and during these days we never met, never talked (as phones were not popular those days)
One day I recieved a letter from him in which he informed me about his proposed visit to me. He had to take part in College festival. The came. We both were quite excited. How would I recognize him. I didnt know how he looks. The festival was in full swing. I was restless to see my friend. Then someone put his hand on my shoulder and asked 'Samar?' There he was, a good looking impressive personality. We left the function and gossiped a lot at home. Then he departed. It happened a decade ago. We never had a chance to meet again. Now sms has taken place of letters. Actually letters were ceased even earliar as we both had been quite busy in our lives. Today we just make a call and chat. But the charm of those letter writing is no more.
Those were really golden days.