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Hanging out in Snow

There was heavy snowfall in Seoul and Gyeonggi Province region yesterday. It is a pleasure to see everything around covered in a white blanket as you peep out of the window and are greeted with a beautiful view in the morning. Snow flakes were still falling silently as I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Later, I also clicked some pics on my way to the Main Building where I had to meet Laylo and Sitora. We had planned to hang out and have lunch together. I was waiting for both of them when I also saw Sardor and other guys. We were just chatting when Azizbek began playing with snow and started throwing snowballs at us. Sardor, Osaid, and Sonnie also joined him. After a while, Sitora and Laylo also came there and we thought we would invite the guys too.

We asked Jakhongir and he was trying to ask the other boys while they were busy and enjoying their snowball fighting. They were throwing snowballs at us too in between but we could easily dodge away without getting involved in the game. We were standing aside and planning lunch when Sardor smashed a huge snowball on Laylo and myself and ran away. Then both of us also kept our bags aside and began playing. A few Koreans also became unintentional targets to our snowballs in the game as we were enjoying ourselves and having fun. 

Me and Sardor were running and trying to hit each other with snowballs. Suddenly my foot slipped on snow and fell down. Laylo and Sardor  helped me to get up and sit. Sitora and Laylo wiped off snow from my clothes. Everyone also rushed as well asking if I was ok. Sardor apologised and got a bit upset that I got hurt because of him but it wasn't his fault and I was fine. It actually didn't hurt at all yesterday although its hurting a bit now. I guess a few falls are always worth the pain as long as you are enjoying the game.

After stopping our game, we decided to go for lunch. We decided to have burritos as I had never tried it. We ordered chicken burritos and a vegetarian one for me. On the table we were sharing our vacation plans for the winter break when Sonnie announced that he is getting married next month. We were confused for a second and he had almost got some of us fooled. But we knew he was kidding as he didn't knew the name of the girl when we asked. Its always fun with them and I have loved spending time with these guyz. 

Sonnie and Osaid are from Uganda and Palestine respectively and everyone else is from Uzbekistan. All of them are amiable and I have always felt a sense of comfort and warmth in their friendship. I have enjoyed spending time with them and will always remember each of them.

I still remember when I first met Laylo, she had asked me if she could sit with me and I was so glad to have  found company. We hardly talked that day but still could form an instant bond. We were telling Sitora how I had thought Laylo was Korean and how both of us were laughing when I discovered later she is Uzbek during the Gachon Festival. I think they both have been the friends I would have stayed with if I were to stay here longer. Laylo and Sitora are very sweet and I have got to know them even more in the last month.

I will remember all the friends I have made here throughout my life. Every single one of them is special for me in his/her own way.

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