School days!:')

           I know you can’t talk. I know you can’t breathe. I know you are a non-living thing as a whole! But I always had this question lingering in my mind, ‘Do you ever feel my absence?’ Well, I guess not. But I can’t deny the fact that walls do hear. I have heard people saying this. Its constant recurrence by the people doesn’t make it a fact but I like to put it down that way. So if any two teachers had been in a conversation, describing how bad they were feeling to bade farewell to the tenth grade, I wish desperately that the walls of my second home must have heard the conversation, even if not entirely, but at least the last words: To bade farewell to the tenth grade. The batch that honoured my existence in my school last year.

                  I don’t exist in my school any longer. It has been one year since I left my school and dreamt of dreams encircling mycollege life. I do love my college but not getting the chance to ever sit in my class again and study on those wooden tables, waters my eyes. The bell, music to my ears, which denotes the end of the class wouldn’t create an echo in my ears anymore. It’s impossible to feel the same protective layer, which used to tower above my head all the time, like an umbrella. It seems that the special umbrella has flown away with the winds of time. The everyday assembly encompassing prayers and beautiful activities has just become a remembrance. I used to feel them boring before but now I miss them so much! My skin is not fortunate enough to cover itself with the smooth material of my uniform. Those days have gone. I wouldn’t be able to feel the pleasure of letting my house win any longer. I am missing the pride wherein the monitor badge was pinned up graciously on my uniform and I used to walk as if I were the president!

                         Those days can never come back. The days where I was made capable to mould my personality. The days of success and glory, underlined with the feeling of innocence. They are worth to cherish and be unforgotten.  These memories are just the post up notes stuck on my heart. Important and most importantly, difficult to avoid!