The signs in shop windows that scream “back to school” are enough to make you feel second-hand panic about not able to be in the blue uniforms once again.The sting of nostalgia always creeps in.I am envious of kids, trying on their coats with their school logo , to be in their shoes feeling excited about buying the perfect pencil to fit inside their pencil case, to feel that fragrance of the khaki covers over their notebooks and worrying for mid-terms ,oral exams and the battle of ‘fitting in’.How I wish I could relive all those moments in school again.To walk again in those carefree lanes hand in hand with your best friends in those blue pinafore.
Ah my school…This place had countless, an infinite set of memories where we have seen nights turning into day and friends turning into family.This is the very place that has evolved us into the people we are.And talk about the great set of teachers just like how “A candle is enough to make a difference and shed some light, they always had brighten our paths.
And to those classmates; you will meet these people and they will drive you insane, and the next thing you know, it will be a little difficult to breathe when they aren’t around.They spice up the noisy classroom and make dry humor and seriously lame jokes that make us laugh anyway.Those laughs pull us together even after all these years.It leaves a smile on my face when I think of all those moments we spent together.I don’t know what I miss more among all those moments.Maybe it’s the racket in the free periods with debates over movie stars, and crooning over new song lyrics and the mass whining on the Saturday morning class.Or it is the silence which settles over like an invisible layer after a tired PT period.Or maybe it’s the giggles that break the silence in the library over the fashion magazine or is it the victorious guffaw that we share for bunking classes for no reasons?
Mainly I miss the entire cycle of going through different emotions all at once, feeling butterflies in stomach, fearing open houses and report cards, those cheesy quirks and confessions, over reacting over nicknames, unbreakable pinky promises, and untold secret stories, the onion fevers overnight the exam day, tear soaked pillows with low attendance and puffy eyes with different stories.All throughout the emotional rollercoaster ride, we will always find best friends with same mental disorders giving us thoughts about the great economic depression and pouring boiling water over you when you need a wake-up call, and then you will see what magic world can create for you.With them, you feel like blood rushing in and giving the power to move mountains(ya..got a bit carried away.).But still, they are the best.
I still remember my last day sitting in that circle of friends I felt afraid of being away from the place that unknowingly became my home.I had almost made my own Karan Johar movie, with sad music and tissues.That day I regretted how our bags were always packed for home way before the final bell, we should have waited and enjoyed every second of it. We were on the wheels of a hamster, running and grasping for something…until we ran out of years, and it was too late to notice.*sigh*.But even with passing time, the love we share will only grow.(still growing…)
Even after years when I am sprouting gray hairs with winged eyeliner and glasses, checking our school photos, I will remember the wanderlust, the smiles, and the beautiful memories and gratefully thank my school, because when the whole world urged me to “survive”, you taught me how to “live”.