Waking up early in the morning for school was an onerous task. I cannot recollect how many times I have cursed school those days!
Today when I started walking pliantly from the main gate of boys wing, passing the assembly area and play ground, to the isolated classrooms, I felt void.
The old portocabins and the buildings were disfigured, deformed. A ghostly, lone appearance. I yearned for those old school days.
Walking in front of the hated laboratories, library and the canteen made a curve on my red face. I was utterly yearning for the past to take me once again on its wings to those beautiful times which had life in everything.
Felt nostalgic. A bittersweet longing for those old times. I knew, gone are the moments of joy. I stood there down hearted. I knew, gone are the glorious times, irredeemable. I stood numb. I felt complete stranger.
