So it’s official...I’m an “ex” now.
That huge cream coloured gate won’t allow me in now, that chair on the right in the fifth row won’t have me anymore.
The stone chips on the floor refuse to listen to the tic-tac of my ballerinas anymore.
That staircase to the library won’t let me sit there anymore.
That thick blue Hercule Poirot on the third shelf won’t feel my fingers through its pages anymore.
The musty smell of the Times World Almanac won’t flood my senses before a quiz anymore....
But two legs hurry through the cream gate. A red bag still finds its place near the leg of that chair. A pair of hurried ballerinas pace over the stone-chipped floor. Tears of a pony tailed girl still stain the blue collar of her friend sitting on the sixth step of the stairs. A bespectacled teenager discovers the joy and magic of Hercule Poirot, runs her finger over the magical print. Three heads huddle up to read through the almanac.......
Tears in my eyes, smile on my lips, I know I’m there somewhere devouring that smell....still.
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smile because a new life is about to start (college days)...
oh yes! and when years later u go back to ur school, never mind if as an 'ex',u'll find that none of them hav forgotten u,the book,the desk,the staircase...i'm sure they'll whisper'we haven't forgotten you.but do you remember us?'
i wish i felt the same when i left my alma mater...*sigh*
u write beautifully...sniff sniff...reminds me of college...
I almost cried while reading it. Very touching.
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*sniffsniff*
is your tiffin somewhere there too?
tell me where NOW.
andand i changed the url so the mogdal rapper dont exist anymore in your list.
XD
CHANGE IT!
School... heh. I've got mixed feeling about mine. But we're talking about you here aren't we?
You've got this excellent ability to put your thoughts into words and turning reading what you write into a treat which one looks forward to.
Hopefully, you will have lots of good times ahead of you, and won't miss that closed chapter quite so much. :)
ah, this is nice.. reminds me of my school.. i still feel nostalgic every time I pass those gates. memories..
no matter how much fun you have in college, know that the best days of your lives are behind you now.
"This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land"
Can't help quoting Morrison here but yeah mostly ends usher new beginnings. Always.
I would do anything to feel that same sense of security that we all felt in GDB....sitting on the staircase,just being us...miss it,miss it all!
three heads huddling together to read the times almanac...... rightcahir of the 5th row....... library staircase.......... dsnt it all seem yesterday???????????
i agree with onnesha.. to a certain extent.
i couldnt feel nemore nostalgic dan i already feel aftre reading this
it was teh same thing when i left school
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