Couple of days ago I went to the school to pick up my niece from the summer camp.

I was a little early so I decided to take a stroll around the campus and it was as if I was transported back in time, I saw the same old faces, the Amma ji’s and the Bhaiya ji’s, the really heart touching thing was that even though it’s been more than a year and I look nothing like how I was in school, they still remembered me and greeted me with that same smile and warmth.

I walked around, saw the old spots where we used to bunk classes and the spot behind the canteen where the “Panchayat” would sit during recess to discuss who was paying for the food and why on earth was, “O Yes” not available. The good old days. The study Hall campus isn’t really big but we had our spots, our places, each corner had a memory of its own, we had our own beautiful world there, protected from everything!
As I walked around I found my old class, “CLASS-XII – D” it didn’t look the same, there was new paint, the soft board had different things stuck on them but I could still visualize it all.

My friends sitting in a corner, trying to figure out whose Tiffin to eat next, people chatting away, Suparna aunty trying to keep us calm while a heated discussion raged on in the class, all those memories just gushed in. I could see it all pass by in front of my eyes as if a movie was going on.

When I was in school people always told me, the sweetest memories in life are from your school days and that day when I was in school, I realized just how true those words were.

Dharm Pravartak
Batch 2014