I woke up in the morning…with my head very very heavy…actually its still heavy…….so i thought i would sleep for sometime before my office. That half an hour sleep took me back to my childhood days…..I had flashes of my playschool. those flashes were so clear with minutest details that i felt i travelled back in time. I saw my class…the toys were scattered around. I saw my friends ..they were playing with those toys…fighting for the same toy and even happily enjoying playing it…..and there on that corner of the floor i saw myself…the little me…. playing with jigsaw puzzles….. laughing happily and enjoying with friends. I went out and saw the whole school…my school. The place where i had spend so many years, made new friends, learned new things and had lived merrily. i saw that swimming school were we had our swimming lessons. I saw that statue of buddha were we use to sit and meditate. Everything was so clear as if i was standing there when this things had taken place. And then my eyes were opened with a sound on the floor. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. It was the bigger me…..those days were lost behind. It’s been 10 years since i left the school.
School Day’s are indeed the most beautiful and the most memorable days of our life. While in school we always want to grow up and live life but when i am actually grown up i look back to those days where i had my friends to laugh on, where birthday parties used to be the most exciting things, where a new pencil and a new eraser was considered the best surprise by mom and dad, where we used to have group studies and happy times. Time passes by and days change. Now we involve in those boring parties filled with intellectual talks, surprise means shelling out thousands of currencies, there are no group studies but yes there are group meeting filled with targets and budgets.