School life has ended. As I leaf through each event of my past 10 years of schooling, I come across some very sweet, bitter, spicy, tangible, venturesome memories with a tincture of experience, fun and frolic in all.
Power breakdown here, slow music whispering in my ears—I sit by my bedroom window, enjoying the smooth and calm air whipping against my hair, I recall and gradually savor memories of all kind. Partly preoccupied with the grin that appeared on my radiant face, I realize I won’t be able to get back to my school life ever again. I still remember my last day at school—how dearly students were hugging each other, taking solemn promises that they’d stay in touch in the life ahead and bidding farewell after exchanging contact numbers, address and email IDs.
I witnessed few small-hearted students weeping and sobbing as well. I also wanted to cry (or at least shed a tear), but I couldn’t; perhaps because I was more excited about the college life that awaited me. Even at that very sentimental moment of our departure, I was unable to pour out my heart.
People met me as strangers, became friends in no time and left me one day with the last hand shake. It’s as if our friends accompany us with hands in hands in some walk across a bridge, eventually part at the other far end—gifting us some memories to browse through at some time in our lives.
My college has now started, new friends, new surroundings—more to explore! But as I take time out from my busy schedule and turn around to glance at my past, I understand I didn’t really feel the intensity of the moments at that time. I was jovial about exploring more and excited about my upcoming days—“whoa…”
I was rather thoughtful about the future I was going to live than the time which was passing by, perhaps.
Now that my earlier present is my past, I realize the “taste” I missed out at that time. But I believe; my past is bygone, my future is to arrive—I better live the present!
I do cherish the memories I treasure in my mind, but I won’t waste another moment donating my present to past. I want to live the moment that’s slipping away from my hands now. I don’t want to miss it out. No regrets!
Power breakdown here, slow music whispering in my ears—I sit by my bedroom window, enjoying the smooth and calm air whipping against my hair, I recall and gradually savor memories of all kind. Partly preoccupied with the grin that appeared on my radiant face, I realize I won’t be able to get back to my school life ever again. I still remember my last day at school—how dearly students were hugging each other, taking solemn promises that they’d stay in touch in the life ahead and bidding farewell after exchanging contact numbers, address and email IDs.
I witnessed few small-hearted students weeping and sobbing as well. I also wanted to cry (or at least shed a tear), but I couldn’t; perhaps because I was more excited about the college life that awaited me. Even at that very sentimental moment of our departure, I was unable to pour out my heart.
People met me as strangers, became friends in no time and left me one day with the last hand shake. It’s as if our friends accompany us with hands in hands in some walk across a bridge, eventually part at the other far end—gifting us some memories to browse through at some time in our lives.
My college has now started, new friends, new surroundings—more to explore! But as I take time out from my busy schedule and turn around to glance at my past, I understand I didn’t really feel the intensity of the moments at that time. I was jovial about exploring more and excited about my upcoming days—“whoa…”
I was rather thoughtful about the future I was going to live than the time which was passing by, perhaps.
Now that my earlier present is my past, I realize the “taste” I missed out at that time. But I believe; my past is bygone, my future is to arrive—I better live the present!
I do cherish the memories I treasure in my mind, but I won’t waste another moment donating my present to past. I want to live the moment that’s slipping away from my hands now. I don’t want to miss it out. No regrets!
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