Back to school

I still remember my first day in school I was two and a half years old then and would drool Neither reluctant nor stubborn Bizarrely, I loved going to school. I still remember how much happy I was meeting People I loved , People I had faith in, People who understood me better, People who could get me out of any trouble, People who could share my sorrows, People who were the reason of my smile, People who knew I was something more than a topper, People whom I called my "friends". I still remember those long assembly speeches that lasted until two or three fainted before someone could wrench And the bravest thing I had ever done was to sleep while sitting on the first bench. I still remember the hatred I had for the school rules And how violating them proved that we were cool. I still remember how useful that last night study was And what those torturing PTMs would cause. I still remember how my school canteen attracted me like a magnet And how in front of it my brain would stagnate. I still remember those rehearsals for annual functions When we used to have our " gala time" without restrictions. I still wonder what made us laugh like lunatics on petty things Laughter that ended only when butterflies flew in our stomach with their wings. I still remember how witty I was then How I could find humor even in plangent. I still remember baking hot gossips on cold winter mornings each day with a new topic. I still remember the enthusiasm we were filled with in the begi of new school year And how vaguely it vanished towards the end as if it would never reappear. I know words won't be enough to describe what my school meant to me My school was my world A world out of which I evolved A world around which my life revolved. Today , what can I do except to look back and remember those Sweet memories Memories I would never live again like the fantasies of fairies.