School Life

I recall the very day while I was in wear and tear to join school but you insisted on. Strolling into it with me and pushing to lie down among pupils alike, you allowed a stranger to tinker with us followed by yells, chides she garnered. Then, hopefully, with an anguished spirit, on top of the hardships foisted by the bullies, I returned home. Years later, while I gazed in myself, I noticed I wasn't naive anymore. Also, nor were other shouts or bait scaring any longer. And, lounging on last seat with tiffin open, Sensed prideful. Doing fun of any and all kinds, sometimes ended up in friendships being broken, and yet, after months of silence, things returned to normal. To rejoice wins or playing hide and seek and messing in lab, All were countless emotion, we gathered. I grieve for all teachers more, to endure with the noise and unrest we caused. We goaded others into breaking rules, or skipping classes Also running office claiming headache, And, yet were saved again making load of excuses apace. How crazy the decade long journey it was? It left me to mourn old classes and seat, the walls and the ground, but even if I could rewind the time over, it'd be a futile effort to create the purest feelings we enjoyed together.