A Walk Through Nostalgia April 3, 2012Posted by Akriti Bahal in Feelings, Happiness, Life.
I see stainless white, crease less pleats, ironed shirts, nifty ties and belts, and ribbons ‘blue’, trotting, in hurry, past me. The buses, yellow and white, honking their horns; the cabs, brimming with enthused kids, gushing through the narrow lanes as if airplane torrentially taking off for its journey across the globe.
I see a feeling that I long used to see. Fourth of April, it always used to be.
My new pink bag, shining with the nascent Sun, depicting the puerile Summer; my new white uniform, spotless, proudly swathing my body; my new books, fresh and neatly covered, orderly placed in the bag, waiting for the D-day when they would first get a chance to see the world through me; my lustrous new shoes, waiting for their first steps into my school.
I see a new me standing behind the bus window, waving excitedly to the people around, waiting eagerly for my school to come. Grade second, it was; and ‘shugar‘ was my sweetest blunder. When I looked at the world with a welcoming insight; when I looked at the people with a sanguine, faithful sight.
A similar feeling is faced by me, nostalgia – a yearning for the past, is what I feel, when I see the children, primly dressed in variegated colors, ready to go to their lairs, as it is the season of reopening of the schools; as it is the season of change.
P.S. – Written after ages, felt and expressed after an overturning of thousands of pages; hope I get to see you soon, it’s my blog that I was calling through my cocoon.