From School To College

I was completely teary-eyed on the first day, scouring my feet on the floor cover, hitting my mum’s arm and hating her to get me ready in some ‘kindergarten uniform’. It was to be my ‘first day at school’. I vaguely recall the looks exchanged and the promise that she would be right outside the school premise the entire day. I waved at her with the words in my mind that she murmured while wiping my tears, the words to ease my agony of separation from her – “Don’t cry kid, you are going to meet a lot of super cute friends, pals with whom you can play and have fun and make a lot of good recollections in the coming time!” I honestly didn’t trust her but had no option to go back home. So with a sigh of pain and torment, I headed inside. Years passed by, I did my high school/intermediate studies and emerged with a responsibility of learning more.

I honestly had no sense of ‘things around me’ in school. No big surprise that I was labeled as a ‘nerd’ or even a ‘bookworm’ at that time! I spent most of my time with books and novels. Even in spare time, I was a super huge aficionado of Physics Chemistry Mathematics. Classmates came up to me to see me because of my knowledge- (Trying to sound like a modest intellectual right now)! But no, I realized the hidden fact later once I learned the meaning of friends- the very first rationale that my mom used while she dropped me at school. But it was kind of late for me to have expressed my affections for my school mates I presume. Maybe I was extra engrossed in reading the syllabus, don’t remember.

And then after a few weeks, I entered the world of Graduation College- a place where you get experiences as an independent soul, both bitter and sweet times which are intended to happen and teach you with learnings for a lifetime. This time, I didn’t intend to be overly occupied with self so I had the best time just like every other undergraduate has. I met a lot of people, made friends, fought and cried, yet again came back to ‘being friends’ tale. 4 years of my college passed by before my eyes under one moment. I wish to go back sometimes and relive the time- like sometimes crave for a wand to take me ‘back to the start!’. To the time of first drinks shared, the first infatuation and heartbreak, the first panic of results, the first pain of detachment from friends, the first festive celebration away from home and much more! I clearly remember the toast raised to bid bye to the first and the last of many things- things which would stay with any student throughout the life, secretly wanting to go to those times once more! Things end but leave traces deep inside one!