aastha-bhowmik

[aastha-bhowmik]

I could see the purple pastle shade of the sky ,the clouds were heavy, it was the last day of summer and i realized dusk was coming then. I was standing in the front of my school gate for the very last time and the old building was what i wanted to carry in my pocket. This place feels like home, the corridor holds memories that i am selfish enough to share, the ground is much more than a place having green grass and dragonflies, it is where we made friends for life, where we played "kanamachi." and "Golla chuut." I walked up to the canteen and could still smell the *singara*, *kochuri*, *momo* and *fuchka* that are better than whiskey and vodka and the people who made them for us "amder kakus" they are ageing like fine wine. I sat down in the basketball court, there were no children ,but i could hear the trees whispers "We know all of your bittersweet stories and it is safe with us." i hold the grills and the rust signifies the years old beautiful love stories you all told them. I sat on the staircase and realized how each of us had our own favourite day, our own favourite class, and our favourite teacher and all these now count as the past. No more i will run with those crazy bunch of people who once hated to share pencil with me but now shares their everyday rant. I walk up to the classes and i could feel the the bond that they hold, it was not just a room of four walls,it had everlasting moments.The scribbles on the desk where you wrote your crush's name and it lies there like a heritage. The cupboard still contains the old dusted dictionary and paper rolls,it is kinda treasure for us. I went to my class started reading few lines which i wrote for my friends because i was shy to read it in front of them:

//माना दिल डरा-डरा है

टूटा ये ज़रा-ज़रा है

दिल के इस बवंडर को

ठहर जाने दो..//

You all remind me of hot coffee and warm songs, maybe the life from now will be hard,maybe things will not be placed in the way you always wanted but you all will be always be more, more than you are today.

//तुझमे ना कमी कोई है

बस तेरा ये दिन बुरा है

वक़्त की ये बातें हैं इसे गुज़र जाने दो...//

You all are the stars that make up a constellation, you all are beautiful in your own ways and i believe you all belong to my heart. Aah! You all are a part of me. Never lose the hope, the inspiration in you and if any day you feel left out just support and love yourself the way you supported and loved your houses (Kostka, Loyola, Campion, Britto) throughout your school life.

I went down cause it was already late, and as i was leaving i could feel the tears and whispered to myself "You have my heart" its when the gaurd kaku called me and told me "identity card ta dekha abr, ar sanitizer lagate hobe nahole principal bokbe." After which i straight went to Bhombol kaku's dokan.

(This is an appreciation note for my school life where i spend 11 years of life, i didn't mention about specific people and events because i want to keep it open for everyone so that they can fill it with their own memories.)

-aastha | To every Xaverian.

[aastha-bhowmik]

Suddenly the stars were talking about you.