[A visit to School] Today as I enter this iron gate, Im ready to get a heavy dose of past in one go. The iron gate, weary and rusted, behind which I lived my life. A period free from all conundrums of reality. A period when not bringing the Maths copy and that cute girl not talking to you were the enigmas of life. As I touched the gate, scenes flashed before me. I could see myself riding a bicycle and coming out of the gate. I waved my hand to stop me, to stop me and tell myself to live that life as beautifully as I could, but I immediately withdrew my hand and realized my stupidity. Emotions, you see, coerce you to perform such naive acts at time which you find a hard time believing. I somehow dragged forward with a heavy heart. I can see the same old cycle-stand staring at me with bicycles fallen over. I remember the days when I used to throw a random bicycle over an adjacent one, which led to a chain reaction. I perceive the same yellow flowers and the shrubs cut to form the letters of St. Marys School. I strongly believed that a visit to the school will fill the emptiness of my heart, but here I see it creating even more voids. I see minor modifications in the look and feel of the building but it doesnt encompass my heart now. The old winds dont blow now. I hear the voices of students but they dont enthral me. Im seek for a voice - Fatir, chal cycle race karega?. I know I wont find it, but who knows? I sit on the staircase of the church to get a full view of the building which was my home during the golden era of my life. The dark clouds in the sky are a witness of the fights and play. The rain has started falling but Ill allow it to drench me today. Ill allow the drops to go to the deepest wounds of my heart and heal them. I see a child slipping on the playground before me. I smile. I cry. Growing up was a trap, indeed. ~Abdul Fatir
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 16:38:43 +0000
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