It’s been a long time since I wrote something but I was a little busy. Busy revisiting my childhood. Had gone back home for a month.
Meeting my school friends after such a long span of time made me realize that we might’ve grown up and lived a third of our lives but none of us has changed. Everyone amongst our peer group carries the quirks we thought would fade into oblivion as time passed by. But no, they still lurk somewhere in there in each one of us. I guess it’s these quirks that bind us together. And in spite of us having come so far off into our lives, we still want to go back to those old times. Times of stolen ‘tiffin boxes’, incomplete homework, improper uniforms, a single samosa split into countless ‘equal’ shares, canteen brawls, weird ways of punishment…and what not! What we couldn’t have realized at that time was that we are in the process of forming a bond that wouldn’t break for ages.
The truth we realized last month after I don’t know how many years. And it was aptly put by one of my friends while we were in a half sober state sitting by the edge of a gushing stream, “If you come to think of it, we were together in a jail for thirteen years”, he said.
I wish I had asked my friend, “Do you want to go to jail once more?”
But again, I guess we don’t need the answer…
Meeting my school friends after such a long span of time made me realize that we might’ve grown up and lived a third of our lives but none of us has changed. Everyone amongst our peer group carries the quirks we thought would fade into oblivion as time passed by. But no, they still lurk somewhere in there in each one of us. I guess it’s these quirks that bind us together. And in spite of us having come so far off into our lives, we still want to go back to those old times. Times of stolen ‘tiffin boxes’, incomplete homework, improper uniforms, a single samosa split into countless ‘equal’ shares, canteen brawls, weird ways of punishment…and what not! What we couldn’t have realized at that time was that we are in the process of forming a bond that wouldn’t break for ages.
The truth we realized last month after I don’t know how many years. And it was aptly put by one of my friends while we were in a half sober state sitting by the edge of a gushing stream, “If you come to think of it, we were together in a jail for thirteen years”, he said.
I wish I had asked my friend, “Do you want to go to jail once more?”
But again, I guess we don’t need the answer…
