Retrospective............

Strange how rainy days bring back so many memories............or maybe rite now im just too maladjusted to my new enviornment.................. unfamiliar faces..........strange voices.................

Strange......how those sheets of water conjure up images..........draw out pictures..........

it rained again today...........and reminded me of the countless periods spent in claassrooms......staring out of the window.............waiting for the bell to ring............wondering if it would rain while going back home.............of the countless mornings on which we came drenched to school............hoping to see a notice that declared it a holiday...............of the countless paper boats that were sailed in dirty puddles.............

pictures of iridescent umbrellas beneath the blackboard..........all there to dry......

Oh............for a life of sensations rather than of thought...............

A Dedicatory

somewhere between all the studying..............

and the pretending to study.........and the downright not studying..............somewhere between the endless classes........and the free periods...........somewhere between the teachers teaching................and the teachers not teaching................i forgot.............forgot what it was like not to sit beside friends...........

somewhere between all the laughing..........and the seriousness..............somewhere between all the talking about others ..and the talking about others...........somewhere between the endless ' u kno what happend'..........and the 'what will happen's................i forgot ...........forgot what it was like..........not to have anyone to say these things to...............

somewhere between all the smirking in class............and the covert glances...........somewhere between the staying back at school............and going out to school................somewhere between roaming around together..............and the bus ride back home together.............i forgot...............forgot what it was like not to have any aim................forgot what it was like to board buses whitout knowing where it would take us.........................

somewhere between the roadside puchkas................and the Bakers..............somewhere between Foodcourt..............and Cuppa...............somewhere between all those lunch breaks.............and the tiffin boxes................i forgot....................forgot what it was like to eat alone..............

somewhere between all those truth and dares......................and the dumb charades...............somewhere between all those hangmans.................and the lock and keys.................i forgot................forgot what it was like to be doing nothing......................

somewhere between always having your frnds by your side.............and seeing them at school everyday.....................................

i forgot.........................forgot what life was without them...............