Today, on an unusually sunny August afternoon, I was roaming around in my class in the lunch break. The semester is just a month old and naturally studying is an alien activity for people like me. While some were busy preparing for the classtest to come, few others including me were talking amongst each other on the stupidest & the most insensible topics. I, for a while, thought of giving others a chance to talk & detached myself from the crowd to reach the huge window of my class. As mentioned earlier, the afternoon was unsually sunny to be a typical Mumbai afternoon of mid - August. The sunlight was bright and appealing whereas what I was thinking was vague, unclear.
If nostalgia is a disease, I`m on the last stage. Often do the afternoons take me back in time to a bright lovely era which is gone but not forgotten for sure. The brightness of today`s afternoon shifted me straight from Borivali, 2007 to the window of the drawing room of my wadi house in the mid 90`s. Well, A house which I still consider to be my only house. 15 years of love, ecstasy, pleasure, sorrow, tears, smiles, anger, etc... 15 years of LIFE! What have I not done in there? That was undoubtedly the best place on earth for me for a large period of my life. I could picture myself standing in that window shouting out various names of my friends loudly, as a kid. I could see myself playing with my grandfather in the compound right outside that window. I could see my mom, I could see my dad. I could see everything that could together define the term LIFE for me. The window seemed magical, it was a window of Time. On one side of it, there was me with all the things I love but unfortunately that side was out of time. On the other side there was me again, with an empty smile on my face accompanying me as ever, but unfortunately (once again) that side was very much real!
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