The place where I belong: School days nostalgia

Ananya.s.guha

25 January, 2012

A recapitulation of some of the best days I spent in my fairy land. In my dreams I visit the land and during the day I long to go back to the place that is engraved in my memories.

I ALWAYS remember my picturesque school in Shillong with wistful nostalgia. It is a cute picture postcard tucked away in the mind that resurfaces at the slightest provocation.

One is, in my dreams at night. The school appears so fresh, the sound, the smell of the fields where we wielded the cricket bat or held the hockey stick, or chased the football driven by the mad but powerful winds. Or the slushy fields in monsoon's wrath, the arcane corridor, which was like the apocryphal ghost. Or again the Alsatian Lassie, who was everything but a lass, and who by her temerity made life both miserable and exciting in turn, for us effete souls.

And then there was the all important sports day, where the best sprinters or athletes could be ostentatious in their crowning glory- winners! Wednesdays meant movies, where I watched some of the best cinema- Ben Hur, The Old Testament, Julius Caesar, Laurel and Hardy, To Kill A Mockingbird et al- with the lemonade to wash it down.

That ends my night sleep and once I wake up I long to go back to the school as an adult- student. Only if that was possible?