LITTLE MEMORIES..BIG MOMENTS!!

It was 3 am in the morning and I was lying on my bed with a subtle wetness in my eyes. Halcyon images from the good old days were playing in my mind resulting in a quivering smile on my lips. A few hours must have passed but I couldn’t care less. I had drowned in a river of nostalgia, trying to get a grip on a raft in the turbulent water in hopes that it would pull me back into the realm of present time.

This was kind of becoming like a daily routine for me. After a full fledged day of sitting on my bum, munching on snacks in front of the idiot box, I dreaded the time when I would have to hit the bed. A deep slumber is what I deserved after such a constructive and wearying day but as soon as I lay down on bed I found myself immersed in the memories of my school days. A couple of hours had passed before the sublime rays of a new day peeped into my room through the window. It was sheer madness and I had to put an end to all of this but I failed miserably and began lamenting the loss of those endless days when I would stand in front of the mirror with my friends fixing our hair. I looked back with fondness at the time when my friends and I would abscond from our class like prisoners in shackles into the jubilation of the outside world.
Plunging into frays with my bete noires without any rhyme or reason used to be my behavior of choice since I knew I had the support of my clique, perching on school grapevine in the recess was our favorite thing to do. Proposing mind-numbingly lame excuses to my teachers for incomplete assignments and homework was one of my top-most habits and luckily the gimmick always worked in my favor. I reminisce how we hated wasting our time standing in the mile-long queues for the canteen waiting to buy food, so we discovered an effective solution to our problem which was to push and shove others in front of us and then make our way to the top like hungry maniacs.
Once during an extremely long and boring period of biology when my teacher was giving us lectures on the vile subject about the bisection of a frog, my evil mind spun into motion. I took out a fashion magazine from my bag, astutely placing it on my lap so that the desk shielded it and my teacher was unable to see it. I began flipping through the pages, simultaneously nodding my head as if I was in rapt attention of what my teacher was delivering. Soon the word spread around the class and before I knew it I was receiving nudges from my friends who were begging me to handover this source of entertainment to them. The magazine was passed around the class and the lecture which previously seemed to stretch so long, ended quickly.

Sadly my school life is over now, I reckon I have to make myself come out of memories of the foregone years that are over shadowing my life. I realize I should look forward to a bright future and hope that it will be as blissful as my past. As much as I want to go back in time and relive all those joyous memories, I know that life goes forward and the world spins no matter what. Now all I’m left with are the little memories of those big moments.