11/10/2017
My dear school,
If today I am writing this, then it's because you were there when I didn't even know how to write. Let me begin with a big thank you. You were not just a concrete building with few lifeless rooms and benches, you were home, my home with a soul. In fact, you are still home, somewhere deep in my heart, somewhere where I am still that naughty little kid.
And yes, you can treat it as a love letter, because hey, I still love you. I still remember how my tiny baby feet in those cute little black shoes crossed that big iron gate to enter into a new world, a world that will change my life, forever. I remember how I cried my eyes out at home, pleading my mom to not send me to any bloody school. But then, I still remember how I cried inside on that farewell, that last day when I made my last step out of my second home. Even thinking about it, now, it fills my heart with so many emotions and it fills my eyes with tears of joyous memory. Damn, I miss you.
And yes, thank you for giving me such gem of friends for life. The little monkeys that we were, lost in an urban "disciplined" jungle. Well, guess what, some monkeys are still there, still ruining my life in the most fun way possible. Thanks for those corners in school, where we just sat and talked rubbish. Ah, those golden moments those extended sports periods, those crazy stage performances, and even those torturous morning assembly. I miss everything, even the things that I didn't like back then.
Thanks for having me, when I was still pure at heart. I have lost that innocence somewhere. Sometimes, I miss that too. I miss being that innocent soul. Thanks for giving me wings, when I was aimless. Thanks for those crushes, ah the crazy stupid love, even the crushes on teachers. Thanks for teaching me how to eat lunch in a live class. Yes, I can still keep a straight innocent face, when someone caughts me eating. And damn, thanks for making me prepare new notebooks, every year, with those brown covers and fancy name slips. Ah, the smell of new books, that smell, damn I miss them.
And hey, I promise that one day I will return to you, maybe, sane and improved, maybe famous enough to make you proud. Then I will visit every corner of you, my classrooms, my canteen, my library, my sports arena, my labs, and all my favorite spots. And don't worry, I won't come alone. I will bring my gang, all my monkeys, and then we will laugh, scream, smile, and cry out all our memories, together, just like the old times, same love. I miss you so much, daily. And trust me. I will be back.
~ Rahul Kaushik
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