I visited my folks last weekend. Every time I visit them I get submerged in pool of nostalgia and it gets revisited. Currently putting up at Gurgaon with my husband and my home town is Lucknow. Two tier cities have their own warmth and cuteness. Though life in cities like Gurgaon is attractive with awesome job opportunities but no matter what a part of my heart always wants to go back to my hometown and live the soothing comfortable life which I had. Even in Gurgaon it’s great but Lucknow has its own warmth.
It has been 12 long years since I left my high school, but still everytime I see St. Agnes’ Loreto Day School while going from station/airport to home I just jump with excitement and my eyes have that sparkle of good old memories. Been to graduation college, post-graduation college and so many years in corporate world, but my attachment to my high school in particular is absolutely undying. I don’t know if it happens only with me, but I still see the school I left more than a decade ago in my dreams. I believe in my subconscious mind I am still a student of that adorable school.
Thanks to social networking sites, keep getting news on what all is happening in school. My Maths teacher who is responsible for building my basics in Maths recently got retired, she is suffering from cancer, again thanks to Facebook I could donate some amount for her treatment like many other students of our school.
Now I see my niece going to the same school, wearing the same uniform and how brilliantly she is facing the little challenges every student faces in her school days, whether it is writing with pen for the first time or preparing for test or something else, it all just brings a smile across my face. I happened to go in my niece’s room and spent 10-15 minutes looking at her timetable and how seamlessly it was put on her wall so that she can keep her books as per it. It reminded me of my school days and how I also used to pack my bag a night before and somehow it also reminded me of how desperately me and my friends use to wait for break time and how every time we managed to finish our tiffin before break time even began 😛
Time just flies by and its only after you have lived your school life, you realize that it was the best time of life when you never had to do any work accept your studies, don’t had to worry about food, laundry, maids at house, financial conditions. Pampering and lots and lots of love which you certainly get now as well but that least responsibility you had on your shoulders was just too awesome.
All in all whenever I visit my home town its “ Nostalgia revisited”! 🙂