Searched a lot ,delved deep,too far into those long forgotten times..
my school days,those little innocent faces,those tiny hands and feet,
the blue dress,the red belt,polished shoes,dirty smelly socks..
after all these tumultuous years, the now big ,mature faces of distant times amazes me,
how we all grew up,rather how life made us all grow up..
making us learn what is right,what is wrong,
to know the taboos,the stigmas from the ‘pure’, ‘allowed’ indulgings
how we all picked up tit bits from those days till today,how we learnt how to condition our then free unconditional minds
How everything was our’s,and how now those same things have trapped us,caged us and we are yearning to be set free..
from being taken care of, to squandering,to falling,to getting hurt and to learning to walk up,dust things off and walk again..
Of all those faces,one face has just fascinated me,gripped me…for absolutely no reason..
Now the face is a little less beautiful than what it was,…but the fixation remains..
It’s like I am stalking a stranger,a strange thing…
With school,with that face..came tumbling back the smells,the musty smell of plastic colorful tiffin boxes,
packed with a mother’s oily snack,but with love and with her tiredness of waking up at 6 in the morning to go through one more ritual a mother goes through..
sweaty faces and ruffled moods at the end of a day,the bad smell floating out of the urinals..
all seem wrapped up together in this fragnant tiny school bouquet..
One of the most important periods of your life,one of the earliest but also one that is forgotten for being early chronologically..
it lies on the desk of your messed up,fucked up life…under torn love letters,under crumpled papers,under the groans of adulthood…