Nostalgia

It is very cliched of me to write this but hell i miss school...

They say home is not where you live but where they understand you. So I guess I kinda miss one of my homes. I dislike changes as a rule...I'm the kind of person who settles comfortably in a rut until I find a better rut. Don't dislodge me from my rut, I will not like you. Getting up every single morning for the past 14 years and going to school was part of my rut.

I realised as I climbed into the bus today although it felt like coming back home... I wasn't supposed to be there, I didn't belong in that bus anymore.

As I walk through the corridors I see flashbacks, I really do...
I see a 11 year old me walking backwards through the corridors of the school and my best friend guiding me. I see a 13 year old me find a new best friend who tells me that the guy for whom I'm about to cry my heart out, isn't good enough for me. I see a 12 yr old girl, stuttering on stage, glaring down at her 'partner' who smiles back encouragingly. I can see my friend and I dancing on the AVH stage before theatre practices. I can see a very recent me, walking about the school, consoling a person I no longer count as a friend, that no that wasn't the worst performance i had ever seen. I can see me yelling at a classmate to simply jump out of a window cause there was nothing in the world that would please me better. I remember the happy look on one of my teacher's face, when her favorite student came from the hostel, simply because (according to me) she missed him. I can hear one of my classmates tell me that I must be trying for miss congeniality. I can still hear pleads for water. I can still remember every single thing that made me who I am...

I know that a lot of the things I value exist outside that complex. The friendships made in there were strengthened outside but my oldest and strongest still belongs to school. My love, my boyo might not be from this school but it was because of the circumstances that occurred in that F block building that sent me rushing into his arms.

I became a student of D.P.S. R.K.Puram some 13 years ago. As my mother informs me, they never applied anywhere else. I just got in, probably because my sister was here too but the point is I had no where else to go but here. It was home, it'll always be... but I guess it's about time I walk out to the roads outside those gates...