The Last Day
One is strong, a child now grown
The other weak, a parent aged
The strong once feeble
The weak once mighty
Time, the infinity
has marked them…”
― Muse, Enigmatic Evolution
When I entered my school campus, there were more than fifty people, standing in the L-shaped balcony of the auditorium building, clapping and hooting on my arrival, all dressed in blue shades with a smile filled with sweet honey and joy. It was like a blue rainbow falling on me and there was a feeling of being special which I never felt in my life before. I looked up and smiled to respect their respect for me and my heart filled with jest and I wish if I could pause that moment and enjoy it to the fullest. My other friends which came after me got the same treatment of pure love. It was the last day of the school, the farewell. Those people in the balcony were juniors. Dearest teachers treated us with a teeka1 and a chocolate and escorted to the celebration ground where I met my other school friends whom I met with a warm and tight hug.
Gentlemen were dressed in formal suits and ladies were dressed in sarees2. We all started clicking pictures with teachers, batch mates and even juniors. The picture session was unstoppable. Everyone was trying to capture each and every moment. No one wanted to miss a picture with anyone. Everyone wished if they could take along the person himself/herself with them along with the picture. The pain of separation was bearable but not avoidable. Hearts were heavy, eyes were wet. Through all the fun, mischiefs and gravitational situations, when did this school period end, no one could imagine. Everyone have always heard the school bell after the end of each class but this was the school bell for the ending of schooling.
All this was given a break when all of us were taken to the auditorium where the lovely juniors organised a small farewell show for all of us. It had music, dance, play. We were saturated with mixtures of feelings and didn’t want to leave. But the day had to end. All the memories of school, all of those fifteen years, flashed in front of my eyes at that moment.
School Life is unforgettable. Makes us laugh and cry at the same time and this is what we all were doing before leaving. No one wanted to cry.
Water drops on the concrete ground were visible.
Each one of us has some or the other period of life which leaves an impact on both our brain and heart and whenever you think about that period all you can feel is helplessness, desire to move back in time and an unsatisfactory smile because you think that you could have squeezed more out of that time. You may not be satisfied today, but these small set of memories will be your magic potion to support in tough and demanding time of your life in future.
1.Red color mark made on forehead, symbol of prosperity and good luck.
- An Indian traditional dress.