Jamie you know , people leave but places don't. They exist holding back all the memories; fragrances and echoes of empathy. People stay in for a while , but a place - it's scenic beauty ; the aroma of its sod ; the richness of it's geographical strands ; the freshness of it's blowing and whistling breeze lasts until everything is destructed in this world. Places are perpetually remembered by one. Not only its beauty is remembered by one , but also an exceptional and unforgettable experience over that place is cherished until the man's last breath. The place he was born, the place he first learnt to walk, the place he lived up in his entire life remain the same and lovable to him irrespective of where he is living currently. Whatever happens , however busy a man is, he never tends to be oblivious to visit his hometown , atleast once a year. His hometown preaches him about the state of living and how certain obscure things found in his hometown lends him the greatest happiness of life. A place remains as a memoir too . People who leave us never incline to come back in our life , but the place we shared with them when they were together with us is always visited and they oblige to give us the satisfaction and the complete sense of life. I may be sound ridiculous for valuing a lifeless place rather than a living human - because each of the juncture experienced with a place is more remarkable than putting back a fake smile in front a venomous person. A place make us realise profoundly about ourselves rather than people who influence us to change with respect to their convenience. And yet a place beholds truth but never uncertainty unlike people.
// Years went by , the baby flowered as an angel - She unveiled a wrapped box to find a miscellany of her lifetime, it was 5:30 pm again ,but this one instance her parents were not there to hold her hands but she could possess a bouquet to pay the last rites in their funeral//
It's been months since we met, our hands coupled , we roam around a paradise of the pleasant zephyr , with the cluster of diverse trees and bushes , and the warm sunlight. The chit chat of the students around and we walk over with a wide smile. I stand bored when you talk to other familiar people of yours and the moment you look into me, you laugh and we run away from that place . Then we reach to our favourite destination after much running, walking and talking and random jokes - "CANTEEN" . We pick up most of the snacks over that and eat them halfway through , leaving back the remaining pieces to our other friends. Then comes the moment of departure where we roam again with the longest way possible to our classroom. I wish that happens soon, ' 'cause nothing can beat the school lunch breaks!
Every bell that rings right before the recess , is awaited the most by all of us , as it rings loudly we step up and our legs never remain still. We run behind when the teacher leaves , and grab the ball from the teacher and play at our utmost until we sweat hard and then we come up with a race of who will reach the first to the classroom from the play ground and I end up losing always. I wish it could happen again , though I lose in the race , for I don't need victory but to wipe my tears over those memories.
Every substitution period has its own story! All of us cook up our own stories ( And those stories I made on my own urged me as a better writer today, it seems) to run away from the classroom and we end up meeting each other in our secret spot which beholds all of our secrets , gossips and memories - "The Bathroom" . We laugh, we get serious when talking about something prominent, and tears roll up as we laugh harder. And whenever someone from other classes enter through, we hide inside the bathrooms. I wish that happens soon , cause the fragrance of the restroom still lingers in my nostrils.
And right at 2:40, the bell rings , we pack our huge backpacks and rush downstairs , then finally we settle under the shade of the cycle stand and gossip until it's too late and then peddle to our homes through our respective cycles. I wish we could peddle our cycles all through eternity in the same old uniform.
And the after school talks using the landline is a bliss. Some special moments of clicking pictures using our favorite teacher's phone and relishing them forever has its own value. Thinking of creative Nick names for our friends and blushing after conveying our own first school love story to our friends in utter silence , is always the most hard and yet relieving moment of the life! I wish we sit around the same way in a huge circle and listen up the same old stories and laugh at each other.
And the every rain dance we perform in our school when it rains is always the enjoyable dance performance ever!! I wish we could dance to the same and every rain drop that falls over the ground , whirls happily seeing our wide smiling faces. #11wishc
There was a complete silence in the dusky night where the stellar spheres beheld themselves as snowflakes shimmering in hush. The bushes and the grass blades of the meadow , lay drowsy with no one to tread over them.
At a sudden, someone lingers over them and they sigh of his heftiness. He walks over and over as the entire meadow consisting of the rosewood trees , the bushes and the grass blades and the lane of bellflower awakens in fear.
Their eyes grew sensitive to the gleaming lantern he carries along with him. But to surprise , be disappears in the dark and the meadow searches for him who is to be found nowhere. Then they all regarded him as an illusion who was a demon in disguise - carrying away the murkiest secrets.
Everyone lay in chaos when the sky drizzled it's snowy pearls. The aroma of its petrichor blooms out as the fragrance of the mother's lap to put down everybody to sleep. As the rain patters over them to caress , they all abode in the dreamy fantasies of the spring.
The sky remarks - What makes him a wonder that his footsteps reversed this dusky and creepy meadow into a blossoms of the spring. The summit replied - His silence did them all.