School

Yesterday, I was conversing with my friend and she said that she had been to her school. And the day before that, I was narrating my new Telugu poem to my mom. She burst out laughing even before I narrated the first few lines as she expected "My sweet Memory" to be one from my childhood days...probably school.
And now at this early an hour I am up and blogging....why?
I woke up early in the morning with a dream about my school. So amazing it was...I went to school (in an attire as if I just woke up :P) and met a few friends there in the class room. Ironically enough, some of them already look old... even though I never met them after school. Even some teachers were there at that time (its almost 4 PM). I Woke up with the glare so close from the distant past which made my eyes damp. Now I desperately want to go to school, meet all those wonderful teachers, sit in my bench and attend all my classes and of course play to the fullest in the ground. Alas! When nostalgia strikes, it hits really hard. Nevertheless, memories are those ones which are sweet. Dreams are those to be pursued. I will go to school this time I visit my home town. After all, I am an ardent believer of the saying "Early morning dreams come true!!"

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