Nostalgia

1st April 2009,

The scorching sun blessed me with new hope,

Allies of school were filled with innocent, naive kids crying, 

Leaving their Mumma’s lap, holding the teacher’s hand,

Who knew 

It was a rebirth, a new life.

Moving to a new family, 

With teacher’s our second mother,

It’s surprising how that day we were crying 

To leave our first family and now the second,

Nostalgia hits us

From nursery rhymes to spoken words 

Transitioning from color dresses to school grey-white uniform which was covered with filthy ink stains but was memorable 

Walking through the hallways rushing to school

The smell of board, 

I picture this place as my ideal town, where the morning assemblies are mesmerizing, talks and discussions were endless, 

In online classes remembering the password of zoom on fingertips, meeting and enjoying every second despite differences of distance

We were made from mud, mud that was scattered, 

To a beautiful pot, a pot capable to withhold knowledge,

Knowledge which is powerful enough to change, 

Change everything in our life, 

Knowledge isn’t enough, we were nourished with emotions, 

Molded with love, every inch, and every curve, 

But overall we learned to embrace the difference, each pot is different with all its uniqueness.

8th April 2021 

The journey was nothing less than a rollercoaster ride, we had highs when we were soaring in the sky, but we all have witnessed the lows

But as my favorite singer says, the world is not perfect but it’s not that bad, we have each other and that’s all we have.