A Day In The School

I had an argument for an unknown reason with a giant person and then I moved clumsily towards the door, I opened it and entered the classroom. The room was quite large and seemed to be much more opulent than our actual classroom during my school days. I believe that everyone gave me their snobbery looks but without much hesitation, I moved towards the right row and sat on a bench.Towards my right was a large white painted window. I could see small houses at the bottom of the hill. It was obvious that we were inside a tall building which was erected at the edge of a cliff.

The teacher entered the classroom. She was a young lady whose face resembled with the English teacher who taught us during the first semester. She started the day's lesson by teaching us prose. She read out the story but I couldn't recollect what it was all about. Her voice was immature and fragile. She looked like a young post graduate scholar. The lusture of her eyes, the sparkle of her cheeks and her brilliantly shining hair gave her an apparent young look. The multitude in the classroom were like black shadows against white background thus, giving spectre like apperance. They had occupied most of the seats and, it was obvious that they were my classmates.

I felt as if I was seated among a few bigots but I was enthralled when I saw Saroj beside me. He has been one of my best buddies since my school days. Then all of sudden, the question hour started. I wanted to answer the questions but I couldn't because neither did I know the question nor did I know the answer. All I could see was a few students answering the questions. The strangest thing was that, I could just see their lips moving and the teacher making a few gestures as if to show that they were correct. The flagging class roared with exalted comments when Satender was humiliated by the teacher for having given stupid responses to her questions.

I was enjoying this scenario when abruptly my eyes opened. I checked for my cellphone under the bed as it had probably fallen down when I dozed off. It was 1:46 am in the morning. I woke up switched on the light, grabbed a pen and then started writing in my diary. I wouldn't have realized about it hadn't I dreamt about it. The fact is, I pity myself. ("For solitude is a sad thing, with no heart to confide my griefs. They say though that misery itself, shared by many sympathetic souls, may be borne with patience.") I just wish to live in my past. You see, I am not a lunatic but my fanatic desire to experience my school life again, perhaps must have triggered my mind to generate imaginations which was projected as a dream. It's like a medium to escape from the truth of reality and live a boisterous life that one always desires of. But the fact is that, you become capricious when it's time to say 'adieu' to your dreams and embrace the truth. I miss my friends.