Days We Used To Laugh

It's 7:00 am. Rushing towards the assembly ground and standing in two parallel lines. On stage, the moral and highly intellectual topic is being presented and here we are making fun of the teacher who's hair is like nest and Saree is a century old. Mimicking the fake accent of the students trying to sound more "convent". And laughing silently was the hardest job. Going to the class and not studying instead of playing book games. Talking via secret message system and telepathy. Giving headache to our math teacher every day.

Literally running in the class and singing on the bench. It's time to go wild cause it's recess. Talking about anything and never stopping laughter accompanied by food. And surviving 3 more lectures. The most you get angry is when the games are taken by the already headache given math teacher who revenges back with extra homework. Time to go home but having a mini roasting meeting at the cycle stand was never missed by anyone.

Going home. Again meeting at the extra classes this was the place we studied and would have another session for roasting and discussing another day of school was mandatory. The days always felt short and the talks never got finished. No posts no phones no selfies just us together with an epiphany on our face. I hope we sneak out of this world and go back and live that day one more time to feel ourselves again.