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I walked into those gates 7 years ago and prayed every second to be set free from this place I was supposed to call home for the rest of my life. I'm glad now that I wasn't set free because now that I am, I feel more caged than ever. We craved for our mother's food but now we only crave for our mess food. Bonds made in day schools are not the same , My home gave me a friend who looked after me like a mother, who would go mad if i had slight fever or the monthly period pain, a friend who made me laugh on the dullest of days, a friend who made life so much more cooler , a friend who took my tantrums without complaining, and so many more that it is hard to remember. We have seen so much together that no one here can be the same. We wrote essays on friendship and wrote long letters to make up for our fights, I wonder if anyone can even define friendship the way we did. Here teachers are 'only' teachers, back home they were mothers, teachers and friends we could confine in. “ Sogani Buses” we have literally spent most of our childhood and adolescence travelling in those buses, shifting to the Delhi DTC buses is probably the worst thing I've done because nothing can make them as comfortable as the buses back home. We had birthday parties at midnight with the yummiest spice and fudge, this year i'll probably have green tea at 12, remembering last year and shift back to reality as I receive the virtual hugs on my phone instead of the real ones. This time in January I'll be freezing and fully clad because no chance that I'll be walking in a short sleeveless dress like every year because I won't have the glares of my teachers or my friends to go partying with on house farewells. We danced like crazy on farewells and dance parties but now I can't even bring myself to sway a little without them. So much more but I have come to the conclusion that the busy city I stay in becomes quiet in the darkest hours but my home which I call 'MAYO' will remain bright and lit up till the end of this world......

LET THERE BE LIGHT!

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