Reveries

Other than graduating in law, college had been a turning point in my personal and emotional life, as well. I always knew that my life at the Law College had such an impact on me, such an impact that I will carry for a lifetime, in defining relationships, friendships, in emotional quotient and all that. Yet, I shed my scales and moved forward in absolute forgetfulness of my erstwhile campus days. 

Recently the campus fb page is pouring memories, like how a bucket full of water is drawn from the well, the worn out rope on the rusted pulley, creaking pleasantly and then poured over my head, the cool memories drizzling down my face, over my closed eyelids, making me remember the happenings objectively, cleansing me of all that I didn't like about me, during those days. I am caught unaware, in a blooming dampness, enjoying the drizzle, the breeze and the little droplets I know now that I treasure.

Falling in love is no doubt a pleasure, which many lucky ones may embrace for a life time. But I cherish the love I missed falling into, like the broken bits of coloured bangles in my little treasure chest, like that peacock feather in my note book, I hear that bit of a song, the humming he sang into my ears, sitting behind me in our antique college bus and the subtle expressions I discarded. 

And I realize that I am smiling.