I Wish.

It rained today evening and the smell of wet muddy soil and crisp air overwhelms me. It takes me back in time, when it was all so complicated, simple and pure. It takes me back to school, to my hostel, to the long walks from the dinning hall, to the Maggi parties and bathroom water fights. The walks lit by the moon, the misty mornings where I woke up to the voice of my house parent, hoping to squeeze out an extra minute(s) and dancing to the latest song in the radio at any time of the day or night They are so many such memories I would like to forever and ever keep in my arms and visit in times like these.

I close my eyes are random images pass by. Of faces, places and moments. They start of in a random order then go on to suddenly spin around and come together. It is mysterious and at the same time magical. I would trade anything asked for if I could just go back for a few seconds to those sandy paths, those flowering trees and those familiar faces. The warmth, compassion and sincerity of relationship. The passage and stillness of time and memories. The everything of everything. 

I was chatting with a junior today and we spoke about our hostel lives. The ice breaking session, the freshers performance, the clothes people wore, the morning ramp walk in the dinning hall, the faces turning sour on seeing the Idly and what not. 

As much as I tell myself that I have moved on and that is the past. It will never leave me and deep down I never want it to. It is a treasure trove of memories, some of which make life worth living. 

Boys Hostel. Kitchen. Four Rooms. Bed. Chair. Coffee.Her. Moonlit terrace nights.Music.

Us and Them. 

Note - This is a very abrupt post written in a flash. It may not be that good. Sorry :)