The anxious mother in her nightie waving to her rosebud like junior peering at her through the windows of the school van. His face ,fresh as well as a bit downcast at the the thought of the few hours of separation and then hastening to wave at her with his tiny hands as the van pulled on.
A school boy in early teens with satchel on his back walking to his school looking and kicking at everything on the road side with interest as well as disdain.He was followed by a college student in late teens in jeans , looking unconcerned and casual as he sauntered disinterestedly towards the bus stop.
Just behind was a young adult in formals, face glowing with a early morning shave and shoes shining with layers of polish striding with the keeness of one readying for a battle .
Not one of them gave me glance. Each of them , in their own worlds.
In between these different worlds was a foursome of giggling girls in uniform , lugging their burdensome books to school. Was I once like them? Carefree! Unattached! Happy at the sheer joy of living with rosy dreams ?
I was , 4 decades earlier. The cold fact is that it is nigh well impossible to revive and relive those feelings once again.It seems so ,so long ago.
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