It's a narrow road that separates myself from the school where I spent a major part of my life for eight years. 8 years? Four years ago, I had said my goodbyes to the very trees, the building, the teachers, the laboratories (that was more of a phew-I-don't-have-to-see-you-again' goodbye when it came to the labs).We shifted our house about two weeks ago. I had texted one of my school friends to tell that now I wake up to the view of our dear school. Pat came her message- 'Hey Girl! This is destiny. When you were in school, you came by school bus. You landed up infront of school during your Masters.Woah!'
I dialed a friend's number right then just to share the trip down memory lane. Unfortunately, it kept ringing, unanswered until the rings died down.
The breeze blew gently calming the warmed up heart... reminding me yet again that some things never change, they remain just the way they are, untouched by times, unforgotten through ages.