The heart starts singing as I flip through my autograph book which indeed is a treasure of fond memories of my school days. Past starts unfolding itself as I go through each name along with its beautiful autograph written on the farewell day in class XII. Words are too big laden with worldly wisdom and make me wonder how much sanity I still retain after undergoing varied experiences and coming across such different facets of human nature. Let those "quotations and maxims surpass me and my whole focus is in the name of my ac"acquaintances and friends and teachers whose names are imbibed there on the paper as well as my heart forever. I am just transported in the mesmerizing world of my teens which were spent secured in the four walls of school. How I longed to be there. We were so familiar with all the nooks and corners of our school. And then finally came the farewell day and the farewell party. It seemed as if were let lose into the wilderness of the world from the sanctity of this protected world. !our eyes were full of tears at the candle light ceremony and heart ached at the thought of leaving those sacred premises. The innocent childish heart takes its time to accept the bitter parting. The parting from the teachers & friends & school routine & the 'Christmas party & the party before summer vacations and what not. It was so difficult to accept all this. It seemed as if my own small world was crumbling. Let reality had to be accepted as life has to move on. Today after so many years the ache is still there though the autographs of friends and teachers bring cheer to the heart and make alive those sweet and beautiful memories of my golden innocent school days. I still wonder how much toll has experience taken on the innocence of those childish days or is it just the obsession with the past which becomes gold with the passing time.
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