Serendipity

Solitude leads me to flow in nostalgia sometimes. Beautiful childhood, jocular school days, high-school crush, sharp teachers’ stupid punishments, insane college days, mischievousness at backbenches, stimulating group bunks, love at first sight, entrance exams, struggle made to achieve a good score and all those things that got me euphoric to believe that life is bliss.…

A Backbencher’s Notebook: The Last Year of High School. (Part 2)

The second year of high school was the last year of school life and was more amusing and sprightlier than the first one. The year kicked off with bunking the school as usual and we didn't even get the sense that we were going to have the board exams (the most crucial in school life)…

A Backbencher’s Notebook: The First Year of High School. (Part 1)

Sometimes in life, I get my mind wander off to the high school days and for just a few minutes I would start recalling back all the great memories of the school. The two years of high school was such time in our life that we enjoyed relentlessly and infinitely. For the two years, none…

Nostalgia

I know that we can't bring those days back to life but if it's true and if possible then I would like to die and reborn to live my childhood again. I don't know if this is a stupid thing but I am totally concerned to what I am talking about. Those days weren't perfect…