Another year has come to pass. (may be I should say academic year).
Funnily I can’t seem to remember much of it. In fact I remember very little.
The sad part of it is that this is my last year in school, after this the only things that are going to be with me are going to be memories.
Whether sad or happy or of something obscure and weird they are what are going to be left…
And I don’t seem to have many.
In fact I am able to recall very very little of my school life. I can’t seem to find instances where I had fun, became embarrassed, had heart attacks, or having cried.
It’s kind of weird. Very weird.
I have studied in the same school for 12 years now and I don’t have any memorable moments in these 12 years of my life… and 12 years is a long time in anyone’s (human)
standards. I remember the people who I had come across- my friends, teachers, coaches, seniors and juniors…but not what they were, where I met them, how I became acquainted to them (not much of it).
And my sense of blankness in memory only heightens invariably when my friends in class cite instances from their school life.
They seem to have no problem in recollecting how they were five years ago or what happened in class three years ago. They seem to have a plethora of instances to narrate.
I listen calmly but later on the stifling feeling that I can’t remember anything returns and suffocates. Funnily enough nobody has so far noticed that I don’t have much to say about those instances in my life. Well what can I say…
*sigh*
I hope to carry some memories atleast from this year when I graduate but I guess I wouldn’t know until later on…