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Tags: typical college student sketch pen year celebrations sweet memory aashish
Tags: typical college student sketch pen year celebrations sweet memory aashish
Reminiscence was never one of her strongest point. She actually hated indulging in one. But today 30,000 feet high above the sea level she felt detached from her present life.
She was returning back from a 50th Year celebrations of her college. She let go of her poise, maturity and all the other adjectives she has managed to attach to her name and travelled down the lane when she was 18, carefree and a typical college student. Bunking classes came as a proprietary right to enjoy the college life. Those were the days which had giggles packed in every incident and not enough maturity to realise the true meanings behind reality of life.
On the farewell day of third year students they had a party. It was full of fun and singing. Then it was time for fishponds.
Fishpond is a game in which anyone can write any quote or song or a message by naming the person it is meant for but there is no need to write your own name. So there is this anonymity maintained unless the person can recognise who it could be from.
She got three of them which were not a surprise as she was pretty popular amongst her peers. But what baffled her was the mysterious quote,” If you do not understand my silence you will never understand my words”. She could not fathom who would have written those words for her and why as she was always ready to talk to people and listen.
After leaving college it all became memoirs of yesterday loosing its threadbare existence.
Yesterday in the College Reunion it all had come back punching her tummy and making her speechless.
This time the fishpond said,” You never understood my silence then and now if you can put it away as a sweet memory”.
Today she had the maturity to understand those words and knew the meaning behind them. She had a fairly good idea that it was bespectacled Aashish who had written those words as she had seen him borrowing the red sketch pen in which the fishpond was written.
Her mind took her to a journey of What if I had understood the message then…
But the announcement by the airhostess brought her back to reality. She quietly folded the piece of paper and left it in the flight. She tightened her seat belt and eagerly looked out of the window. She was coming home to her family.
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