Classroom.

Classroom. A classroom is a place where 60 strangers of every caste and religion sit together. When i was in school, my classroom used to be my happy and favourite place in the whole school. My classmates were like my family. Even the absolute unknowns somehow made me feel better. It was the most comfortable place for me, a place where i can be myself. It was the people of my class that made me want to go to school everyday. I still remember how excited i used to get while thinking about seeing those familiar faces the next day.

Still remeber how the last bench loafers used to get scolded by every teacher that came in.

Still remember the toppers aka the first benchers talking in hushed tones so that they can maintain the discipline.

Still remember how my friends used to annoy me all day long.

Still remember sharing and eating the lunchboxes in that same class while it rained outside.

Still remember fighting for the window seat so i can look outside when the lecture get’s too boring (that was my escape lol) .

Still remember the not so funny jokes of the teachers.

Still remember how everybody used to laugh together.

One class and a million memories and a million ways in which i miss ’em every single day.

I hope that i will be able to get as comfortable with my new class as i was with my old one.

To all my classmates, i miss you guys so bad! Let’s plan a reunion soon.