小编摘要：那片笑声让我想起我的那些花儿 在我生命每个角落静静为我开着 我曾以为我会永远守在她身旁 今天我们已经离去在人海茫茫
It’s been seven years since it was placed here, beneath a huge stack of old newspapers on a rackloaded with books.
It had been seven years since it came into this world, born from thesilvery solution of the photographic tray. Rediscovered from the bottom of thatdirt-laden heap, it was able to see the light, still in good state. It was sucha relief! Surprisingly, its co-lors had still not turned yellowish pale.1)squinted my eyes, straining to recognize those emerging faces. Blurredimages, faint, yet distinct memories.
There, in thebackground, stood that not-so-white wall of the classroom, bearing signs of the2)onslaught of creativity, when they were present. In front of it stood a bunchof 3)bubbly, youthful adolescent teens, grinning (from) ear-to-ear.
Standing in the corner on the left was Anu, a girl with a short4)hairdo and still shorter skirt. Shy Deepa stood next, attempting a smile,yet, unwilling to say “Cheese”. Holding her hand was Bhanu, with a 5)vivacious smile and loads ofbaby fat. Near her were radiant Payal and 6)unassuming Leena. Last among thegirls was Sani, the one with silken voice. To the extreme right corner, wasBunty, who would 7)crack jokes anywhere and anytime. Next to him, dark andhandsome, was Aashu. Along him were the chubby and mischievous Sanjoo, and thelanky Rajat, ready with his characteristic smirk. Then, 8)trespasser Dangi andsporty Raju, forced their way in, just in time. Completing the picture, brown-eyedDwari and the baby-faced, curly-haired Paploo, were standing in the middle.
Eighteenth February,1993…I remembered the date, as my mind strolled down memory lane,recalling thoughts, trying to sketch some images. That was the last day atschool, after the formal “FAREWELL” just ahead of those “oh-so-important and scary” 9)CBSE exams.Everyone had gathered to say “GOOD-BYE” to the place where we had spent our schooldays. After that, theywere of their own, ready to enter a world with no boundaries. That emptyclassroom was a world within a world, which was theirs 10)in their own right.It was there when they tried and tried to solve all those tricky 11)theorems;it smiled as they read the “Love across salt desert”. It was an audienceof those musical sessions at lunchtime; and a silent spectator of many fights,and of heartbreaks, too. The chatter of girls, the 12)grumbling of teachers,the rumble of feet, the colors of 13)Holi, the birthday cakes, the crushes, andblushes, too…
It had seen all. The classroom was with them, in everything they didand whatever they had planned. It stood among their hopes, dreams,frustrations, sorrows, and happiness—almost everything.Moreover, on that day the white wall at the back of the classroom was thewitness of them all, coming together, even if for a single moment only. I foundmyself transported back to 1993. Seven years are not that long a period, yet,much must have changed since then. All fourteen of them might have changed now,that moment long forgotten.
I wonder and think about them, about their faces, looks, minds andhearts; about their careers, as well.
Time changes everything. Nevertheless, for me, that moment seems aseternal as if it all happened yesterday, as nostalgia drifts in the air, withthe echoes of their voices trapped inside that classroom.
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