As you all know, today was the last day in the present school campus. To most of you, I believe, it may not matter much, because you would still have your friends… for a while. It’s however too sorrowful for me which is why I wanted to articulate my feelings.
Modern’s current campus is a second home to me… maybe the only home. I’ve seen many tales, some of which were inspiring, some hateful and yet below the timbre of each tale there is a resonant sound, that seems to pervade me. The exact definition of a home would be Modern, for me (except about sleeping for long hours.)
The thing that makes it worse than a farewell is that it’s biding goodbye to a past life, bit by bit. It’s terrible to have to leave one’s home because the moment you look at every class, every wall, someone’s position or style in a certain place, are filled with memories of times there. Playing in the tennis court, crowding around the canteen, walking in a line around the quadrangle are just some of the things that come flooding back. And as soon as it’s over, your only support is your friends. Unfortunately you have only ten months with them, to be balanced with the choices of a future life before you must walk another road and part. That’s what makes it so bad. And soon you see everything of your childhood fall apart and fade away. I can’t even bear to look at the photos of the school because I know I would possibly overflow with these emotions. And I can’t do that. I just can’t. The pain of everything fading away.
So the only thing I can do, is spend as much time with you, and balance academics for the future. At least if I am strong to look at the photos, I should hear the purest sound of merriment- laughter emerging faintly from a hidden wall in the recesses of my memory.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
To most of who ?
I had a similar feeling when I saw my house being cleared out a few days ago, and I realised that all that I had known and loved for 4 years was coming to an end. I've had the same feeling every time I've left one country to move on to another, but for me, it's more because I think of what could have been, what life might have been like if I had stayed on. It pained me greatly to lose a home of 4 years... the longest I have ever lived in one house. I haven't lived in any one country for more that 5 years, so I do feel sad that I don't have all those years of precious memories of any one place like you... that in itself is a kind of blessing... to have had a place that you could really call a second home...
Post a Comment