THE TASK OF WRITING ONE PAGE..........From the pen APN

I felt nostalgic when I heard the song. It was the very song which I had listened 13 years back during the Annual function of my college. I was the secretary of students’ union and I had chosen that song to energize the mood of celebration during the function.

Today, by chance, when I stumbled upon that song, in a restaurant, I was silenced. My tea began to become cold as I journeyed into the past. The music played on and refreshed some of my fond memories. With the melody of the song many beautiful creatures who had once occupied my mind and heart became alive. Their vibrant smiles and youthful appeals once again flashed in my memory. I relived the moments when I was a teenager and a college student.

I remembered about Miss Mishra who was the most beautiful girl of my class. But I never talked with her because I never wanted to show my weakness for her. I was respected among my friends for my integrity and I had never let it go. In the last days of our college she had wished me good luck for a good result. But that day also I remained cold. I saw her eyes and they told me that she loved me. In reply I wanted to say her that she was the most beautiful girl I had ever met but I stopped with a short, “Thank You.”. She took her LADYBIRD cycle and slowly disintegrated from college campus and also from my life. UNSPOKEN LOVE NEVER DIES.

With the glide of time I have moved to different spheres. But when I look back to those days, from where I stand now, I feel those times as brilliant as sunshine. INNOCENCE IS PURE JOY.

With some books and notebooks I would climb the upstairs to attend my classes and some of my classmates would come downstairs. In the mid-way a momentary stay, exchange of words, glances or just waving of hands were sufficient to make the day going. FRIENDSHIP REALLY RECHARGES YOU.

In those times colleges were without uniforms and the girls and boys would come in all coloured outfits. So the colleges used to be more colourful then now.  Those days are gone now.......IN THE PLEA OF UNIFORM WE ARE COMPULSORILY MADE COLOUR BLIND.

In those times a college student could easily recognize his/her beloved from half a kilometre by the colour of his/her dress. But now that sense perception is missing. 

I had a good friend. One day he expressed his love to a beautiful girl of my class. The girl’s face turned red. Before the girl could speak anything my friend left the place out of fear. The next day my friend saw that the girl had come wearing the best dress. Seeing my friend, she gave a beautiful smile. In happiness now my friend’s feet did not touch earth. Out of joy and celebration he took me to the nearby restaurant and gave me a marvelous treat. That day I ate ice cream, cakes and chenapoda in the restaurant and my friend had paid the bill.

After six months, I discovered that the girl considered my friend as one among her many college friends and nothing more. By that time my friend had 3 papers back.

I remembered how my seniors used to hang out in a particular place in the upper floor. The place was less crowded and gave a good view of the college. We used to call that place ‘Lovers’ Point’.

 THE TASK OF WRITING ONE PAGE IS OVER AND DEAR READERS DO NOT TAKE THE THINGS AS REAL.