Turning back

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It has been three years now,when i last entered my school.My leaving class ten was more painful that leaving class twelve.That day,my classmate and i were having coffee and we decided to take a walk towards our hall.We both paused at the door of the hall.A farewell was being given to the students of Gokhale school.The school and the college shares the same hall.I can't say if i had the feeling of nostalgia because i had never attended a farewell in my life till now.In class ten it was my cousin sister's marriage that fell on the day of our farewell and in class twelve our whole class was suspended and so there was no farewell.Deep down i probably will yearn for a farewell but the days are gone and will never come back.I am hoping for one in my final year of graduation but the farewell of a college and a school are completely different concepts.School was a learning ground,college is a place for gaining practical experiences.Within the next three months,another phase of my life will be over and then again i will encounter a new place with new faces,a new environment and the repetition of an undesirable process of socialization.This is one phase in life where a lot of options merge together to pose infront of someone.It is during this time that we make choices and if made properly can help one to live a life of peace,provided one is blessed with a long life.Not being pessimistic,but being realistic.All this is so much transient,i really want to know what will remain?

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