29th March, 2012. Class 12th Ph.E. exam. I had a fair idea that day that it will be long before I get to have another glance at her. So (though I don't vividly remember), I looked at her whenever I had the chance. Trying to save her image somewhere in my mind. We weren't on talking terms since about an year, if not more, so there wasn't any chance that I could pass her a smile and get one in return. After the exam ended, the only thing I was searching for, while talking to my friends about how easy and lengthy the exam was, was her friend group. Funny how I don't even remember whether I was able to see her after the exam. I just wish I was at least writing a personal diary at that time. Would have been great to dive into those memories, which are now just a blur.
Today, it's been over 3 years and 3 days, and I still haven't seen her again. I don't know whether I will, in my lifetime. Not that she lives too far away from my home - just 5-6 kms. And of the 100 new strangers that I see daily for the last 1000 days, she wasn't among them. That's what she has been to me like - a stranger, ever since we stopped talking in the school days. That she used to write down the homework in my school diary almost everyday in 10th seems like a dream now. Even rarer sounds the fact that her desk used to behind mine everyday back then, though that was due to our lovely class-teacher who arranged the seats that way. The day those seats were arranged like that is among my best memories at school, of her or otherwise. My heart beat must have matched, if not surpassed, that of an athlete just completing a 100 meter sprint. I knew I was in for memories that I shall preserve for life. The sole reason that class 10th has been, and will always be, the best year of my school or college life. Or that I didn't take a single holiday back then.
Today, it's been over 3 years and 3 days, and I still haven't seen her again. I don't know whether I will, in my lifetime. Not that she lives too far away from my home - just 5-6 kms. And of the 100 new strangers that I see daily for the last 1000 days, she wasn't among them. That's what she has been to me like - a stranger, ever since we stopped talking in the school days. That she used to write down the homework in my school diary almost everyday in 10th seems like a dream now. Even rarer sounds the fact that her desk used to behind mine everyday back then, though that was due to our lovely class-teacher who arranged the seats that way. The day those seats were arranged like that is among my best memories at school, of her or otherwise. My heart beat must have matched, if not surpassed, that of an athlete just completing a 100 meter sprint. I knew I was in for memories that I shall preserve for life. The sole reason that class 10th has been, and will always be, the best year of my school or college life. Or that I didn't take a single holiday back then.
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