Memories With School

On a lazy afternoon Sunday, I just strolled down the path and I walked aimlessly as a vehicle that goes on without a driver. Suddenly my eyes caught with something. I couldn't keep my eyes off from it . It was the place where I learnt the Alphabet a,b,c and numbers 1,2,3. It's now locked with gutters , green grass has grown up touching the roof . A heap of garbage is being stinking there with a nasty smell. Suddenly a harsh blow of wind blewed across my body making my mind to float as cloud and to run back to fifteen years ago. My eyes were closed for a moment. 

" Teacher...Teacher...Kasuni stole my eraser"

" Teacher I brought some roses for you."

" Teacher Kamani pushed me."

" Teacher today you're beautiful."

Voices were ringing on my mind, I imagined how we knelt down in front of the classroom for plucking mangoes and how we enjoyed friends birthday parties. As well as that how we cling on the sarees of teachers. Our mother who gave the eyesight and who poured knowledge to the seeds. I slowly opened my eyes ,in teary face I stood gazing at the cracked walls and empty classrooms , some rusted chairs were placed outside and some tattered books were lying on the bare ground. Big cobwebs were to be seen. Nobody could enter fences with barbed wire. The classrooms crying alone for kids as they cannot hear the voices running here and there. It's a memory only.

 Fifteen years back I was a kid learning in this school with story books of Cinderella and Rapunzel .Now, they are added only for memories , no snapshots to be proved like today. My friends who learnt with me in this school have left this motherland , leaving only me here. The paint of the buildings are almost faded no painted pictures on walls, algae has taken the place of them.

 I didn't wait more, I couldn't gaze it at more my heart starts to beat faster as I ran a marathon. I just came home feeling empty and bad as we couldn't protect the school from being deserted but it's now over. Within the time a lot of changes have taken place. As I passed the scholarship I flew to a famous school which was located in the heart of Kandy . Soon I forget the old memories as soon as I entered there , I was in a hostel with many friends there. Until today I didn't feel much about my school . The teachers who taught might have grown old some might have leaved this world. I felt to go near them and worship them, since because of them I was able to stand in a position like this today. We must never forget the first school who gave you eyesight after your parents who tried with effort in watering and adding manure to the seeds with fertile of knowledge and discipline. Your first school may vary in size but the size is not a thing to be considered , pay gratitude as an old girl or boy. Your second mother will follow you as shadow everyday.