My dear Kid..
I still remember the 1st day you came to me. You had little shy on your face, some fear in your eyes and lot of questions... in your mind. Oh yea..i understood you from the tamil medium and your dressing sense all where new for the class. Thus made you confuse also in your mind??!!!
Hmm ..my kid....later on i have noticed you slowly getting familiar with your mates and there were some changes in your style. Yes..you are started to migrating into modern. One day you found your close friend in the class and from there your journey starts with me.
I cannot forget you ever since you are my only kid always rooming around keep better relationship with your tutors. Also you were the favor one for someone which always must kept as secret. The secret i never reveals to anyone my kid.
One day you made up your love with Yuvanjali and you start celebrate the days with me. In the deep silence also, i do listen you both whispers. After the class hours you both filled me with the fragrance of your loves. I was there to listen your laugh at love, weeping at silence when you had conflict with your love.
The very hard day i felt is your farewell day. I remember....my kid ..your tears on me. You were lay on me with full of sorrows and rewinding your past days like a quick movie. How much happiness, how much things to remember. The last day you was with me with Yuvanjali. You both including myself wish to pause the time machine. But it will never stop.
Generations have gone by through me...I see
lots of kids come in...and grow up...become professionals...and leave the
place...And as every generation goes by...i look at them with prayers...and hope
that they'll come back to see me some day...
I hope...after years you would come to me...sit on my lap again...with a well
bride girl sitting next to you...and she lean over your shoulders and look at me...and after a while the little girl with her pony tailed hair bored of
playing with the desks ...would suddenly pop up a question to
you.."Dad...where we?? Why we sitting here dad..???" and you would tell
her"Honey...This is where Dad did his college" and you would soon search for some evidence to show to her. May be you could not find your name on the desk....for you dont want her to ask you more questions...and you wana enjoy the
air around me in silence...
And the girl next to you...looks into your
eyes with understanding...and tells you"Sweetheart...its getting late..we still
have many places to visit today" and with a little tear in your eyes....you
would smile at her...and get up..and help your little gal get down from the bench....as you see the girl moving fast
towards the luxury car...trying to keep your pace with her you would
hurry...dragging your little girl...and you would forget to take one more look
at me...
But i would watch you go...with prayers and
hopes....that maybe ...just maybe...someday after so many years you would again
come to me...and hand over your little girl to me for the next four years of her
life....
And i wait here..till you would come back
one day.....
With Love and Prayers...
Your class Room
