school

It's a strange sort of longing.. a very weird kind of longing i experience when i think about school.
I often have visions and dreams about it.. yes, till now.
Its' the place i long to go back to.. an immense longing to go back to the place i once used to be in.
The familiar faces, classmates, teachers.. i think about them often.
I'd never actually known how much i would miss it until now. Now that i've passed out, it dawned on me how much i miss it and crave for it.
I'm rarely in touch with any of my school friends.. we ended up falling apart.

The kind of longing the desert experiences without rain.. but then again, i have to curb it.
I know i can't go back. I won't get to see my teachers, or for that matter my classmates again, i won't be breaking the rules with Moushami, i won't get to play basketball in P.T. period again, I won't get to listen to Maam Soni's lectures again, i won't get to annoy the teachers or stand in the assembly and have fun, getting punished like i used to.

But the memories shall always remain in my heart.

Someday, i wish to go back. I'm not sure "how".. but i want to. And i wish to meet all the teachers again.. all the teachers who ever taught me.. and be proud of me.

Winter etude

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making love

Undress. Surrender. Because tonight all our hidden desires are going to be fulfilled.
Make love. Surrender to me completely.
Every bit in us will be one.
We've wanted this for so long. You and me. We are one.
Tonight, lets' just shed all inhibitions.