SOME TIMES YOU WANT IT BACK

I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now ‘tis little joy
To know I’m farther off from Heaven
Than I was a boy(I remember, I remember by Thomas Hood)

Way back in Class II, Ms. Nair never preferred using a stick on us as she loved us a lot. It was she who taught me how to start coloring a box from its border and slowly close-in to its center without breaking the continuity. Then it was that female teacher with boyish haircut in Class III who used to slap me daily for long nails. It was Class V when I earned 8 out of 100 and failed in five subjects out of 10 that year (still somehow they promoted me.)

Class VI and VII marked the era of Ms. D’Souza who nicknamed many of us as chutney babu (please don’t ask me its meaning.) Then it was Class VIII and above when we used to have crushes every year (on our teachers to be specific.) The geography teacher of Class VIII, who was married to some army guy (don’t you think these army people somehow tend to find great girls mostly?) asked me if I wanted to become a doctor after observing my hand writing (but I am a computer engineer now.) This was my second crush. First was Ms. Pamela who was married to the Don of our school Mr. Richard. He used to take us to tours, taught us discipline and was the only one who used to hit me on my butt with a rock solid stick (I just love him.)

And how can I forget the English teacher, of IX and X, Ms. Wilmer. I even took private tuitions with her . And the chemistry teacher of XI and XII Ms. Mitali (and she was single too ) Guys used to wait for times when she would talk to them so that they could dive into her beautiful eyes.

But why the hell am I talking about my childhood memories o, which talks about love, female, and reletionship? I am very well aware that almost everyone loves their childhood and if given one chance then they would love to re-live those beautiful days. But unfortunately those days won’t come back. Similarly your beautiful love life won’t come back once it’s over. It will leave you lonely with some memories, which might even bring tears in your eyes.

So I request you to talk to her, ask her what she wants, what she feels like, listen to her and care for her with increased intensity with every passing day. If your relationship breaks then it will break you, so you better look after it.