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...And the blurred image was getting prominent. The place was familiar, very familiar...It seemed that I have spent twelve valuable years of my life there - running, shouting, laughing, learning all over there. But my old school was not all that same. The warmth was missing, and the noise too. The floors were super clean where they should not be. Maybe there was an construction project. There was signs of construction everywhere. They were turning it to multiplex. I wondered how can they do such things on government's property? No doubt, time has been changed. The place was totally deserted. The ancient building in the middle of the school was demolished completely. The warm afternoon winds bore my sighs. I found myself at the landings, besides the statue of the 'Arnold of the East'. The very familiar concrit stairs was in front of me. I can't remember how many times we walked down by this stair. Its railing was our favorite sliding place. Touching that railing, a thunderbolt passed through my veins. I arrived on the first floor. A old fragrance I smelt. And at the right side, I stopped before class IX-A. The door was open. And the classroom was still the same...that same green wooden doors, windows of the broken glasses, the pale blue wall decorated with various types of hand-writings, Wooden four-sitter benches - someone's first lover's name engraved on them. It was my class and one of the favorites one among the all twelve classrooms. Now it belong to the new generation. But they do not make fun like us because they are too mechanical. I closed the door and saw behind. Class IX-B. The home of the most brats. They were really fun when around. Those two classes were exactly the opposite of the other. Where we used to lift our heads from the books lazily and crack intellectual jokes, they made some serious pranks. Every news from that class were refreshner for us on those super busy days. Teachers gradually ignored that class. The door was closed and sealed. I put my hands on the locks and suddenly hundreds thousands of old pictures started to float in my mind. Funniest lunch breaks of the world, the jolliest punishment of a whole group (when one was punished, the rest of the groups used to beg to be detentioned, so that all can chat outside of those boring class), the scariest pranks on the teachers and the dirtiest nicknames to call the friends. Those scenes were blowing me out in the past. There was a large window at the common corridor of two classes. From that we could see an area of Gypsies outside of our school ground. But they were not there anymore. I opened the door as the lock was rusted and loosely fitted. Whoa! There was no class. the portion was destroyed. I was standing at the edge. I could fall on my face from the first floor. Only a rusted iron stairs was there to go down. And I really wanting to see some familiar faces. Suddenly I saw two of my classmates coming upwards by that stairs. They were not my good friends but just classmates. But I was really delighted to see them. They invited me to a gathering party beneath this building. I went with them, It was like a bunker. I did not see many familiar faces. Nor even my friends. The number of those unknown faces were much there. But I was eagered to have fun. But I could not. Something was missing. I got bored and just angrily left the room and in hurry, I lost the way in narrow corridor full of machines. Faces have been changed in these past years. And a fallen leaf failed to be united again in its brunch and lost its way on the dusty roads. I became horrified in that corridor and going up and down, I suddenly felt that I am having breathing problems. I could not breath a little. I tried to breath from my mouth but can't. So immediately my body sent a notice to my brain to awake the nerves and I woke up at once. It was a dream. But this just made that whole day gloomy. I realized how far we went from our past. Are we running from it? But why? Why those faces are becoming unknown? Why we can't cherish those every moment, that every warm afternoon of delight, that every day when we made the most precious friends of our lives? Why we are becoming like those robots and running from our existence?
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