The White Walls

Days of blue and yellow 01

The pale dusky gate of the premises, amidst the intricate grills, those that would frequently over shadow my freedom, where I used to stand with the heavy load that would supersede my strength, my school bag , that I am talking about. Every morning I would watch my father leave with the same old adage ‘ Do not leave the premises ‘ till you are escorted by Anu (Annu Di - as I used to call her) .There was rustling of children all in blue and yellow. Some were short - some tall, some were fair- others brown, few were lean others chubby, many were loquacious and some were tacit. Most of them were known but all of them unknown. I used to stand still and watch the last trace of the white shirt of the loving man – felt like running back to him fill in the gaps between his large fingers with my little ones. The cacophony of the morning bell would disharmonize my daze. I would find myself once again with my baggage bolstered upon my lean shoulders standing in the Morning Prayer singing the school motto (the building of lord) till I would feel exhausted with the AMEN. Our dynamic principal would give us enormous suggestions with greater number of negotiations. The life was simple and straight, till I met the pony tail and my life flowed in trail- near the same daunting iron gate.
She was enthralling – bemused my senses, different from the known unknown faces – she was there irritated by my existence and interference in her fulfilled life with her short-sighted and light hearted chubby soul mate. But there I would stand for her – and the days- as she would bring in all the warmth that would part from me as I parted home and parted my dad. Patience never fails – so never did mine. Her obtuse soul mate ditched her soon and ventured for a better future – left school without giving a prior notification! There she was left to feel her life – and incidentally with me. That was how our life began a decade ago, sharing every word and every moments – my love Sugata! Sugata and Florina thus existed in didymous – contrasting in every way yet unanimous in perceiving life – so was I never left alone among the known – unknowns!