FROM THE PAGES OF MY SCRAPBOOK…….
In a neglected, dusty corner of my mind
an old scrapbook lies among the cobwebs,
its pages partially devoured by the termites of time
and the endearing notes now barely legible,
as I try to read the lines with brimming eyes
to reminisce who I once was.
Rewinding the kaleidoscope of memories
I smile at that timid, plain looking girl,
dressed in an ill fitting school uniform
of white blouse and pleated blue skirt,
her unruly hair harshly made to tow the line
by being tightly bound with blue ribbons.
Vaguely, i remember the crowded classrooms
where everything revolved around periodic bell chimes,
the eavesdropping walls which absorbed all girly gossips
and ink stained desks scarred with budding artistry,
where each day began with a prayer of gratitude
and ended with squeals of joy and excitement.
How I savoured the fresh smell of new text books
and kept candy wrappers betwixt notebook pages,
listened in awe as the rain pounded on school roof
and watched sunbeams slide in through big windows,
believed the playground swings would one day take me to the skies
and peacock feathers would multiply if kept from light.
Blissful, were those evergreen school days
when I could view everything in vibrant hues,
when love and innocence reigned as mind’s sole rulers
and friendships were made to last for a lifetime,
as I realize somewhere along those long corridors
I have left a piece of my heart forever.
© Anjana Vipin E