I WRITE

Recollecting the best moments past month,

I sit, I write, I make memories today

                                                        ~ Himani mahalwal

My entry through the majestic gate, the building that stood tall,the portrait of the old queen,took me back to the Victorian setting. I took a picture, uploaded on social platform and moved myself inside. It felt, exactly where I wanted to be.

I scribbled every weekend and knit with the needlelike pen some of the best fabrics. Fabric of different colours and intertwined stories to tell.

In the midst of the the journey, as I made the first step inside the cube like classroom, eyes followed me. I wore purple Indian attire with dazzling jhumki's and Jaipuri Kolhapuri. A hoarse voice prompted me to turn back. 

" Hey, you look different, join us."

Now I exactly knew that wearing Indian fetches you friends. I came alive that Saturday and had beautiful human bodies to share my tales.

Those days of past, filled me with life, I thought like a child every moment. The protagonist of my stories, the girl who always suffered, suppressed by the social,religious dogmas, was widely accepted. I felt accepted too.

The guy in the Harry Potter glasses, the lively makeup artist, the girl who loved hills and weed, a mother who looked eighteen, a national level shooter, a Bengali to learn from, the south Indian who called me sister and the Sylvia Plath of the class, are personalities printed strong in my heart. The unforgettable hours, laughs that echoed in the corridor have reduced today to "The Blue Parchment."