Loss of Memories...

We went to my old school yesterday. I was actually looking inside the place after a long time because there would be usually badminton players around but yesterday there were none. But there was not much remaining to be seen anyway. Except for the old stage that was also my balawadi and 1st 'A', my 6th and 7th standards, all other rooms are gone, concrete ground slowly inching towards the remaining. Even what is left looked like a carpenter's workshop only and I was trying hard to go back to the bustling days where I spent nine years of my life, the longest for me in any institution away from home. Each of those filled with memories, some fresh like yesterday and some only awakened when someone reminds me. Looking around those sorry rooms, it was as if I had lost the pegs to hang my memories on....

I have to visit two houses tomorrow. One on a happy occasion - to see a newborn - and the other, very difficult for me - to call on Baby Auntie. May be I'll visit Baby Auntie day after tomorrow....what will I say?