The Final December

You would again sense a feeling of too much intimacy or a kind of inhibition to be away from the present atmosphere,from this post that I exhibit in my writings.Being an extremely emotional and sensitive person,there are feelings that I hate to curb and my nostalgic thoughts happen to be one among them.As I am one of the guys who live in the past,this december has got some specialty in my life,probably because this happens to be the final decemeber of my life in campus;infact I have had the final day of this year at my campus today.You would ask what is so particular about this month or this day as this is a part of life and should be taken as a normal course of the time.But as most of the nostalgic maniacs(I think this is the apt word) would do(Atleast you expect them too),I too take the pain to find a reason why this is such a special time for me.

Being the final month of an eventful year,it does has its significance for me and as all would,I too wanted to have a happy note ending for the final day of this year at my campus.As if it would be worth mentioning,the climate too was completely different otherwise none would have expected rain at this point of time.It was just another gloomy day to start with.It was just gloomy environment too at the campus with not more than two or three students there and here.I almost felt like watching a malayalam movie of 80s where the hero walks through the corridors of an empty campus.("Sarvakalashala" if I am right)As usual I had class with not more than 6 or 7 students(I dont hope to see all my classmates together in these final left out 100 days in the college)And for class being taken,we didnt have any (and we never wanted to have any).As the last few of my days were in the campus,this day too was fast finishing off eventless.I was howling around and irritating my friends(as I always do),but was gloomy within because ,even though I dont want to ,I had started to countdown the final days in my campus.Finally,at the end when I was to leave the college,I just looked back,had a whole look on the college(I dont think I ever did it in the past)and even when I was moving on my friend's bike,the very first day of my college life bangs back to my mind.Memories were pelted on my heart stronger and deeper than the raindrops that were pouring during the journey back to home.But again time never waited for me and I never wanted to go with time and I still live in the past,in the second bench of first year class with four years of dreams and aspirations."ROLL NO 33 . . . . Present ma'am".....................