Traveling more than 2000 kms by road in two consecutive weekends gives one a lot of thinking time. So there I was gazing absentmindedly at the landscape rushing by when out of the million things that cross my mind every minute a thought suddenly caught my fancy.I was thinking of the times when I've travelled back to one of the many places I have grown up in. And I realized, when reminiscing, even the most mundane task, or the one that I may have hated brings a fond memory.
So when I cross the school hallway where we stood in punishment, I grin and point it out as if it was a glorious achievement. Its hard to contain the excitement of locating that cycle repair shop where I dragged my bike to fix the punctured tyre under the scorching sun. I may have hated waiting for the bus at the bus stop but now driving past it, I smile. No matter how boring I may have regarded the lectures to be, I want to be back in the same classroom.
So no matter what I think of the place I am in at the moment, or of the things happening around me.... someday in the future, I'll look back and a smile will cross my lips......
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