You aren’t hurt when you miss somebody…

But you’re hurt like a nail down your throat when you think about somebody you’ve missed.

And this is what’s happening to me right now. Tomorrow, my class 10 results will be announced, along with thousands of others’. But mine is going to be special, because whatever the figures tell, I’m going to school tomorrow. With that result which that school gave me. And I’m going to meet my teachers. The teachers who made me. The teachers who touched me.

But I still don’t understand why it’s only when you are lying on the bed just trying to get some sleep on the eve of the results that you think of the work that you did to have been waiting for those results that are going to be announced in a few hours. Why doesn’t it strike to you at any point of time before that hour that you go to school only once. And why don’t you understand that you have only one set of teachers who taught you what you had to learn. No one else can teach you those basics anymore, because you’ve already learned it and repeating is not learning. No one can be your teacher anymore. Then, why don’t you let yourselves out, and make those souls know what they mean to you. Can anything else be more appropriate on the day of the results.

Yes, I am going to school tomorrow. (And I’m going to love it this time around much more than I’ve ever had)