They were all chattering at the same time but all I could hear was the sound of the wind ready to take me out of this room back to the room where I was surrounded by my classmates and we were all bragging about our summer vacations plan. It took me back to them new paper registers with a weird smell we would buy at the very start of our vacations with motivation of completing all the work in a week. That blissful wind flew me back to the days of buying 12 colours set of goldfish colours and different coloured erasers. The days when everyday after noon used to be the time to plan ultimate escape from house to meet the friends on the street. The days when load shedding would make everyone gather outside on the streets with their special chairs. The days of Now, Dream, Spacer, Twisto and jelly beans. The days of SimSim, Karakiyan, Jungle pops and Uncle pops. The days when a sudden dust storm would be followed by us trying to make our plastic bags fly in the air. The days when everything was a mystery but nothing was history.
It's sadden me how we all grew up to be the ones who left our dreams behind us. We grew up to be the ones who live in the history. Maybe because as we grow up we all leave a piece of us in every year but somehow when our generation grew up, us the 90's kids, we left our whole existence behind. All our joys, the moments we would cherish the ideas we would enjoy they are all history now.
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