The walk of Solitude

 During my high school years, I used to travel by transport bus. After getting down from the junction, I walk along with my friends. But during the last three months of my school life, I mostly walked alone because my friends used to go to the tuition class straight from the school. Crossing the road, I look at both sides of the road and also at the convent institution where my education started when I was two and a half years old. Looking at the heavenly park and the place, I could regain my nostalgic memories. The road looks like it is climbing down the hill and again climbing up the hill. Reaching the main junction, where there is a chayakada (teashop), I shower a little smile on the people I know. On my way home, at least there will be five people who speak with me. After crossing my aunt's house, there is a big area where there  was a huge rock. There is information from the elders that if we stand on top of that rock, they could be able to watch the sea. At that particular place, I lose myself in different kinds of thinking. There are days I dream of being a MCCian. I used to think every day that one day I would remember all these things. Yeah, that was true. I remembered them, showering them with my emotions and words.