When I was a kid, my mom always told me to cherish the moment because “time passes too quick”, and like any other 8-year-old, I didn’t believe her. I don’t think I even actually believed her until a few days ago.
While I was writing the last exam of my school, it suddenly hit me that I would never be sitting in those familiar benches again, dreading about having an exam the next day. I’d never sit in that classroom again, talking on the last bench while the English teacher bored us to death about some metaphor or simile. I’d never see that English teacher again. I’d never see the hallway we walked through so to get away from that English teacher. And I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I was tired then and so I went to meet my friends. I went and sat with them and enjoyed it for whatever time I had left with them. We ate, and we laughed, and we talked. That was enough, really. That was all I had wished for when I was a kid. To have my friends, to talk to them, and just laugh. I finally understood my mom’s words. I’m sure she would be proud. I’m sure she would have remembered her school days. And one day, I will be that mom waiting for her daughter to come home after meeting her friends.
This was written by our contributing writer, Harshal Verma.
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