What I've Lost

Dear 2009,

I miss you. I don't know why. I shouldn't, I always called you the worst year of my life. Then why am I missing you now? Maybe because behind your imperfections, your drawbacks, you gave me infinite memories to cherish, infinite lessons to remmeber.

But the sad part, as usual, is that I didn't realise your worth while you were still with me. You were running out of my hands and I didn't try to take a picture of your presence in my mind, so now all that I'm left with is blurry images of your memories.

I miss speeding my scooty on the wet roads during August and September, while going to my Guitar classes.

I miss Anderson Sir, who appreciated my grip on the guitar and my awesome sense of music.

I miss my mates, ones who survived only till 2009. My crime partners, as I put it.

I miss sitting alone in the recess, readin newspaper, sitting with my legs on the chair on my side, so that no one else can come closer to me. Why do I always make a wall around me? This is one thing which is still the same.

I miss Vineet sir's anger, his jokes which he cracked accidentally, leaving us amazed and wondering if he is back to normal.

I miss my Nainital trip, the way I walked all alone on the roads in the pouring rain, with my i-pod plugged in. The way mom scolded me for going for a stroll all alone in an unknown city in the rain, and then the hot Sweet corn soup and Chicken Momos in a nearby restaurant while having a loving talk with mumma. The way I bought gifts for all my friends. The candles. The cotton candy. The lake.

I miss bunking Maths class and sitting for the whole period on the stairs of the top floor of the new building, all alone.

I miss 'not' going to school and 'not' completing homework on time.

I miss my group fights every now and then. Now we hardly interact enoughg to have a fight.

I miss group studying during exams and ending up all screwed and unprepared.

Now things are different. I don't have 'Time' for my guitar classes or Nainital trip. I can't even think of missing my Maths class now.
Yes, being alone is still possible.
I can't change that.

By the way, this 2010 is testing me way too much. I wish my life could just repeat you continuously like a song on a scratched CD.

Miss you.

Yours,
Old Sonakshi.