I miss my school days. College days. BIM days. Vetti days. I want summer holidays again. I envy my cousins who happily sleep till 10-11. I can’t even think of any tours now. I remember how quickly I used to flip the pages of my school calendar to know the excursion date. How I was jumping to see ‘Vayalar’ station written in Malayalam, for it was the first time I crossed the borders of TN.
Unlike the kids of today, we didn’t go for any summer camps. Our Kamma veedu (Grandmother’s house) was so much fun, and the whole day was spent playing choppu samaan (miniature crockery), hide and seek, lock and key, mooku killi, and any wierd game that would come to our minds (like eii naama ippo oru kaattukulla irukom, angae oru bayangaramana boodham iruku, naama ipo gudhiraila porom, tottaing tottaing). I have a feeling we were happier than these Pogo watching-play station ‘playing’-ipod listening kids of today.
Whatever it is, I miss those days. It is a sad, boring feeling that I don’t have anything called Summer holidays again in my life, like how it used to be during school-college times. I miss that thrill of waiting for the annual exams to end and those two months were amazingly refreshing. It is boring to wait for an approval even if you want to take a day off for yourself. What to do, life has to move on, I think I need to land with a big thud to realise that we are ‘growing’ up (okay, older ;)).