For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils."
-William Wordsworth
When unnecessary stress and troublesome notions are not lining our thoughts, we are often reminded of our nostalgic memories.
When you close your eyes, you may see the shore, the waves pulsating rhythmically along the golden sand, the sea breeze hitting your face or you may see the mountains covered with white soft snow, striking against the blue sky of approaching spring.
When I try to think of something calm and nice, I find myself picturing sunflowers. Tall and golden, swaying with the morning wind, the first rays of sun shining on them. But I believe that it is not the sight of sunflowers that bring me pleasure. It is the place where I used to see them. Just outsidemy college building.
I used to go early to the college. And sometimes I went for a walk in the large ground at the back. From under the shade of faraway trees, I would see the brick red building of my college with its grey dome and white interior peaking from the large windows. The yellow of the sunflowers was the most different color in the entire panorama. Those flowers are actually the background of all of my chocolate-box recollections.
All the good memories associated with my alma matter than run through my mind, as if there is a train, slowly gathering speed and makinh its way leaving nothing but a trail of smoke and the sound of its symbolic horn which could be heard from hundred metres away.
All the time we read essays about how our college days are the golden era of our life and how our life is so much fun and worry less when we are in college. Well I won't lie, it wasn't worry less but it was fun. And it is true that it is highly unlikely that we will ever get that kind of fun ever again.
Bone fires, Parties, Fun Fairs, Sports events, even sitting in the winter sun eating samosa from the cantene with our friends is a cherished memory. Those trips and tours with friends and those assembly shenanigans. Not a single chance we are going yo experience things like that again.
The reminiscence of college days seem to be a heart aching scenario for many, but I find myself the happiest when I recall those delightful memories.
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