Nostalgia

I miss the evening rains,

the joy that erupts as the 3 PM Bell rings.

I miss those days when I used to travel by trains.

I feel nostalgic, as if it's something hard to believe.

I miss those days when we return home soaking wet,

The happy classes and the fun we have after.

The happy shouts that we hear as the rain hits the ground

is something to happily feel nostalgic for.

I miss those funny moments,

when the teacher tries to hush the class,

as soon as she says,

'Who's going to read the next paragraph?'

I feel so sad,

that it makes me cry while writing this,

but this too shall pass,

for nothing in here is permanent.

-Sindhu sree