poetry – Kashvi Kathuria

Not a lot of people talk about the transitions of life,
the ones where you grow up, learn how to survive and thrive;

I remember the uniforms, the summer daze, and the haste to play games;

I remember the stress, the anxiety, the boredom, the distress of being small in the totality of adulthood;

I remember the cement ground and the dirt I fell in, the slide I played on, and the field I ran to play tag in;

I remember the many classrooms, the laughter, the shenanigans, the solidarity of hard work;

I remember the best friends and the friends you shared stories with at 3 am;

I remember climbing on desks and in shelves and writing on whiteboards;

I remember the cafeteria conversations and underrated free times between classes;

I remember the quiet, playful, and desperate days in labs;

I remember joy and grief but also love;

I remember each and every person with each distinct quality, by each fond memory;

Nostalgia, what a funny feeling.

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