Nostalgia.

As she flipped through the pages , she could feel the same old essence , the same crackling sound of the pages of her school diary . She could feel a pleasent feeling and happiness in her chest. Yes , she could feel it… it was nostalgia.

Memories of her school days flashed back. Those friends, those fun, talking while class wes going on, bunking the maths and history classes with best friends, those free periods when teachers were absent, the silly truth and dare games, eating tiffin in the last benches…

She was missing her teachers. Those incomplete works and the scoldings she got for them. Tears rolled down her cheeks beside the faint smile that has now appeared upon her wet face. Memories – so dangerous – so strange – it made her happy and sad simultaneously! Yes, it was nostalgia.

She was peeping into her golden past through the window of her heart. She missed her friends – the way they helped her in her studies, scolded her when she was wrong, the way they faught upon stupid trifles, the way they teased her when they saw her crush , bet and slapped her for no reasons. They made her smile when she was sad , diverted and made her focus on the present.

Fifteen years! She has spent the best part of her life in her school. Sometimes she became annoyed of some rules, sometimes she didn’t feel to go to school. But now, when she was away, she could feel it – the pain of distance. She missed her tuition classes her tutor and all. It was nostalgia – it made her laugh and cry at the same time. It was nostalgia.

The ones who love us never really leave us. You will always find them in here-💖

J.K Rowling.