I'd been to school today. After four long years. As i parked my bike in the parking lot, i felt high levels of adrenaline. I've spent eleven long years in that school.
I walked towards the adminstrative block. I finished my work at the office, and pondered whether to visit my teachers.
I could feel a smile playing on my face, as i walked into the staff room. My teachers were sitting there. They beckoned me inside. There were quite a few of them. Thankfully they remembered me(how could they forget me?!). New faces dotted the scene. This particular teacher came in, and stood before me. I forget her name(thus Mrs. X). I could have asked the others'. But she didn't budge from the place, and i conveniently dropped the idea. The face looked familiar. I continued talking with my teachers. M was being enquired about. And i was doling out information.
Mrs. X said, 'Aren't you Mouna? I replied, 'Yes. I'm surprised that you remember me well.' 'Of course, how can i forget you?! You used to talk the most in class.' What else could i have given but a sheepish grin. The other teachers who were quiet till then, also supported Mrs. X.