Sentiments!!

For different people it invokes different memories. For me it revolves around the moments in my life that I'll label as the glorious period in my Life. Glorious not because I was highly successful in that period, but i realized that aspect of life that provided multiple functionality to my heart besides just pumping blood.

It was sometime in my early childhood when i realized the importance of my heart. I was studying in St.Josephs Academy and my class KG(A) was strategically situated just facing the outside gate and a big playing field on the other side. I never use to cry going to school like other friends of mine , but I always had that "pull you down" feeling when I use to enter the gate. My father will leave me there, never even a minute late (which I hated). From then on I'll be in a world in which I always had difficulty in relating to my other lovely world that was home. My favourite pass time was to have a peek out of the window to the gate of the school from where my father use to come everyday to pick me up, never ever even a minute late(which I loved more than anything.)

This day was sports day in our school. We were suppose to go piggy back on each other in one of the races. My friend and me were one of the lucky few who finished the race successfully that too in third place. That gave me a invaluable prize, some plastic cubes u make some buildings with , but I savoured it so much that I never ever even opened its cover. That was the only sports prize I won till date!!! Coming back to the story. So I finished the race , got the prize and was waiting for my father to come and pick me up after giving me a big hug. I sat waiting for him on a makeshit bench. All my friends gradually started disappearing one by one. My heart was doing pole vaulting somewhere in the middle of my chest. I still didn't cry though I felt like that people have transported me to Pluto all alone. I didn't want to spend even a second in that god forbidden place. Time was passing very slowly. There was katrina inside me waiting to break free.

My father finally arrived and god knows , I cried that day...And i cried a lot. I was saving all my tears for him to come. He took me, after all I guess he was only an hour late. But that time I realized how relative time works.

Anyway I realized that heart is something that makes you realize its presence at such times when you least need it. Other interactions with my heart will follow. Stay tuned.