These last few minutes are just so slow and painful; I swear my watch was fighting to move ahead. If I live to be a thousand years, this torment I will relive each day. There was enough activity and energy around to supersede the restlessness but I held in mind very clearly what my destination was. Nothing on the planet could’ve been sufficiently distracting.
Every tone and pitch seemed to sway violently in the room, every sound around seemed magnified and tyrannical but that perfectly preceded the moment when the familiar yet intense rumbling shut everything else out.
A gush of life ran through both my head and the door. I stayed back a couple of seconds to let the feeling sink in. It all happened in a matter of moments. Maestros in straitjackets and violins vaporized around and the sweetest homecoming melody filled me in. It gave me a thrill and then almost ceremoniously I came out of that space which had for the previous six hours congregated a bunch of us.
Now that I was going back home and would be free of shackles, I couldn’t be more excited. At the moment surrounded by the wonderful redness of the building walls I knew it wouldn’t be problematic to discern if I’d finally left the premises for with every step I took those bricks kept moving further behind.
If this feels I like I had been alone all this while then clearly I’ve been giving a wrong impression for I was accompanied by a few other beings dressed just as I was-only the wave of joy which was making me delirious could be unique to me. If there was another who shared the happiness they didn’t show it. Neither was I hooting about it. It was a private delight known to me and although not evident I reckon this feeling was common to most of us, just too exorbitant to be talked about openly. It was undoubtedly the most preferred time of the day or to project it more truthfully it was similar to embracing independence after mighty thousand years of subjugation or let it be even more joyous.
I don’t pretend to not know that an encyclopedia can never substitute a four walled institution of learning. Nor do I neglect the fact that what we are is what our schools make us but the ecstasy of the conclusive hour of a day at school is unmatched, by far.
