Red lines

In this long pandemic, far is actually near and near is really far. When positive became a negative word, it finally happened. After long 20 years my old school friends decided to meet.

There is something very different when you meet friends who were there with you, when you were not really a child or an adult either. The relationships are engrained deeper because of a developing brain. The talk was very natural, it didn’t feel odd at all, it was as if the time just found its way back. The same old laughs, same old thoughts, back to a world when we were not engrained in the deep mesh of responsibilities and induced confusion.

I was trying to recollect the good times, trying hard to bring those everything I could. I wish I had more.

May be I didn’t had to run behind marks in some of those days. It really doesn’t matter how much random numbers you pileup. It is just numbers which people have created a mesh of hype and some just fall for it. I still remember sacrificing some good moments for those random numbers.

I still remember me reading again and again my final biology exam paper. I was so much prepared for no reason that I remember decorating my answer paper with red lines.

Now when I look back, all I remember are those red lines. I don’t remember or want to remember what I wrote between those red lines.

Those lines don’t make me smile, I rather prefer to remember the limitless laughs with my friends.

I wish I had someone to tell me this those days. I wish I never drew those Red lines.

May be we are still living between those imaginary Red lines.