An awakened nostalgic memory!

As I woke up one hot morning to drop my brother off to the bus stand, I had no idea it was to be an emotional moment for me. Though for many days, I had adjusted to my daily routine; devoid of school, that day was different. I was desperately missing my school days; wishing I could travel back in time and be there, it seemed that phase of life was more secure, more comfortable and more enjoyable; more enticing! Earlier, I had never even realised I did miss school to the extent I was desperate to see any sign of school which would probably cheer me up. And then the school bus rolled in. Wait, is it going really faster? 

To rewind the scene to some minutes back, I was standing at the Bus Stand dedicated for my school bus (Nothing special really, just the front part of a lane where everyone gathered to make a bus stop). I was nostalgic, yep, I was. Seeing everyone well dressed in the school uniform, which I once considered boring, was too painful a memory to behold.

I wonder what the reason was for me being too nostalgic.  Or was I being possessive? Sadly, I can't comprehend why I felt like that.

 Then, my the school bus arrived.  I felt like hopping on to it and going back to school. But then realisation struck me. I couldn’t attend school anymore, but I could see other enjoying school and that was a pleasant thing to see. The school bus, instead of making me more nostalgic, made me feel happier!

I remember Keats’s poem ~ a thing of beauty is a joy forever. True, the school bus (tattered and roughed up) was a thing of beauty, warding away my nostalgic mood, making me feel happy.