Nostalgia

I am in the bed usually pretty early to make it to office by decent timings. However, a small incident that happened today. Life is pretty damn strange. Today, i chanced upon someone, and it has opened the long locked doors of nostalgia. And, it smells pretty fresh. Like the early morning dew. I remember biking through the foggy winter mornings to reach ganga reddy sir's tuition. Next to the biggest school in Adilabad. I can hear voices, no one else can now. I just want these words to be written down here as a reminder of a few precious innocent things, which i thought were lost long ago. Thank you, God :)