The Orange Evening...

They say its never too late to come back home immediately after you miss your homeland.
But now life seems so different. Where i was, and where i am. I think the land below my feets has changed, but it couldnt change the person within me.I remember my old days.where seasons seemed to be never changing.The cosy home, the blankets, the early morning shouts of mom for school, getting up late and then running to school without combing hair, with mom one side with the milk glass and dad on another side with the bag and books.
Now life seems new, people are more mature than they should be, kids seem cleverer than parents.They are mature more than their age.
And where i was, and where i am.I think the land below my feets has moved, but couldnt change the person within me. I still remember those unchanged seasons of my life, where friends were like first drop of rain on the red soil, spreading the fragrance everywhere with their soothing effects, teachers like the harsh sun storkes which made us sweat but made us struggle to win, dad like the cold piercing winter where mom like the first morning of the spring.
It was life, it was just called my life.
Well we never knew about mobile phone then, never even knew what style and status symbols are. All we knew was to guess what each of us has got in our tiffins and die to eat one another's.We never knew new trends and powerfull bikes, but all we knew was how late we can reach home and how slowly we can walk on roads to be that little extra time with one another.We never knew pizzas and hams, but all we knew was pani puri and vada pav.We never knew hi visualised games, but pranks to keep lizards and cockroaches on teachers table and registers.. :)
And now it is so similar to see everyone walking faster here, everyone so busy with their aims and goals here, days has past by, just as if i just had turned the page of my notebook sitting on that last wooden bench of my old, cosy classroom corner, Days may be still the same i guess..oh!let me run back again , i think i have been walking too fast, i still feel the old classroom, the old house, the atmosphere, those laughter...should i just turn back and see them? they must be there somewhere waiting for me to come back and then we can start again..Start again from that walk of that evening, which turned orange, after the cold rain.and feel the laughter and warmth once again, feel the air while running from the college slopes competing with the birds returning to their nests...Should i just turn back and assure for that evening?