Memories brought by a pine tree

I was sitting on the floor, ready to listen to a talk when something caught my attention. There was a small window right in front of me through which I could see a few branches of a pine tree through it. It took me back to my school days when I used to look through my class’s window at the pine trees that stood on both sides of my favorite pathway. The environment at my school is just spectacular. Situated in the valley of Ketty, amidst many huge trees, wrapped with a misty glow is my school.

The pine trees in front of the hostel cottages, long roads with the canopies and flowers that beautified the hostel garden have many stories to tell. They had remained my companion for a long five years. Never did they complain or hesitate to put up with my insanity. They have heard all my stories and have seen me both dance in joy and sink in miseries. It was never a bed of roses. But it did give me a handful of memories to cherish for a lifetime.