As she flipped through the pages , she could feel the same old essence , the same crackling sound of the pages of her school diary . She could feel a pleasent feeling and happiness in her chest. Yes , she could feel it… it was nostalgia.

Memories of her school days flashed back. Those friends, those fun, talking while class wes going on, bunking the maths and history classes with best friends, those free periods when teachers were absent, the silly truth and dare games, eating tiffin in the last benches…

She was missing her teachers. Those incomplete works and the scoldings she got for them. Tears rolled down her cheeks beside the faint smile that has now appeared upon her wet face. Memories – so dangerous – so strange – it made her happy and sad simultaneously! Yes, it was nostalgia.

She was peeping into her golden past…

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