Who's nostalgic here?

Remember the smell of new books? Of new plastic covering on the Annual Diary? The green book you get every year at the beginning of the academic year? The whole tamasha of covering the books with brown coloured paper, of sticking those name stickers. Also those old books, which I used to get from the one year senior neighbour, which will be bound and used for all those subjects where the syllabus has not changed?

The school was all good, with new subjects and new stories. But the fun doesn't last that long. Once you get used to the stories you loose interest. You don't feel like reading them again and again.

One of these days I just fumbled over some new plastic cover and the smell of my old diary cover was all over me. The fun, the excitement, the tension of a new academic year.

Blah, fuck the nostalgia, its not worth it.