What this corridor has to speak out…….

Corridors are story tellers. They tell the stories of chivalry, treachery, cowardice, romance, love, sex and helplessness. They hear the footsteps of people. Sometimes gentle and proud some other times dragging or soft yet other times those resemble the horse walking. They hear the people speak in secret, flirt, speak in vain and the slogans that came from thousands throats.

But what does this corridor say about me if it could speak?

It witnessed my voice resonated in the first class room for the first time years before. It would tell the way I would go to the class room. Sometimes confident and sometimes sad. Only this corridor might know how happy I was when I am inside the class room. Witnessed my short conversation with my friend when we met on the way to classes. It would tell the changes in my style when I noticed my image on the glass pane in front of me. This corridor might have wondered when I threw the books and calculator of a girl out of the window when I saw her reading a novel rather than listening to class. And must be taken aback when the girl threw her badge of school leader in to the face of school head when she was told not to criticize the decision of the school wearing the badge…

Once one of the boys explained me his wretched situation and cried a lot in front of me. I wiped out his tears and consoled him. The same boy came with an A grade in three subjects and I was so happy to see his face. This corridor might have tasted the salty tears of happiness that time. When I chased out all remaining goodness from my heart the corridor whispered in my ears the inevitable destruction of the systems.