I was sitting in the second row as our class teacher called roll numbers for attendance. With each roll number called, I would turn around to see the face, which is supposed to be familiar as I meet them every day, but surprisingly brought a smile to my face as if I am meeting them after a long time. My best friend was sitting beside me too, just like any perfect day. Everyone talked to each other without our teacher stopping us, and the classroom seemed like a warm and cordial place to socialize. As time passed, not realizing the exact reason, I didn't want the period to get over. I didn't want that space to be disturbed. There was an urge in me to stop the time then and there. The sound of my alarm clock woke me up. Suddenly everything started to make sense. My "turning around" to see the faces, my "urge to stop time" everything seemed to be coherent. I was dreaming about my school days after five years of graduation. That's when I realized that I ha...