Last year it was raining when I remembered about you. This year too it was raining when I thought about you. I think it is only a coincidence.  Dear September 1 whatever year, hope these words find you in magic.   I am, am here. It has been brought to my notice that I miss you. Time is a great construct you have created. In fact, you would laugh at this, but calendar only did that thing – what is that you call – yea reminded- calendar reminded me today. I just wanted to write to you and assure that I did not even for a bit run away from that feeling and quickly addressed the hippogriff in the room. Well, I don’t think you can take care of the missing part because it is not you that caused it. Hope things are as good there as I have imagined them to be.   Dear school, you go to September 1 today and its really something! While traveling to my favourite place yesterday, I overheard conversations of how students still miss school and miss more of the friendships t...