I remember.

I remember lying on my mother's lap, ranting about my day.

I remember rushing to the door as soon as I heard my father's footsteps.

I remember picking a fight with my sibling and clearing the coast as soon as we heard our mother's, "What's going on?"

I remember celebrating all the festivities together with family and those mouth-watering dishes.

I remember my grandparents' big warm hug that radiates homely feeling.

I remember rushing to my class in fear and anticipation, hoping the teacher hadn't come yet.

I remember the whispers, chuckles, laughter, gossips, those emotions, the crowded canteens, busy corridors, eventful evenings, noisy playground, sweaty students; those warm classrooms.

I remember the lengthy lectures and the exhausted sighs.

I remember living without a lot of worry in the moment.

I remember with a sense of acute nostalgia.

I remember.

All too well.