"For Whom the Bell Tolls"

is not me anymore. As school more or less finished September signs not the beginning of a new semester but of a new era. Call it the era of work, maturity, or the era of the self-made, a significant period closes upon leaving school.

Photo: I'm a high school lover by neprelucrat

Crossword(s)

It took only one word in my daily crossword to embed a song into my mind. The following days were spent with singing this every single moment. At breakfeast, at noon, during an intimate talk and while watching the news. Then I woke up one day and the song was gone. I tried to croon it but it was just not the same.
There are some things in our lives which we want to be the same forever.
If these things happen to change buy a crossword!

Photo: Old crosswords by TaBuTTaRoVaSaTa

Isn't it ironic?

And there stood I under the scorching sun of June and asked her: "What the hell drove you to become a person you are now?"
Years have passed and her answer echoed in me quite a few times though I never gave any significance to it.
And then one night under the spicy sky of late July someone asked me: "What the hell drove you to become a teacher?"
I don't know - I answered.

Photo: Beautiful Irony by Proseuche