Just One Photo

Just now, while scrolling, I suddenly remembered a classmate of mine — a topper. I was checking out her Instagram profile.

If you’ve read my Phase 1 blog, you’d already know that I didn’t really have any friends during my school life.

Right now, I actually have the Instagram handles of almost all my old classmates — but I haven’t followed any of them.

Why? Because I’m not even sure if they remember me. If they did, maybe they would’ve followed me first.

Anyway, continuing the story — there was this one topper girl in my class whom I had a small crush on back then.

Today, I randomly felt like checking her Instagram again, so I did. While going through her following list,

I came across a school group page. It had lots of childhood photos posted.

I thought, “Maybe I’ll find myself in one of them.”

But I looked through all of them — and didn’t find a single photo of me.

Not even in the background.

It kind of hit me hard — like I really did miss out on the golden days of my life.

It made me feel sad. I just wanted one photo of me from those days… just one.

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- Yasin Khan