good old memories
the innocence, the playfulness, the protective atmosphere, the smell of masal vadai and the good old watchman welcomed me yesterday as I stepped inside the giant gates of my school,my dear school.school days were very special and my college life is nowhere near the fun and enjoyment I got in school days.i along with my friend went to school after a gap of one year to wish the teachers on the occasion of teacher’s day[though a day later!].unlike many students I studied in the same school from my kindergarten to twelfth std and hence what I know,how I behave, how I interact and basically everything about me was shaped by the school named after Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru.As I climbed up the stairs I was reminded of the day, I walked or crawled down the very same stairs with my shoe laces tied together in a game of truth or dare.after handing over a card with emotions poured out to the principal, we took a tour across the school corridor refreshing our memory as we passed our class-room. What I liked about my school is that never did they advocate a bookish knowledge kind of educational system.i learnt to face the world brave and bold and the last two years were a decisive phase when I changed from a little introvert girl to a self-confident young lady.i wanted to stay there forever but I knew I have a whole wide world to explore.with these thoughts I waved good-bye to my mentors and left the school but I know I would visit my school again and again.
p.s. one of the non-teaching staff thought I came to school to invite them for my wedding, since I was holding a greeting card. explaining to her that I was only in the second year of my college was another story.