The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Interestingly, the phrase “school memories” brings back an overwhelming number of passing moments like a flash of lightning. As I look back, I laugh at our non coherent hate for school life and our continuously dreams of finally “growing up”. But today, nearly a year after school has ended; I came to realize that adults were actually right. We never fully appreciated what we had during our school life and unfortunately it’s too late now. To this day, when I sit by the window sill with a cup of coffee in my hand, gazing at into the horizon, I just have one thought in my mind.
” I would do literally anything to have just one more day of school again. A blunt gala of six hours where me and my friends, in our school uniform, listening to the teacher while laughing at her at the same time, fighting for the last bits of “pao bhaji” that we bought from the canteen at Rs.2 per head”
Ah, the bliss! Who says heaven doesn’t exist? I had the privilege of spending 10 years there and if I could, I would live it all over again. Modifying my favourite line from Khaled Hosseni’s The Kite Runner, “For SCHOOL, a thousand times over”