Nostalgia :'(

Again! a new school with a set of new teachers and a fresh bunch of classmates. Though I have seemingly befriended all of them, but a part of me still feels reluctant to lay itself bare before them. Because I doubt whether they'll be able to identify with me or will they just turn a blind eye to my state of being . Now that I'm accustomed to such changes in my life, this time, I've tried to be more tactful and soft-spoken in the new surroundings. Perhaps because I've become more fragile that I don't want to invite hatred for me in hearts of others and wreck the two years that I am to study in this school. But I know that sooner or later, I'll forge a strong unbreakable bond with this school. The word "new" will soon lose it's meaning in midst of laughter and rejoice. I hope KVT (present school) has loads of adventure and fun in store for me.:)

Yesterday, I visited my previous school( Army School, R.K Puram) to deliver a token of thanks to all the teachers who had taught me last year. I had studied 8th, 9th and 10th grade in this school. I remember when I had first stepped into that school as a new pupil, I had experienced a wave of anxiety through my nerves and at once, was diffident to accept the school and every object that belonged to it. But this time, it was entirely different. As I tread step by step in its vicinity, I was awestruck. I went to the senior block and talked to my ex classmates and told them that I'll always miss them and will never forget them. Ah it felt as if I was back to my second home again but the respite was short-lived when I realized that I don't belong to this school anymore.I recollected  the days when we (my classmates and me) would yell at the top of our voices forcing the teacher to grant us a free period, when we were made to stand on our benches because we had come late to class after the games period, the fuss we used to create while searching for a pencil box or a geometry box or muttering all the answers aloud before the commencement of a practical exam and other exams, cracking the most hilarious joke or asking the silliest doubt when the most serious topic was being discussed. Recalling these unforgettable memories, I was filled with bittersweet emotions that were tough to overcome. Then I proceeded to meet all the teachers, they were all so delighted to know that I've not forgotten them and have come to express my gratitude towards them. At that moment, I felt an urge to cry and show them how significant they had become in my life. But I held back these emotions as I did not want to bid them farewell with tears of helplessness. With a heavy heart, I retreated home. Throughout the day, I was lost in my own plight with no one to share this feeling of solitude that shrouded me. This school will remain embedded in my heart forever. Of all the teachers, I want to show my reverence to Kamala ma'am, Pushpa Rao ma'am, Shanmugam ma'am and Meenu Sehgal ma'am who enlightened me with the power of knowledge.

Before Joining AS R.K Puram, I used to study in AS Bolarum. the school which had polished my skills. I joined AS Bolarum in third grade, my journey in this school has been magnificent and terrific. This was when I had met my first bestfriend in the city, Priyanka. Just like me, She was also new to the school. We were instantly drawn to each other due to the fact that we were so alike or may be because we both were new to the school and shared the same feeling of uneasiness. Her handwriting is just like mine which was quite astonishing to me as well as others. It was like we both were born with excellent monitoring skills and that we both made an brilliant pair of monitors. We were even called upon the stage and were gifted with an applause from the whole school for being the best monitors. Ah that was one of my best days. In fifth grade, we(Priyanka and me) won our class the tag of the best disciplined-class in the school. At that time, Jyoti ma'am was our class teacher. She's a teacher with ultimate intelligence and wits. She would spend most of her time honing our skills and always pushing us to do better. Our Arts sir, who would always accompany us in each and every drawing competition, boosting us up and when we lose, cheering us up. Ah he was adorable!:) I had no idea when 6th and 7th grade flew off, perhaps we were too occupied with our syllabus or making arrangements for the class party or break-party!;) My heart still yearns for those parties.:(

Alas! I wish I could turn back time. I feel so nostalgic at the reminiscence of those days. But I know that no one can defy time. It will never halt or rewind itself. We are just humans that get swept away with the invisible tide of time.But memories are always there to stay.
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