Controlling the laughter in a serious situation was always challenging for us then...
but i don't think we laughed the same way again
scribbling on the corners of desk , eating between the class hours ,singing like nobody heard us
Best part was the tiffin box... varieties of tastes in just 45 min..after all where do we get such joy
waiting for the recess hour and gossiping around..
scoldings then is just a flash from the past
now
longed to get out of that restricted zone but feels to just go back for atleast one last time..
sweetest memories were on the last pages of notebooks- Bingo's ,weird signatures chit-chats and what not.
"This is the worst class ever" - always remained constant & we were secretly proud of it.
school was not always about studies...it was always about that inner circle - the second family.
we dont remember days,we remember moments.
maybe those were the days we really loved the souls rather than the faces.
like somebody said - we never knew we were making memories we were just having fun❤️
~SR🧡
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