Somewhere it rains,
here the mind takes an umbrella.
Small memories still linger in the heart.

A bundle of books in one hand,
a box of food in the other,
four friends surrounded by blissful wit
and happiness.

The PET teacher whistles,
the music plays in the school prayer,
the bell rings after the classes,
a thousand such sounds in my
school bodhi tree.

When got a punished with wooden stick
on...