Getting on the road of my old school teases me with lot of memories!
The white birds of our memories still flies among the crowds brimming up for morning assembly!
The silken dress wored by everyone seems flowing turbulently!
The cupboard in the left was like a chamber of secrets which used to get empty at the end of the year!
The wooden chair and table in the center was a demon's place!
The rough voices of our teacher are the sweet everlasting, be still!
The preoid of recess where an eagerness encircling our mind to peep what other have bought!
The glimmering of girls around!
The queue near the bathroom!
The patrolling for stoking up the beautiful chicks!
The murmuring of gossips filling the silent atmosphere!
The hideouts for solving fights and quarrel leaves a wiggle on our face!
The only enemy between we and our wackiness was the school bell!
And back to our jail!!
The wait for one single last bell used to ride our mind to a level of curiosity!
The dusty deeds of the day ends!
The mind dangling one little line
"THE HEAVY DAYS ARE OVER"!
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