My school days decades ago
pass through my mind
as a slideshow.
The girls in pleated skirts
the hair done in plaits,
adorned with jasmines,
tied close in a knit pattern,
walked to school
with a pile of books
and notebooks.
The strain of carrying them
never once reflectsin our face.
We enjoy schooling
as much as we love to be at home.
Learn the basics with no fear,
improvise and improve
on our own.
Nostalgic. Hard to forgetthe old days.
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