The first day of my school.
The last day of my school.
In the cruel world we live in, school teaches us the best of everything.
It teaches us goodnesss, respect, humbleness and most importantly friendship.
It teaches us who true friends are.
We make the truest and the best of friends in school life.
School teaches us how to respect teachers. What respect is.
It imbibes in us the quality of faith, the judgement of right and wrong.
It gives us an exposure by keeping us in a cocoon.
You don’t realise your school is getting over unless you start recalling the smallest incidents in your life related to school.
From crying on the first day to hugging your friends on your birthday.
From sitting beside a new friend in your class to the same friend turning into your bestfriend.
From completion of projects to presentations.
From the Teacher’s Day dance to the independence day singing.
From making the best of friends to making the worst of friends.
From learning who’s true and who’s not.
From learning who’ll be there forever and who wont.
From your teacher saying “Bless you dear” to saying “Keep in touch after school’s over.”
Everything comes as a flashback when school’s about to get over.
It’s a place that grows us.
Without which we’re mere survivors of the treacherous world.
It’s a place to worshipped. More than god maybe.
A place that has made us what we are.
Teacher’s who have loved and cared for us like their own children.
It’s a blessing to enter into a school on the first day.
And a nightmare to leave school on the last day.
I can’t imagine my life without my school, my friends, my teachers.
They are the best set of people and ones whom you can call ‘yours’.
What a nightlamp is to darkness, school is to our lives.
I wish school never gets over.
I wish I had a lifetime.
Life is after all Beautiful.