I still remember the ringing of bell, and we're like in hurry to go for the assembly ground;
The commands of Sir and we we're like making the queue straight;
Late comers were giving excuses
for us like "OKAY MA'AM, we can begin the class"
beside they're like the first period is gone.
Routine of the day gets half complete and we're like where is tiffin?;
Class leaders always warns but we're like who cares;
Maths, Science, Social for meritorious it's good but for others depending on mood;
Competition bring stress but teach to progress;
Screaming, scouting, scolding were the common thing but who has the shame;
Till the end of the day no one leaves the hand and promises we thousands make for the next day.
Merely now, we all chat and catch;
Those cries of the last day were gone and swears made us followed by none;
Everyone is busy, some with tea, some in cracking exam and others with the personal spaces or any other way;
Only some left with the ones of classmates.
I still remember what Science teacher said we're like the infinite rays that converge at a point and then went away.
Childlike love has gone with the coming of adulthood but at last as I said to my best friend:-
Truly, the above based stories we can even be said to our grand child with our eyes mild.
I REALLY MISS YOU ALL.