Parting Away From School

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Parting Away From The Beloved School

"4 hours to go", we all chanted happily as the large brown clock on the white wall struck 8.30 in the morning. We all were elated as from now on we hadn't to come to this monster called school everyday and no beast-like teacher was going to give us terrible homework. How happy feeling was that! Since last few days we had been enjoying ourselves with our peers as no teacher was there to inspect us. All the teachers were busy making little children practice for the annual gathering of the school. Wow! We began the day with a little timepass. We played, fought, talked, howled, made fun of masses, mimicked the teachers and ate a lot. The elation on our face grew as 12.30 on the clock was nearing. To make a note of it, we were not sorry to leave the school for a few reasons. Firstly, we felt bad not to get any farewell because of our own misdeeds and secondly, school gave us a sick feeling of board exams. Until break all our timepass was smooth. After the break our class teacher entered the class to have the last friendly word with us.

That talk was something which all of us hadn't ever imagined. The teacher paved way to the jovial memories which we all had made together. We all instantly became busy reminiscing the past we all shared in that school building. We suddenly realised that the final last hours in school are not the ones to be happy but to start thinking that never, never and never again shall we be able to gather together in this school as students, enjoy the fullest in breaks, eat other's tiffins, make fun of each other, play games in the computer lab and change tabs when the teacher comes, skip lectures under practices and study hard when the exams are nearing. Really, we didn't even realise that hardly 15 minutes were left in our hands and that our teachers were already in tears. No way. We weren't to be happy anymore to leave the safe compartment called school and our very kind guides called teachers. Tears were unable to stop themselves as they rolled down our frowning faces. Each tear brought a soothing memory of the school and wiping it with our hands meant gathering them all under the 'School Life Folio'.

We greeted our teachers, and thanked them for all their knowledge, care, love, friendship and homeliness they had bestowed on us. We suddenly realised that as we walked farther away from school, stronger still it pulled us back. We posed ourselves as broken parts of a magnet. Each one of us looked back several times just to take a last glimpse of our 'forever to be missed' school.

Now, after so many days of the last day of school I keep on thinking, in what better ways was a farewell going to be than this? Surely, this question remains unanswered. 

Disha
Podar International School, Ambegaon

Comments

Gijitha said…
Just the perfect question which needs a perfect answer😢😢😭😭
March 23, 2020 at 7:04 PM
Dhananjay Joshi said…
Really touching, Disha!
April 18, 2020 at 9:39 PM
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