On the 1st of April 2004, I had my first day of Lower Kindergarten at school. The morning was bright and sunny, with the early onset of summer. As my mom held my right hand, we made our way to school, but I couldn't help feeling nervous and uncertain about what awaited me there.
Little did I Know that What and How school is ? What will happen there ?
Endless questions raced through my mind as we walked for 30 minutes to reach the school. When we finally arrived, my heart was pounding, and I clung tightly to my mom's hand, afraid to let go. Desperately wanting to go back home and not attend school, I did what every child does when he is scared ..... CRY , Yep I cried as LOUDDD !!!! as I could.
It's hard to believe that I ended up spending 14 years at the same school, which is something I never would have expected. Unlike my sisters, who had the chance to transfer to different schools in North, East, and South India, I was unable to do so due to bad luck or other circumstances. I just got stuck there.
Although it's been a year since I graduated from that school, I was recently going through my old class photos to make a big album to hang on my wall. However, I realized that there was a missing piece in the puzzle: the class photos from 11th and 12th grade. I have no idea why those pictures weren't handed over to us during PTI, but it's frustrating to be missing such an important memory.
I am willing to go to any lengths to get my hands on that missing class photo. If anyone has it, please share it with me. I would greatly appreciate it.
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