Sweet Memories

Sweet Memories

 I stepped into the premises

 My tiny hand clung in my mother’s

 Looking strangely at the huge blocks and lovely gardens

 Looking at the motto “The Truth Shall Make you Free”,

 Which symbolizes the spirit of American missionaries,

 Not knowing what it really means.

I stepped into the play school

Looking anxiously

At the two little girls

Playing a green ball.

I was invited! Oh the happy moments, mutual smiles

Lovely joining not knowing the little ones will be my pals forever.

Not realizing the smooth transformation that was taking place

From my mother’s care into the world of fun and joy.

I then saw a smart tall woman at the piano

Her eyes were gleaming behind her spectacles

She smiled at me and I smiled back

Not knowing I’ll become her admirer.

Sweet days passed

New friends, new lessons, new blossoms!

Happiness and bitterness, crying and laughter

Chatting and cheating, quarrels and jokes

Cherished me and nourished me day by day.

New changes, New faces

A new woman as our principal

Her word never hurts

Her smile stole our hearts.

Years passed swiftly

Meetings and performances

Exams and excursions

Cheers and changes.

The happiness didn’t last long

As an unknown storm attacked in 09.

Bravely faced the challenges

Wisely chased the evils

Spring came back

Filled our hearts with joy.

Sweet memories gently flow

Now I gather and collect the treasure

The victories, the losses

The proud times

The moments of tears

Taught me tolerance

Gave me strength.

Sixteen long years of happiness

Is going to end……….

My school, my love, my almamater,

The pride of the nation

American donation

The  history of women’s education.

The pinnacle of eminence

Again the moment of transformation

But this time from the lap of my almamater back to the society

Parting is difficult

Feelings are strong

But one thing I firmly believe

“The truth shall make me free"

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