Back from our summer holidays, excited we fight the laziness and manage to attend the first day of school. Only to be disappointed that our the friend is no longer in the same class.
The smell of new text-books, those gleaming freshly sharpened pencils, the absolutely clean pages of the notebooks waiting to have their Chapter 1 written in them. Upset that mummy didnâ€™t buy you a new compass box, while your friends got one from the trip to Singapore/Dubai.
But you never missed an opportunity to show-off the latest ware collected during the vacation. That Sheaffer ink pen your â€œmamajiâ€ gifted you while at naniâ€™s place. Or that Japanese compass-box which had multiple buttons and was made like a Swiss knife with everything fitted into it.
Visit to the Bata store to pick up your pairs of gum-boots or white canvas shoes which you wish didnâ€™t have to be worn during the rains.
First period of the language was spent writing the season favourite – â€œHow I spent my summer vacationâ€. And of course we had to do this in local languages also.
Got upset when you learn that your favourite teacher was no longer around.
Wondered if this year you would get to share the desk with that cute girl you attempted talking to last year â€“ Or be stuck with the class bully.
And then as days passed, the home-work would increase and the excitement was over, you would sleep every night with the prayer that it may pour all night and school would declare a holiday tomorrow.
Did the new year of school excite you? Do you have a child-hood memory from those days? Would love to hear it, leave your thoughts in the comments area.