I woke up at 7 am, not so usual because normally I wake up after 12 noon in fact to be awake at early morning hours I kept myself up till 5.30 but ultimately I had to sleep for mere 180 minutes. It was the first day of school for this session for my eight years old cousin.
We, which includes my mommy, my cousin and me hurried on my bike because we didn’t want to get late for school the very first day. As we neared the school one could feel the school’s existence at least 500 mtrs before the giant school gate. All the worried and concerned parents had blocked the road with their two and four wheelers. I was amazed at the parliamentary noisy chaos in front of an all girls primary school.
Since bike parking was impossible mommy had to escort my cousin all by herself, leaving me to observe the million shades and emotions in the crowd. I was sitting on my bike looking at the parents carrying their girl’s baggage, some their girls along with the baggage and some just waving good byes with smile. Some parents had curious expressions, some had assuring and some had none to display.
Most of the girls were flaunting their recent school shopping which included new uniform, bag, water bottle, lunch boxes etc. some of the girls who were in their old uniforms and also were carrying most of the old stuff but whether old or new all girls that I saw had an excitement in their eyes. They had a remarkable zeal which gets difficult to spot in the grown up eyes.
All this took me back to my school days, I felt like I was midway in this journey neither I am a kid nor a parent but somehow I could relate to both the sides!
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