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NOTHING IS PERMANENT...WHAT REMAINS IS MEMORIES----







At times when you sit idle or go through the photos,  memories run by and so as I was going through the photos of Kumudini Homes School and SOS +2; some memories just went through the memories of times spent all good and bad…………these are the things I miss the most:::::::

IN KUMUDINI HOMES
Ä  My friends, teachers and classes
Ä  Waking up unwillingly at 4 am in the morning, sometimes being shouted at by Gyan sir, washing face and then secrectly again going back to sleep
Ä  Assembly’s cover up doing unwillingly
Ä  Dancing with

Ghaitu in the dressing room “Nachyo bhaire Nachyo” shouting aloud
Ä  The “indescribable” food over the hostel managing to give up the vegetables I don’t like to Bhatte and Petu
Ä  Opening eyes at middle of food-prayers being confused its over or not!!
Ä  Being selected for the Inter-Group Football, being praised
Ä  Organizing the Girls Badminton Competition
Ä  Playing tennis at hostel in groups, waiting when mine chance would come
Ä  Playing cricket
Ä  Being asked to solve mathematics problems
Ä  My teachers giving me nicknames
Ä  Making mistake in send-up maths writing 3+3+1=10

IN SOS:
Ä  Playing antakshri
Ä  Putting nicknames of frens like “chattre”  “gafhadi” ”padhya bhwan” “rashesh” “20 hrs” etc.
Ä  Giving farewell to 11
Ä  Class 12 picnic 
Ä  Bandipur-tour---chatting half way and sleeping half way in bus
Ä  Patting up on friend’s back strongly and saying “K CHA?”
Ä  Mixing various chemicals in chemistry lab
Ä  Crooking up the values in physics practical
Ä  Feeling difficulty in cutting sections in botany
Ä  My friends, teachers and classes



There’s no limit to the feelings. If I go on thinking and writing it may fill an entire copy but these are the things which came in my mind just by and thought to write over here……

Comments

Linda Swift said…
life doesn’t always give us the joys we want.
we don’t always get our hopes and dreams, and we don’t always get our own way.
but don’t give up hope, because you can make a difference one situation and one person at a time.look for the beauty around you—in nature, in others, in yourself—and believe in the love of friends, family, and humankind.Have a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday.

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