This is going to be an extremely small post, because what I’m uploading can’t be expressed in words. It’s just picture based. A picture is worth a thousand words. Pictures can be seen and felt.
Day before yesterday was our school farewell. I’ll be passing out of twelfth soon. This school holds a lot of memories with me.
I don’t have many professionally clicked pictures. All the pictures are clicked using my smartphone.
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| This is the stage with which I’ve been able to overcome my stage fright. |
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| She’s the one who helped me overcome my stage fright. |
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| Our School. |
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| Oh! I feel as if I’m a child again. |
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| Posing a bit is not that bad. Ain’t it? |
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| My dearie, Akshit. |
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| The small hall where we used to assemble as little children for prayers. |
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| The school library I’ll be nostalgic about. |
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| Teachers. |
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| My friends Harsh and Akshit. Harsh is the person whom I’ve lectured, taunted and insulted the most; sometimes in love while sometimes in fun. But this thick skinned personality tolerated me with patience and grace. Akshit cooperated with me throughout the 11th and 12th. He is a nice person to talk with. Both have their own jokes. I guess they’re the only two of school I joke with. |
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| Paras is the second most decent and polite student of the class. First being me. But he helped me a lot in academics which I really appreciate. |
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| Shiv Jindal, one more of my friends. We always talk crap, starting from us yelling each other about hairstyles yada yada yada. |
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| The sweetest teacher of the school. |
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| Our school librarian ma’am. She motivated me to read more books by telling me about names of more titles. |
perfect.
I love my school days.
School memories will be cherished forever..
True.😍
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