Ours was first semi english batch of our school... Students from different divisions formed 8th A division..i came from C. The year I transformed, the year I been a brat was in nine'th class... I sometimes bunked school and played video games..i wasn't fast in making friends..lectures heard in creepy silence asked for a break.. In seventh I remember crying in geography class..as I was punished for talking.. Later learning to use rough language n to make a big joke out of it didn't seem funny anymore.. I took out my rage in garden or park beside.. Playing kabbadi, kandafodi..double bar was my favorite..i had seen some guys practice catchy stuff at 6 or seven in morning, while going for a class...also for I learned hanging upside down from knees on it... And the running around in empty water tank in centre of park...
ok..the interesting part was my cycle..most neglected and a sure topic to joke on it's condition.. Normal speed felt fast for breaks couldn't be repaired for third time..but the feeling was strong for the extra force used to overcome non-oiled chain n a dug in tyre...going double sit was purely for the adrenaline rush..
I stop being nostalgic here..things will link n start coming out. good memories forming my treasure come from there...and blog should be a short read with some relevance...so is better. Im happy the day I reminisce abt those days..
PS : when I pass my school the bond has no words to express that feeling..
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