Last day at my “Second Home”
As I walked
slowly with moist eyes, out of my second home, the world seemed still, no
movements , no noises, I closed my eyes as I wanted to keep each and every
memory of that lace in my heart forever. The place where I spent the most
memorable time of my life, my second home, MY
SCHOOL.
It was
the last day of school, we all were dressed in our blue school uniform, our
eyes were silentbut the heart was crying because it was the last tym we could
see each other, meet each other like thiswear the best dress of my life. Photos
were clicked and contacts exchanged. Me and my group sat at our favourite place
for the last time, he corner of our school playground. Sitting there we
remembered all the beautiful moments which turned memories and nobody remembers
who was the first one to cry out loud.
School
bell ranged and we all wiped each others eyes, hugged each other and started
walking out of the school and sudeenly a strange thought surroundes me,
From
now my whole world will change. It ws the place from where I had to choose my
own way , a new road, where I had to start again, with new people, new
surroundings, new behavior, new ideas, including a new pathwhich I chosed “JOURNALISM”.
Everything
will change except the old “ME”
Written by:
Mani Khanna
Written by:
Mani Khanna
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