Lunch boxes, all shapes, sizes and colours. The smell of maa ke hath ka khana that would reach the teacher's nostrils before the food would reach my mouth.
The excitements rain brought. The darkening of the sky, jumping between puddles in the school compound, walking to school in ankle length water. Eternal bliss.
The way we waited for Reproduction chapter to be taught in class 8 and 10 despite having read the whole chapter line by line five times already ( the plant part excluded). Giggles and sheepish grins that were visible in every corner of the class when somebody asked a doubt.
Official bunking in the name of annual day, teacher's day etc. and the rehearsals for months just did not matter. We were always under prepared on the day of the performance.
The opportunity of wearing casuals on special occasions would involve 36 hours of decision making. (Am I overdressed? Or maybe under dressed?)
The punishment given to a large number of students just did not mean punishment, it meant fun! Standing outside the class and explaining the reason to every teacher/student that passed by. ( Is teacher ka to daily ka hai)
The school picnics in which the teachers would act crazier than the students. The candid conversations, truth and dare games and then returning to the same old teacher-student relationship the very next day.
The fact that school ends on a few months gives me jitters. It is a mixed feeling which cannot be put into words. The one quote that keeps me going is "Tomorrow always comes, and today is never yesterday".