School is just another lovely thought. Thanks to Div's blog, I have those funny memories ringing around the corners of my mind. This December, I'm definitely going to pay a visit to King Koti. It's only four years, but feels like ages since I last had one of those sweet times. I was there with Shiva once, I don't really remember how long it has been. When I was out there on the ground, preparatory school kids were working their feet around in joy. I remember a boy who was crying because his shoelace went loose. He kind of pouted, and that was CUTE. I went to him, tied his lace, and it was like the poor thing was not yet out of the "shock", he still possessed that little frown on his face, but I was glad I relieved him atleast that much. I could guess it from the way he rambled later. School, school, school.
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