I have suddenly remembered that I spent my first night at the boarding school in somebody else’s bed, with that somebody in the said bed too. No wonder things happen in hostels.
I have also thought of this bright and lovely Sunday morning when I dressed my beautiful self in: black denims, a very rich deep pink polo neck and a black denim half jacket. Merci!
a) I was very young.
b) I like/ liked bright colours.
Off course, food figures greatly on any reminiscence of the boarding days and I happily recollect this Sunday morning spent in the kitchen gardens, looking for radishes and then happily devouring those with a nice sprinkle of salt. And, late night breaks with noodles half cooked in hot water from the geyser. And, rich plums from some garden the guys had broken into. And, potatoes roasted in the fire place behind the junior boy’s dormitory.
And music, I was introduced to Enigma among other things. We had this thing called Music Time or M time, where the seniors grouped together and played scores of songs on Saturday evenings but then it was discontinued. Happy couples sneaked their way out to better suited and private environs of the lovers lane or there about.
Bonfires I love and this love took its shape in those cold wintry hills. For picnics and outings and festivals and fun was celebrated among the lights and warmth of a glowing fire.
Treasure hunts, trips, treks, long knee length sweaters, French braids, changing get up to sneak in a second share of the evening tea, bunking classes by admitting self to the sick bay an hour before lunch, bunking yoga classes by faking month long periods, bets, puppy proposals, mixing some weird set of chemicals in the lab and then running to the sick bay covered in fake blood, some freak who left a tomato in my desk, inter school quiz I topped with a last minute question, morning jogs, some weird dance numbers and this shy guy with a compliment: you look the prettiest, trek to N’s farm where I kept slipping on the leaves and falling on my butt, cyclones, most beautiful sunsets, rumours about ghost sightings, parcels from parents, slogan writing competitions, art classes, stupid boys, stupider girls, life then.
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@ vikram karve: thanks
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Nicely written
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