ITS THAT TIME OF THE YEAR
IT IS THAT TIME OF THE YEAR As the sun set over the harbour, the lights of the city came on, one by one. It was the close of a significant phase of my life, as today was my last day at school. As my friends and I hugged, greeted, and embraced each other at the farewell party, the mood was bittersweet. It was a time to be sad because I would soon part ways with some of my friends and teachers who had been with me over twelve years, right from the time I was a toddler and now an adolescent, experiencing puberty. It was also an exciting moment because the unknown future, with its infinite possibilities, beckoned. We signed our names on the back of each other’s shirts, which we would preserve as a memento of our time together. Soon, it was time to leave, but not before we promised to stay in touch forever. As I returned home that evening, I once again looked back on my twelve years at my school, Bishop Cotton, Shimla. Today, as I leave school, it is on a happy note, with many ...