Over the weekend, i went to my school...not that i made a special visit, i invariably pass through my school, when i get out of home...its been a decade that i stepped inside the compound of the place where my foundation was lid.

Each day holds its special place in my heart, from the first day, where i walked in as the frightened little girl to day i left the school as the confident teenager, they are brightly etched spots of memory.

Every activity at school would be on the lines of a world war, the hard work which would go in, even at a small competition had that "I need to win" Spirit...which was healthy few times and very unhealthy most of the times.

Competitions are school were both health and unhealthy, best friends would turn hard core rivals just for a simple competition like the lemon and spoon race or say the essay competition. they were wars declared when such events were happening...after the results were announced a perpetual gloom if u don't win, or a saintly glow when u win....the air of supremacy would last for quite sometime....

Well now we smile at the stupid behaviour of ours...but they were the lovely days...well spent.