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 I dreamed with you. Yes, your dream became mine. I carried it with the same fire that once lived in your eyes. When you were tired, I worked twice as hard for us. When the world mocked your madness, I stood tall beside you, defying their laughter with silent faith. When doors closed and lights dimmed, I was the one holding the candle, whispering, “We’ll make it.” I believed in you when no one else did. I was your echo when you had no voice, your spine when you couldn’t stand straight. And yet  you questioned me. You bruised me not with fists, but with words that cut deeper than silence. You mocked my loyalty, made me a punchline in your story. You let people laugh at me, knowing I was the one who built the stage you now stand on. When victory finally knocked, I thought we’d open the door together. But you handed the key to someone else. You forgot the sleepless nights, the unpaid hours, the tears I hid just to keep your dream alive. You forgot me. And that’s when I learned lo...
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A letter to school

 Dear school,

I never valued you till I left you I never valued the things you have given me – friendship, education, my somewhat today's personality and lessons that’ll come handy in life.I remember you welcomed my small steps through the big gate. I was crying as the teacher took me away. That eyes who were like me looking at me some one is just like us. And that smile too just like us. The big playground that I saw later that day, well, let’s say the big space made me stop crying.

I wonder do you still remember the footprints of every child who walks into your sacred land? or do you forget them after we leave?

You have seen the best of me in those days no compitition , no burdens , expectations and full of innocence may be full of life similarly you’ve witnessed the worst of me – when I bunked a class and got caught by the teacher . you’ve prepared me to love, to be a better friend. you’ve seen my cry in the bathroom and you’ve seen me stand up to the bullies. you’ve witnessed me cheating and you’ve seen me fail.


I ran in your grounds, and I ran every day in that space, for 15 years, and somewhere in between, I grew up. on the last day of school, I turned around one last time to see you – and my life came back to me – it was like my dying moment.


I may have entered the school with a water bottle hanging around my shoulder and one hand guiding me into the classroom, but I left with four friends, favourite teachers, and a thousand stories that i’ll recall always. I entered crying, and I left it crying. But both moments were different sometimes whenever I see you, the classroom the place where I used to seat I always wish I could go back into that time , in those moments again. You know many time we friends think to gather again but no one has time now . Thanks to technology and mobile's we speak to each other in month sometimes two months also because everyone is busy 😃

Because of you, I met some idiots who taught me to enjoy life , they are like lifeline they still work as Horlicks and boost of my life . Despite being in another city. now, I know, parent-teacher meetings and annual exams were much easier than dealing with 6 semesters, countless assignments and placements.

Thank you for everything. I miss you.

from your one of

an old little student.

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