Dear Ashmita on 13.11.92,
It was the last school day.Twenty five years from then on, those iron gates, the wooden benches,the mirror room; every nook & corner had edged a memory in my heart. Life was taking a new turn, my teen age heart knew none of its ways. Tears rolled down my eyes when Sr. Romana was leaving to serve a new institution, I learned the chapter of pain then.
Ashmita, it's been twenty five long years and my life has seen a lot of ifs and buts.I need to be stronger and bolder but let not the virtues of "purity and love" set apart my innocent soul.
I still remember our morning prayers, the recess bell, those preparation for occasions and functions, those proud moments over little achievements and all those innumerable memories, crystal clear in the ocean of my mind. Life's a serenade, Ashmita. It is up to you to choose the proper notes and tunes.
I still remember the first day, I had cried as I left Ma's saree to spend few hours amidst those green and yellow pillars and from then on twelve years later when just a few hours were remaining, tears did roll down my eyes again. Of grief, of loud laughters, of shaky footsteps to the firm ones, of experiences, of cherished memories,I find the soul connect to her- my Alma Mater.
Today twenty five years later I stand in the threshold of life, where struggles and problems are daily stories.I resort to the thoughts of prayerful assemblies and all those motivational words our headmistress and teachers have bestowed our minds with. Believe me, it gives me imense strength.It is my asset of lifetime.It was the most precious days of my life.It is the most powerful values,I cherish forever that has made today's me.
Your's lovingly,
Ashmita on 27.12.2018
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