𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐔𝐬
This morning, as I was returning from the stadium, I saw something that instantly took me back in time - a sight so familiar and nostalgic that it felt like I had just stepped into a moment from my childhood. An auto-rickshaw, with tiffin bags hanging from its side mirrors, reminded me of those carefree school days when everything felt so much simpler. I could almost hear the honks of the auto-rickshaw from my childhood, a sound that would echo through the streets, signaling the start of another school day. That was the cue for me to make my final dash; grabbing my tiffin bag and books, making sure my shoes were tied just in time to run out the door. The excitement was always there, even as I half-raced, half-stumbled towards the waiting auto, eager to meet my friends and start the day. I could see myself now, running down the stairs with my tiffin bag clutched tightly in one hand and my school bag stacked haphazardly in the other. My mom, as usual, would be right behind me, maki...