How the time flies

If my hands aren't dirty at all, why should I go and wash them?

We barely get 30 minutes break. Please don't waste my time...

"We would spend every of interval as careful as the broken person spend his wealth with extreme precautions".

Now every year in school along with classes, something or other gets changed...

Be the Sanskrit after 8th grade,the two games period vanishing into one period form the time table after 9th grade.

Number of books were less and the mobile phones were increase in school bags 10std onwards. 

The shameless bubbling up on scoring fewer mark in 9th grade or the death curiousity to study 10 in grade.

The things remained consistent thought out was the teacher taking attendance of class and we try close each others mouth with our hands so that the attendance of  the friend does not count, but teacher was more smarter enough to know which students are are present and absent it was just a formal at attendance taken in the school and happyness at arrival of Lunch break.

Now how much did we actually study is entire tale on its own..

But sitting there in class , planning to Espace out of same class, was not less hard work.

And so because of the same hard work, hungry would creep upon all of us by the second period.

Now in that scenario,if I would be sitting in the last bench,then why would my majestic hungry wait for the Lunch break at all.

But for same reason whenever I would have to sit in front,then after seeing faces of tiffin, Trying to control the hunger inside.

And meanwhile a peer would open their tiffin,with the aroma of pickle and Paratha reaching the corner of entire classroom at that movement, my heart would just broke into pieces.

These stories of school and Lunch

breaks only exist in the word of mouth,

And often they come alive even in the stains on the blue school shirts.

Now be it biriyani,poha or halwa,

We Have even eaten Maggie with Paratha's.

I don't know about politics,but we have celebrated our Lunch break in secularism.

Huge flock of children,alot of tiffins between those flock and just Three rules,

‌First, it doesn't matter if salty potato curry or other food every body will finish of every thing in unison without any drama, so that on returning home mother scolding can be Espace.

‌second,the tiffins with tasty dishes will be passed around to everyone one by one.provided you stay patient.

‌And third atleast try to eating like human being.

All of this, everybody was Full manners in childhood.on one would touch another tiffin without asking for permission.

But as we grow up all our manners were thrown away into ditch.

All that mattered was Knowing that there is a tiffin and you need to eat that and it doesn't matter whom it belongs to.., 

Now no matter how they were , all of Them were my friends.

There were the one who would finish everyone else's tiffin expect their own.

Then there were the ones who needed only a whiff form long distance to tell who had brought what in their tiffin.

The one who would Just get The entire party catering to the school.

The one Who would go around saying

"Bro please finish the tiffin, otherwise nobody would be able to save me form my mom "

All of them. They were what collective made that time of my life so precious.

And if same day i somehow forgot to get my tiffin to school,

They would never let me stay hungry.

I don't Remember the last time sit with everyone with them and ate my lunch this way,

Maybe at that time, I don't realize that was the last time,

And That moving forward, whenever I would look back,

All I would pray to God was to just give one more chance to live that day again.

How no matter how much would grovel, my wouldn't pick me Maggie for my tiffin,

Just like that, time wouldn't let us go back to that moment.

But if you all ever want to fool around the same way again,

Just get something nice made and picked in your tiffin.

If not school,we will set of somewhere else,

Taking our royal feast to make noise sameplace else.

School days❤️