Valentine’s Day during school years was fun, with zero possibility of a girlfriend me and my buddies used to eagerly wait for this day just to see the fun that would unravel in front of our eyes. There were always senior boys in class (most of the time failures or repeaters) who would be the friend, philosopher and guide to us. They would weave stories up in the air just to prove that he was the guy which we all should envy on Valentine’s Day.
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“Should we take the bus or should we just take a rickshaw instead?” asked by grandmother. Walk, just walk I kept repeating. The reason being quite simple the more we walked the more time that we had together listening to stories of her childhood and of course Indian version of fairy tales.
It was around 1985 – 1986 and I had just joined St. Lawrence High School in the junior section. Being very sentimental school was not that very attractive for me. Seeing my mother vanish beyond the curve near our house every morning on my school bus ride to school was always a very teary affair. Often tears would roll down my eyes and the boy sitting next to me would console that the school would be over in no time and I would be back home soon. I still remember his name “Piu”, I am sure it was what his parents called him home but he stuck with that. And the best part was that Piu was of my age and in the same class. I have never ever met Piu after leaving that school.
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