I first stepped into school in 2001 in senior K.G. I hated going to that school, or any school for that matter. I despised the big open gardens, the cozy classrooms and the beautiful teachers smiling sweetly down at me.

Just like any other kid, my 5-year old brain searched for excuses. Groping for anything in the dark dreams of school corridors.

What came my way was a fairly reasonable excuse-  which I believed would convince my parents to reconsider their actions of sending me to school which was half-an-hour away from home. The previous school had been mere 5-minutes away. I complained of the long distance.

“It is so hot in the afternoon on the scooter. I feel hungry half-way. I get so bored!” I bickered persistently.

But you know how parents are.

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