I Wonder

I wonder..

I wonder if school still has some part of me..

In that tiny-tot reciting kindergarten rhyme over and over again, taking care not to forget a single facial expression her mom had taught to her

In that still-an-anxious loner, trying to get acquainted with all the new faces

In getting punished for being the most-talkative of all and disturbing the class at every possible opportunity

In those two neatly-tied, moving back and forth ponytails, adorned with white satin ribbons

In savouring with best-friends, with sheer expertise, those tiffin boxes during strict lecture hours

In that echoing melody of school choir, rehearsing our vocal cords out

In the art-room, sketching and coloring those huge rainbows and butterflies and the sun and the moon for stage backdrops

In those gossip sessions while spectating the overzealous basketball and football matches

In copying hastily, those unfinished sums from maths homework, during lunch break

In those quick happy races, under scorching sun, from bicycle stand to home when school got over

I keep on wondering..

I keep on wondering, if school still has some part of me..