Every time I step out to the market, my school comes into view. There’s something special about school memories — how they stay so close in place, yet feel so distant in time. No matter how many years pass, they return without warning. The morning bell, the old books, the laughter echoing through the corridors — it all comes back in a moment.
Sometimes my eyes wander to my old classroom. Through the windows, I see students bent over their notebooks, listening, and dreaming — just as I once did. At times, I pause near the corner, watching new students walk through the same gate I once entered, wearing the same uniform, carrying the same quiet hopes and dreams.
Classrooms Beyond Chalk and Boards
Classrooms were more than desks and blackboards. They were the places where we got bored, got excited, got curious, and sometimes just got through the day laughing.
Some teachers became lifelong inspirations, not because they followed the syllabus perfectly, but because they believed in us when we doubted ourselves. Others taught us lessons unintentionally—about patience, discipline, or resilience. Long after formulas fade, these lessons remain.