It was 4th standard. I got admission in an MCD school. The school was kind of exotic. Glass windows with broken glasses, tin sheds with tarpaulin coating, mats (dariya) to sit, one chair and one table for the teacher, big playing ground with 2 feet high grass and weeds, don’t ask me about the toilet there. Everything was there, though in whatever condition but it was a place where I learned.
The school was about 2 km away from my home. I had to walk to the school because cycle wasn’t popular that time. And maybe we couldn’t afford one. As it was the year 2003, there weren’t multistorey buildings. Just few houses at distances.
It was summer time, well summers are mostly longer in north India and that too with scorching heat. And I have like one small plastic water bottle to my rescue whenever I felt dizzy. Well, I was weak and I used to faint in morning assembly twice in a month, not really proud of that though.
So, its the story of me going back to home from school with sunshine at its zenith.