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  • I clutched for life, my mothers coat sleeve holding on to the warmth, the security, the bond, the cord; my struggle was in vain. I felt myself slowly pulled away.
    Someone , larger than life , someone I could not see, someone I felt was terrifying, pulled me back, the grey white and red checkered arm was gone; my mother's silent strangely painful but determined gaze was no longer visible; swept away by a figure clad in a thick folded cloth, drifted along the blended figure's movements which were firm brisk and balanced I realized that suddenly all was quiet and peaceful;

    I found myself in a long room where rows of beds with white sheets white nets, were placed in a line. They looked private and personal and independent too. The floor shining and polished another folded and draped figure in white covered from head to foot appeared in the distance. I held onto the folds, my tears were dry, my soul accepted the place. I sat on a stool. A large black piano loomed still larger black and white keys laid out in rows, then there was music in the air, the keys moved as fingers gracefully touched them

    ’O May I go a wandering along the mountain track?"
    I don’t remember for how long I sat on the stool, quietly and still.
    Listening to the music, I had surrendered I did not know then, to the will of the Almighty.
    It was my first day at school. Class was Kinder Garten, K.G. it is called and I am sure many do not even know what these alphabets stand for.I too understood years later when I became a Teacher myself.
    School became unforgettable. A place I never wanted to leave. My St Annes Presentation Convent School and my gracious Teachers made me skillful and developed my interests into what people say as ‘talent’ I will always remember and remain Grateful to The Almighty for giving me a loving and conducive environment of learning.
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