Those were the golden days.Nine long years at Chandannagar.
The school,the houses,the majestic strand,those trees,the girls'
schools along the strand(we used to sit all day long across the
road).I remember everything.
Sometimes when you grow up, you reach a spell when
everything goes wrong,everyone changes around
you,you become too edgy to trust a person.These
periods are not really greeted yet I think it really gives you a
chance to be nostalgic.
Once an sms read "Memories play a confusing role.
They make you laugh when you remember the days
you cried together but they make you cry when you remember
the days you laughed together".They really do.At least for me.
white shirt with red tie and navy blue pants.....sir Das , neogi sir er dinguli aj hoito jhapsa kuashai dhaka porte boseche.....tobuo mone porle bhaloi lage....nostalgia r charm ta sobsomoi likhe bojhano jai na.....
ReplyDeletelove u kaustav. we all miss the days a lot. whenever I see these pics taken at the time we had the golden periods of our lives, when we reigned the strands, we peeked at the short skirts, those words "naughty chap" ruled the school building and the anxious wait for the bell to ring (U remember the bell??), I go back to reminiscent the era, those bygone days we enjoyed to the fullest. Our hearts were full yet spirits so light. We all love the Alma Matter, Sri Aurobindo Vidya Mandir, Chandannagar.
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