“We’ll step out of KHS,

With our heads held high,

With a smile on our face,

But a tear in our eye”

Eight years just flew as time passed and now I am counting the last few days left for my school life. It is often said that “World resists change, yet it is the only thing that brings progress” And surely I was no exception. I clearly remember the year when I had a great change that came my way back in 3rd std when I was shifted to this new school from a Marathi medium school. I experienced a major shift in my over all surroundings, but the teachers and my new friends were kind enough to extend their support. I got well acquainted to this new place very soon. It occupied a major part of my life. As during these days my world only revolved around the school and the teachers and the most important of all my dear friends!

When i came in the secondary section i was suddenly shifted from being the eldest to being the youngest. While I was in lower standards (than 10th) I always looked upon the students from 10th std. I wondered on their farewell day, how lucky they were, not to have school anymore and do not have to get up early anymore and enjoy the fascinating ‘college life’. But as it is rightly said that “The grass is always green on the other side” Now I feel so sad to leave my beloved school.

Life in school was so much secure, and teachers took good care of me like their own child, and never let me down. Like teachers, friends surely were most important part of my school life. We enjoyed through our thick ‘n’ thin and played pranks at each other and also troubled our teachers!

But now I feel sad to know that this soon would be gone and I would have to enter the never ending cycle of college, career, job…..

My school years were like butterflies, they flew from my hands leaving behind beautiful colors of immortal memories…