I first got introduced to his group of friends on the very first day at MIS which was almost 7 years ago. As I got lost from the reception which leads to staircases then to big classes, students were studying quietly, I was late for my first class. with little fright and awkwardness. I somehow managed to find 5'B'. it was in late July summer morning where the typical pungent smell of Bagmati thrilled me, which I was missing the most, back in Germany. I looked around the class, joint desks, well-dressed students around 40 of them, big loaded bag with water bottle and every necessary items, yes, I got the old schooldays flashback at GBBS before I left Nepal. A sweet lady, who happened to be my class teacher stood in front of the class to welcome me. Facing towards the class I introduced myself, the way I learnt in a free and open-minded environment. After my awkward intro, Chanda ma'am mentioned about some hooligans group who don't know manners and moral ethics. But according to me they were with whom I had to spend the best phase of life creating memories once in a lifetime.
It was none other than Pusparaj and group, a group of friends who used to walk together, eat together, play together, having fun together, do every possible together inside the class and school premises. It was a fruitful half-year experience of 5th grade which I passed with flying colors getting English teacher's scolding for hotchpotch writing, learning exciting Hindi language, solving the mighty mathematics numerical. I made some really good girl-friends. My journey at MIS did not start with acting in studies but also exploring and making new friends. By some time, I already got to know Pushpraj and few of his friends like Dawa, Samir, Reewaj, Dipu and Nirdesh.
We were in same school bus, we used to talk in the bus about school, his hostel life, friends and school. I used to finish talking about some of memorable moments in Germany until my bus-stop used to come where he used to narrate me about how much he missed his family. He was a really good student back then, a competitive one. He was an all-rounder and still is. He is passionate about football and is a really good player. He was really artistic and still is who even won prizes and certificates, but now is facing challenges in A-Levels taking Art & Design as a full credit. Yes, how can I forget one of his work piece which he gifted me in 8th grade, a fine spray-painting. We have created unforgettable school memories, inside the classroom, in the play-ground, during school events, and in the bus while returning back home.
He is with whom I grew up in school in school level as well as in college and still continue to create memories, learn from each other, discuss about subject matters, work together for college events and most importantly be there for each other from past 7 years, growing up together in same educational environment, observing and learning the difference within yourself and each other.
I still look back into those care-free school days where we were bounded to follow rules and regulations but also behaved mischievously, which became something to cherish about. It is not only the heavy-loaded school bags, vast curriculum, doing assignments late night and preparing for exams just a day before, but it is also the people; friends, who made a complete and worth-remembering school life.
It was none other than Pusparaj and group, a group of friends who used to walk together, eat together, play together, having fun together, do every possible together inside the class and school premises. It was a fruitful half-year experience of 5th grade which I passed with flying colors getting English teacher's scolding for hotchpotch writing, learning exciting Hindi language, solving the mighty mathematics numerical. I made some really good girl-friends. My journey at MIS did not start with acting in studies but also exploring and making new friends. By some time, I already got to know Pushpraj and few of his friends like Dawa, Samir, Reewaj, Dipu and Nirdesh.
We were in same school bus, we used to talk in the bus about school, his hostel life, friends and school. I used to finish talking about some of memorable moments in Germany until my bus-stop used to come where he used to narrate me about how much he missed his family. He was a really good student back then, a competitive one. He was an all-rounder and still is. He is passionate about football and is a really good player. He was really artistic and still is who even won prizes and certificates, but now is facing challenges in A-Levels taking Art & Design as a full credit. Yes, how can I forget one of his work piece which he gifted me in 8th grade, a fine spray-painting. We have created unforgettable school memories, inside the classroom, in the play-ground, during school events, and in the bus while returning back home.
He is with whom I grew up in school in school level as well as in college and still continue to create memories, learn from each other, discuss about subject matters, work together for college events and most importantly be there for each other from past 7 years, growing up together in same educational environment, observing and learning the difference within yourself and each other.
I still look back into those care-free school days where we were bounded to follow rules and regulations but also behaved mischievously, which became something to cherish about. It is not only the heavy-loaded school bags, vast curriculum, doing assignments late night and preparing for exams just a day before, but it is also the people; friends, who made a complete and worth-remembering school life.
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