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The End Of An Era

Aane waali subha jaane hogi kitni suhani.
Challenge aise ke saari duniya hogi apni deewani.
Hum..... Rahien ya na rahien yaad aayenge ye pal.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved going to school. She was not someone who made many friends and but the ones she chose were gems and are still her best friends. She was loved by all her teachers who took great care to make sure she was comfortable. She loved her books, her school bag and everything about her school. She had a best friend and they both were practically inseparable. But you know, nothing's permanent, so was the togetherness. Her best friend moved to England and that was when she realised life is not a bed of roses.

With the passage of time, our little girl became a teenager. She started to learn a lot of new things about the world and herself. She still had a very small but great bunch of friends. She loved talking and was often punished for the same in class. Her teachers were nothing less than her friends. Whatever problem she had, she always communicated it to her teachers. The school was like her own territory. Nothing and no one could mess around with her there. She was a strong person but a bit ill tempered and often her peers had to keep up with her moods because they all knew she was just a stupid panda with a lovely heart.

By the time she finished her class 10 exams, she was confused about how she felt. She was obviously happy but also upset because this meant that she would now have to leave her beloved school. She was afraid as she would be leaving all her years old friends, her ultra caring teachers and not to forget every corner and every building of her school where she could go around even with her eyes closed. But as they say, you have to move on because you are not a tree. She started her class 11 in a new school which was honestly nothing close to her liking. It sure took her enough time to settle down and make new friends but then those she found were as crazy as she was. There were several ups and downs in these 2 years - her arguments with some teachers, a broken ankle and what not. But of course "All's well that ends well."

And now my friends its her turn to ride the roller coaster of life. It's that turning point where she is preparing herself to come out from the protective shield and face the insanely unpredictable world. Hope you all will stand by her and anybody else like her all through her journey.

Teri wo raftaar ho, roke se bhi tu na ruke.
Haasil kar aisa shikhar, parvat ki bhi nazarien uthien.
Aashayien khilien dil ki..............

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  1. Best of luck for that little girl...who already know flying...

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  2. Very nicely written dear๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š

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  3. All my best wishes are with that brave girl.I am confident that she is strong enough to fight this world.

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  4. Good work dear and somewhere you have written about my life and many others will also relate to this story. ...Keep it up

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