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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=565058" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My first day in school</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">More than half a century ago, <br>the Monsoon showers had just brought relief from the sweltering summer, <br>just when I was dreaming of playing soccer whole day outdoors, <br>My Dad decided that I have to attend an elementary school.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was dragged a mile by my older brother to my new school, <br>It would be my favorite Durga Temple converted into a school, <br>My dreams of a class with benches and chairs just vanished, <br>As we were sitting on the floor in open partitioned classrooms of the school.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought I would get a nice colorful uniform to wear to school, <br>but it looked like that the dress code was a futuristic dream, <br>At least every class had a black board bigger than my slate, <br>the teacher had a duster whereas I had to wipe the chalk with my hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fear of some burly kids and nostalgia of home made me sad and homesick, <br>I could not stop crying and asking my teacher to let me go home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I still remember the teacher with big black cane, <br>every time I cried to go home, I got a whack on my palm with his cane, <br>I could not stop crying, he would not stop whacking, <br>till I was sent in a distant corner for breaking the class rule.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kneeling down in the corner, I dreamt of Mom and home, <br>I found comfort in the memories of joyous Durga Puja days, <br>I wished the Goddess would come alive, <br>and pierce the hands of the teacher with her big spear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Finally the Tiffin time heralded the temporary recess, <br>the teacher came down and helped me open my Tiffin can, <br>He asked me to eat while he wrote something on my slate, <br>He hoped that it would keep me interested in his school.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After I finished my food, he handed my slate, <br>He had drawn a picture of a big smiling cat with whiskers and big tail, <br>He asked me to draw the cat on the other side of the slate, <br>I was so happy drawing the circles and lines whole afternoon, <br>I forgot I had a rough first day in school.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jay+P+Narain">Jay P Narain</a><div class=q>
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the Monsoon showers had just brought relief from the sweltering summer, 
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My Dad decided that I have to attend an elementary school.

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