Twelve Good Years As A Davian
Greetings everyone! Long time no see :) Confining my words to this, I would like to share the twelve years of my life. Have a look ... *Twelve Good Years As A DAVIAN* In class 1 ,we were tiny little tots 30 in number, planted in pretty pots Undoubtedly our school bloomed us into beautiful angelic flowers , We do miss the time when we had plenty of playing hours. The class recitations and annual functions of class 2 were always memorable for everyone, I remember, after hearing the bell for dispersal and reciting the shaanti paath the way we used to run. Then comes the room next to the principal's office, 3rd Daisy The most noisy class, energetic, cheerful , jovial and a bit casey. Now, those tiny little tots grew up amd reached class four, We had our class on the ground floor. A bit mischievous and more obedient we grew, Eager to switch from pencils to pens, we learnt certain life values. Getting a pride pin was the honoured part of every year, I miss the independence d...