School of Nostalgia
A white wooden door softly opens In the hallways of my mind Whispers of childhood laughter Echoing down its corridors as it unwinds To memories of our blackstoned school Where we broke every known rule One too many of those classroom things Ignoring the call of the school bell rings Where Algebra added up to a happy sum Of mischief joys to fill an album Like carving stories on the bench With a Geometry compass and the stench Of wet socks from a day of constant rain Having waded through flooded Bandra lanes Biology meant hearing Mr. Choubey's woes On the science of 'Yecks' & 'Why' cells While we drew happy faces on microbes Turning our textbooks to Doodle Hell Chemistry under the eyes of Mr Singh Took us to a journey through the Lab of Terror As Singh sang the music of Compounds While we gagged in the mists of burning Sulphur French was our only happy distraction Listening to Miss Fleur's accent, an attraction, When Parlez Vous Francais and conjugation Made...