These r d days, my friend !

Truly, despite the sorrows, life goes on. Humans are so very terribly adaptable ! Pain subsides with time for it is truly said, 'Time Is The Greatest Healer Of Wounds !' So too with me. Though not much time has passed by, but reality has sunk in. Keeping myself involved with what I am doing is an effective way of dealing with the pain of seperation. My presence in the school has made this transition even easier. The number of children who interact, is a healing touch to the wounded soul.Each child is unique and distinct in his/her own way. Each one is searching for that little something which makes a difference to the daily rut...something to add a spark to the routine at school. They all want to be noticed. . . . & who doesn't? A little word of appreciation, a pat of the head or the back, a joke here and a joke there (sounds like "Old MacDonald had a Farm . .) It all adds flavour to the school routine. Today was bright and sunny with a slight wind which added a nip to the air, inspite of  the warmth of the day. The 10th-C were to undergo the gruelling Maths pratical exams. The class was assembled in clusters with books in their hands, going through it, in an attempt to cover the maximum they could. Some sitting on the fallen tree opposite the chemistry lab, some walking on the cement basketball courts and some sitting on the stage in the bright morning sunshine. And in groups of four they walked up to the third floor and into Hall  to face their maths teacher, to face the inevitable. However, the first released ran down and gave hints to the as yet uninitiated, about what could possibly be asked. A look of relief flashed across their faces.. and then it seemed so routine. In the meantime, the other classes continued as usual. The XIth class live in a world of their own. On their minds is the `when' of bunking. Some spent time blending with the juniors, bullying them and playing football in the outer field. They seem to become invisible when the princy or the vice-princy pass by. That is something they are reallygood at. I suppose this runs thick in their veins. For this art is inherited from their seniors, and what seniors they must have had ! ( Hear this Mr. Houdini and turn in your grave; for only a Gabrielite could do this better than you ). Hats Off to these kids. Nonetheless, when caught, which they do at some point of time, they appear so innocent that one can do nothing but laugh. . . .

Anyhow, the day wore on. Most of the lectures for the XIth were taken in the grounds, under the warm sun. The best part was that a few teachers have gone for assessment to other schools and a lot of free lectures were to be had. Add to this, some arrangement class was given to the P.T.I. What an ideal combination; condusive  for bunking. The 11th had a field day ! One could see them all over the school premises, though some actually ventured out.

The look on their faces has been beautifully expressed through the accompanying doodle. LOOK ! FEEL ! RELISH ! This contribution from a young doodler from IX-C. The name -  pardon me, I'll post when I come to know ! Happy doodling !