A good school is the best gift that parents can give to their children.
My parents also gave me this gift and I was admitted in Holy Cross High School in early 1980s. I don’t remember the exact year but I remember all the fun. I attended KG to grade 10th in this school and it really laid down the foundation of my life—to a great extent. I was a nondescript student almost all the school life, until I reached grade 8th where I attempted all the mischief I could. Last three years were full of mischief and become a pest to teachers and co-students. Once, I even was instrumental in bursting fire-crackers in the ladies’ toilet.
Recently, thanks to technology, I had a deep urge to connect with all co-students and I created a small WhatsApp group with 3-4 common friends. We had been connected before but not much but this gave a boost to our relation and ignited our hunger to reconnect to more friends of the same batch. Just then magic happened, an old school acquaintance was visiting India and I had an opportunity to meet her along with an old friend. She was the person whom I had irritated a lot. This was the time to reconcile and ask for forgiveness. We met and a new relation was born—friendship, that was never there but this 22 years had done the magic. What happened next took my breath away!
I added another common friend and he was another magician. He knew so many of the old friends and added many-many batch-mates. And then, they added more and the group is now a huge group connecting after two decades. The excitement is high and people are exchanging thousands of messages per day.
I am so happy that my humble effort metamorphosed into a huge family love of old memories and compassion. No one has forgotten the school days and the messages take me into trance. Long lost friends are now a click away—many are in foreign countries but technology plus love has conquered distance, won hearts and healed all wounds.