school

For Swathy, 

who misses school much more than I do.

I miss school.

I miss morning assemblies, and hymns.

I miss march past and dramatics practice.

I miss seeing the quadrangle filled with with screaming children.

I miss choir practice, and exchanging lunches.

I miss sneaking food under the desk, and lime juice from the canteen.

I miss tests and record work, and walking in the corridor.

I miss the whispered secrets, paper notes and the smell of sharpened pencils.

I miss the friends I made, the memories we created.