I’m on a visit to my village after two decades. My school still looks the same. Grey walls, wooden staircase, old-fashioned desks …. It needs repair in some places, before they move to renovation. Lack of funds has been an issue for long.
A small donation from me is appreciated, but is clearly insufficient to meet their needs. I return with a heavy heart. The lamp that lit our lives, and set us on the path to a better existence needs a filament and power to fulfil its purpose today.
I know the value of each step I climb today.
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Very evocative writing Reena.
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Thank you so much!
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Memories need cherishing for nothing can stay the same, even mountains fall in time,
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And memories do remain. Thanks!
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Sad and deeply nostalgic.
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Yes. All of us haveat least one connection of this kind.
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The light may fade, but the memories stay bright.
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Agree.
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Such a shame. I know that both my junior and senior schools I attended have since been demolished, but thankfully replaced with new modern buildings. Still a shame I can not go back for a bit of nostalgia and inspiration!
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And we cannot reconnect with the new buildings. It happens with residential buildings too.
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Sad is it not that our past homes, villages and towns are facing neglect. May be something needs to be done.
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Migration changes the landscape. People liquidize the assets and move away.
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