If you were or are a convent student, You’d get excited about christmas. the entire school would get decorated with lights during christmas, and it looked so pretty in the evening. the events, christmas carols, chocolates, and long holidays. december always brought joy to your mind when you were a kid.
accidentally doing the cross gesture at home or at the temple because that’s what you are used to. and whenever someone mentions prayer, your mind just goes back to one thing, “our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.”
you always wondered where do your christian friends go during your ‘moral science’ classes. catechism classes were always a mystery for you. you’d ask them about the things that they learn there.
if you actually think about it, your impeccable grammar is because of your english teachers. after 12 years of being in a convent school, you’ve become allergic to grammatical errors. the grammar nazi that’s inside you was born there, undoubtedly.
the right length of the skirt, trimmed nails, no henna on your hands, polished shoes, braided hair. you hated the dress code while you were there. and now when you see someone wearing your school’s uniform, you miss those days.
the biggest question for you on the event days of school like republic day or children’s day was - “do i have to bring the bag or not?”
your school building was so old that you actually believed in the ghost stories that were told about your school. exploring the building where the sisters used to live was like an adventure for you during recess.
you still remember those hymns that were recited during the morning assembly. and whenever the tune comes to your mind, a wave of nostalgia takes over you and your mind goes back to the time when you were in school.
after seeing all the freedom that kids of other schools would get, you hated your school as a kid. but it has changed now. you sort of miss your school now, on some days.
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