Our Gitanjali Primary School, the place of our foundations, The place where I have had fun and many celebrations.

The place which carries fond memories of stars in my books by my pre-primary teachers, From visiting the zoo and seeing all the creatures, To recitations and quizzes, dancing and singing with my teachers in uppergrades,  Not to forget other competitions which taught me not to be afraid. Then came the lockdown when our beloved school was closed, And in its place online classes were enforced, left no st I missed my school terribly but my luck was such that my teachers left no stone unturned, In making us feel at home and as if to school we had returned. So many opportunities and friendships came my way, Each teaching me a new skill to take away.

Our return to school brought about many surprises for me, We had left as some of the smallest children and returned as the oldest class to be. Then came prefect interviews which left us with numerous responsibilities, Followed by exhibitions, elocutions, declamations, and assemblies, And now these eight years feel like a day, one too long to be true It feels impossible that I am soon going to leave the place in which I grew, The valuable lessons I have learnt, I will imply, Sad, I go, but glad it's another Gitanjali nest to which I fly.

 By: Inika Jain, 6C