Those #PresentationConvent days are kinda priceless sparkling jewels in my memory chest...

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There’s a place near #RedFort that still holds a part of me...#PresentationConventSchool..where I spent 2006 to 2018 growing up.Even now,frm far away, I often find myself wandering its campus in my dreams...and it makes my heart feel lighter.The campus had its own quiet charm. As soon as you step inside the gates,the noise of Chandni Chowk fades.The long verandas wid their arches always stayed cool,evn in Delhi’s blazing summers...Classrooms opened to bright corridors n evry corner carried a memory...soft whispers between classes, d sound of notebooks flipping,laughter echoin down the hall...The courtyard was everything...those morning assemblies under d sky,our games periods,our divided skirts n our silly dramas...sheer fun! At recess, we’d rush to d benches under d gulmohar trees, sharin lunchboxes n stories,dat felt huge back then.The building wasn’t fancy bt it felt solid n familiar...like our second home. The arches,d worn stair rails, evn d old notice boards seemed like they hd seen generations before us...And wat made it alive were d people...teachers who guided us patiently, classmates who became like family n d nuns whose quiet presence,kept d place warm...Together,they turned dat school into more than just a set of walls...it was where we grew,messed up,learned n figured ourselves out.
Leaving in 2018 felt like stepping away frm something dat hd shaped evry part of me.Bt evn now, frm the other end of this world, Finland...whenever I dream of #PresentationConvent,I can hear d bell,see d trees swaying n almost smell d Delhi air mixed wid our laughter...so intensly to put in terms of words.Those days will always feel like home...tucked close to the Red Fort,wrapped up in all the memories dat built who I am.

NostalgiaHasItsOwnFragrance


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