“Mom, I don’t want to go to this school. Please change my school. I don’t have good friends here.” I remember telling my mom, with tears in my eyes. We were in a local train compartment, coming back from somewhere, on a Sunday evening. I was in 9th grade.
I don’t remember what Mom replied. Maybe she didn’t say anything significant. She just kept asking me some questions, like “Which school do you want to go?” “And what about that friend you had?”
But were my school days so bad? Not really. 🙂
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