Another rainy season begins and the vacation ends... the boy goes to school It is only vaguely remembered that the mind does not come out of childhood.  New bag…Between the months when he was climbing the big stones of the school with only the thickness of two books pressed on his shoulders Friends rained silence.  At first I longed to be next to my loved First come…However, the laziness of the two-month vacation may not have left his eyes.  Today is the first day…🥰I have asked my mother at least ten times if I want to go to school.  Get ready and leave school…

Rain always reminds me of school. No matter how new the umbrella and bag are, the rain that screams from the sides will wet the new bag and the new clothes and keep it cold. He shivers while sitting on the edge of the bench with the same wetness. But they were close without touching each other, sharing love with rice and curries, seeing and not seeing each other in particular, talking about friendship, how many pearls of love were hidden in it.

Take it as a joke... It's good for you to get brave", was the wisdom he later shared when he was a bit older. But how to forget the first day of ragging?…

The performance of the second year humanities batch students on the footpaths of the entrance to the school. But can we forget that the person who showed the most arrogance in the passing of months was a fellow passenger on the way from school to the main road and called a person who made a close comment on a trip with eye-popping abuse…

It seems nature doesn't change the school opening rain every year... June 1st is written in the headlines, and only in very rare years has nature rewritten it. When it rains, the first day of school is also the first day of school. Every man cannot remember it except with a heavy weight of nostalgia.

The envy of today's youth knows no bounds when the handwriting of fourth graders. English language learning beginning in the first grade makes children seamless between the fourth grade and beyond. The 4th class, which was lost, did not know how to write a letter and did not know how to add letters, and was later returned by the older classes. How quickly did UP schools go and disappear, writing letters to the friend who was sitting next to him and knowingly taking the look of the two eyes of the boy sitting parallel to him

…Time seems to move faster than the seconds hands.  All it takes is a rainy season and the smell of a new book to remind you of everything.  Opening a school child's new bag can take a trip, a beautiful journey into the past without a time machine.  The leaves of the new Kerala Pathawali open, the smell of the rice wrapped and tied by the mother spreads, the love of sharing makes the eyes wet, the soul buys the fresh smell of the book with nothing written on it, then the first rain falls despite not going to school... the first rain of June…