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Normally at this time of the year, the schools here in India, would witness a fusillade of squeals and chatter, welcoming the students after a two month vacation. The glee and excitement they feel on the opening day, is absolutely contagious. Dressed in a new uniforms, with new books, new classrooms, meeting old friends and new, they are all geared up to take on another academic year in their stride.
But alas, this year things seem to have gravitated from the normal. With uncertainty looming large in all aspects of life, and no clarity on how long this pandemic will last, schools have resorted to virtual classrooms with online classes for most of the grades. It is a huge adjustment for the teachers and the students alike. Everybody is desperately waiting for things to fall back to normalcy.
The deserted school waits in vain
for its classrooms to be filled,
with boisterous brats and nerdy brains,
innocent laughter that echoes to the corridors
tiny hands that crayon a masterpiece
the endless debates of the thinking minds
experiments, hobbies and art classes
assignments, projects and field trips
endless squabbles and punishment
the favourite teacher, the secret crush,
surprise tests, boring classes,
cheering buddies and bruised knees
pandemonium on playground,
innumerable memories created
within the periphery of school.
Today,
the languid souls confined to their rooms,
desperately try to focus on the lessons online
missing out on all the fun and learning.
Restless, they wait in anticipation
to step back into their classrooms
to fill the canvas of their school life
with bold strokes of joyful learning.
radhikasreflection 