Here's something that came to me by way of a text message from a friend-- Those ‘night outs’, those ‘midnight coffees’, those ‘birthday bumps’, those ‘old torn jeans’, those ‘late night walks’, those ‘long chats’, those ‘pinches ‘n slaps’, those ‘crushes on pals’, those ‘getting kicked out of classes’, those ‘struggle for marks’, those ‘writing on desks’, those ‘fights with teachers’, those ‘tears for love’, those ‘fake project reports’. Just everything that’s in all of us that’s called school life. I call it Heaven. (from Lakshmi Rameshwar Rao, aka Buchamma, August 1, 2006) Got me thinking about that special space within us called childhood...or as it may be, not so special place, for some. I was myself relatively untouched by major trauma in school, but again, school does mark us in certain ways, for good or bad. For those of us who went to convent schools, there was the dark fascination with the concept of SIN and eternal damnation, and many of us lived in fear that we would ne...
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