The First School. The First Love. / by Aamir Bilal

An institute is a mother too. Caring, loving and a memory forever. Same is true for the place of one's job. One's school, college, university etc are those mothers that nourish the person. We stay attached to our mothers. I remember the first day at my first school. I was scared. And asked my mom to stay with me during the day. It was the first school ever where I cried, where I lost my notebooks, where I found new friends and where I think I had my first crush. It was at a stone's throw from my house. Yet in those days, the path seemed to stretch forever, especially in the morning. However I don't wish to walk on the same path again. Some memories are better to be relived in the head. As for love, yes, I'm still in so much love with my mother institute.

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