Those School Girl Days

It was not so long ago, that on the phone I heard, a voice from my past, my school girl days. A voice instantly recognised, with an invitation to join a whatsapp group, the Sophia girls batch of 1976.

With alacrity I accepted and am now the proud member of a lively group, where we share, stories, anecdotes of truants and escapades, that take us back four decades. Some still hair raising, some ever so hilarious.

Those school girl days, when we found pleasure in most every simple thing. When we laughed, there echoed, the laughter of many with ours. When we cried, our tears we shared and took refuge in each other .

We learnt to mind our Ps and Qs, to roll our Rs and to hold the H silent. Complicated sentences we mastered, with a flair for the punctuations. Held captive in some classes we abhorred, we learnt the art of exercising patience and diligence.

The mystery of the sciences were revealed, dry history and geography, brought alive. Languages with complex grammar compulsory, were all made simple and effortless by those dedicated teachers, to whom we owe our learning.

Time, not partial to us, stopped not but raced along ,quickly. While we perfected the curves, the concave, convex and the hour glass, we grew. As young ladies, we parted, bid farewell,to the school we loved and each other, to walk away into our future .

Now our reunions are graced, by those from different walks of life. Professionals, non professionals and homemakers, some from the highest echelons. But when we meet, the years just melt away. We are carefree girls again, our eyes brimming with love and laughter, we greet one another and relive those glorious days.

The friendships forged in school, is for a lifetime they say. The kinship we fashioned, the affinity, that took seed in our tender minds, magnified in our hearts, over those years together ,can never, ever be erased.

Thanking God for all the friends in my life 🙏