It was a time where we were having morning schools, and we use to get up early to be prepared for school. The school is only a 10 minutes walk from our house and we'd love to run with our school bag and and slate with a chalk. Looking back I faintly remember that we didn't carry books, or heavy bags like the present day kids do.
Our teacher whom we love to call "Thawmu" (a local language way of calling elder people) with his gray hair, teaching us to sing his song a mix lyric song (English, Khasi and Hindi):
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"Let A,B,C be ka Triangle jong ngi,
Ka mut aiu? Bang shi sha ka ap masi,
Saw aiom shi snem ha ngi ruh phin shem,
Jingim kan kylla kum ka shalyntem.
Dang mynno phi i we stand up on the bench?
Sa katno phin i we sit like Gentlemen?
Te haba kumta ham to kya porwa?
One day we shall be nah bara hogaya."
After school time is over, we'd visit our grandma and she would love to accompany us till our house to tell us stories. I still miss those days.
Now when I look back I wish that she is still alive, and tell me the stories again. Had it been that I remembered all the stories I would've publish them so as to enable all kids all over the world to hear those wonderful fairy tales.
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