Memories of my School days
Has I sit back and let my mind race down memory lane to those wonderful days of my life, I have realized that growing up is one big mistake in the life cycle of a human being. Childhood were those days in ones life where every child had their freedom of speech, laughter and naughtiness without the World questioning their intentions. I don’t really know how it must have started for me; guess once I turned 3 my parents must have decided that it was time for their little daughter, Nadia, to step into the intellect world of the Adults. My first home away from home was “Aunty Celina”, a school for tiny tots. It had two rooms with walls painted in shades of pink and Disney characters drawn on them. Being the first child of the Fernandes family, I am sure I was pampered, no wonder “Aunty Celina” came has a shock to me. I still recollect my first day at school, all I did was cry. Not a single toy in this world could bring a smile on my face that day. It was a day where I felt very lonely with...