The day was 15th of August 2019. 2019 was the last year when all the schools were actully school. Getting back to the date, well everybody knows what the day is celebrated as. It isn't declared a holiday for schools (for some students it may be an added day to remain in their blankets for a longer period in the morning), especially in central govt schools, as we had always a programme organised by the students voluntarily (for the lower class' students) or involuntarily (for the upper class' students) escorted by the cultural teachers.
I was in class 11 back then. The day before, I was summoned by one of the show organiser, a teacher indeed. Involantarily, I respected her orders and approached her in the music room. One of my friend was already present there. Let me give you a brief introduction about this lad.
I won't reveal his name, I don't know, if he will be comfortable with it. So, he is somewhat, say a writer. He is an explorer of his own thoughts. Pens down his feeling without giving much concern about whether other has an understanding of this or not. He is an abode of great ideas. In near future, we will be reading his published write ups. Much of an intro, so the teacher assigned us to collab with each other to prepare for a speech the next day and of course the presentation. I had been summoned because I had many speeches before. So, I had experience. I am generally a hindi speaker.
The next day we reached school at the scheduled time, 7:50 am. There was already a huge hustle and bustle, huge gatherings of students with their parents, participants practising their dance, songs. Some parents searching for their seats, teachers going back and forth from staff room to the stage. Patrotic songs were making their way towards the hearts through the speakers.
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