A small school started by a NGO for the underprivileged, situated near a local dairy, was the nearest to my home, where I was admitted as the owners knew my parents and were very cordial. I was all of four and was loved by all the teachers and staff. But the most distinguishing thing that I still remember is the overpowering smell of cow dung from the dairy. Though I was there for a brief spell before being admitted to the missionary school where I completed my education till twelfth, memories resurface whenever I smell cow dung. Welcome to the Day 9 of #MeMoWriMo or the Memoir Writing Month. i.e. July. Today, tell us about the first school you went to. #myfirstschool #remembertowrite #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba #anujstories
