one evening back from school my daughter made an unusual requestma write me an article about your days in convent of jesus mary for our school magazine immediately my mind wandered in the past in mid70s and incidents of my school life came floating one after another it was lunchtime and i was sitting on the stonesteps of the school lawn sharing tiffin with my friends suddenly mrs inns our english teacher called for me from across the lawn when i reached her she tore open the hem of my skirt sayingits too short my girl i was stunned to make the matter worst vidyun was laughing behind me her skirt was as short as mine but she had escaped the net i withstood the banter of my friends but refused to attend the english period after the break a school girls act of retaliation at fifteen i had attended my first social and discovered how different the boys looked out of uniform there was one basketball player who was in my mind for some time but that day in his tight drain pipe jeans and bad dress sense he dissolved into the bundle of nonentity how fickle is the young heart and mind i recollected another incident one day in biology practical class we were taught dissecting frog after the experiment rachna my friend and i chopped the frogs legs and dropped it off in an envelope at a seniors place with a letter careful we aim to get even you are being watched that senior arti used to pick on us constantly now the hunter felt haunted our class laughed for months over the incident and arti never bothered us again even now whenever i meet arti we laugh about plenty of things but i have not disclosed the truth about that incident till date at the old students association meets we exchange stories and unforgettable moments spend at school the school years stand out strong and resilient i hope the school corridors which once housed me and my friends and now my daughters and their friends will always allow the same winds of strength tolerance and courage to blow