F of #AtoZChallenge My first school was Yashomandir. At age four. It was a Nursery school in Mulund East. The uniform was a red pinafore with a white shirt. My mum would fold a handkerchief in a triangle and pin it (with a safety pin) on the left-hand side. My school name-badge would be pinned on top of it. The Principal of our Yashomandir was Teacher-Aaji. I never made an effort to know her real name because for me she was Teacher-Aaji. Whenever I meet her, I still address her Teacher-Aaji. She was a tall, pathicha kana taath (spine-straight) woman who had the looks of a commanding yet a kind Principal. My class teacher's name was Rita Teacher. My memory of walking down the street to Yashomandir is fresh to the extent that I still remember how the sunshine felt, how I hopped and skipped to school holding my Aaji's hand, the warm breeze that flowed, the hide and seek the sun played through the shady trees. I even ...
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