It comes as a surprise even to me but all the memories I have of the glorious years at The Mother’s International School start with food. In the beginning of the winter, the Ashram would harvest fresh carrots and radishes. These would be sold at recess, sliced through along their length and then seasoned […]
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I think it is safe to now make a confession. I don’t think Macho Ma’m or Shekhar Sir will get upset or write a note to my parents in the diary any more. It has been 25 years, so it should be safe, yes? The truth is that I never attended the school assembly over […]
