Many a time I think of my education, be it at School or College. Not just my higher school or college but surprisingly I have vivid memories of my play school and kindergarten as well. How each time we would be given brightly colored sugar coated fennel seeds as reward (Minju, as I had started calling it which was then roughly = minute + meetha) when we would write the alphabets correctly, narrate a rhyme or spell out a word right :D The entire day was spent looking at charts that adorned the walls of the room, clapping our hands as we recited words, playing Ring-a-ring o' roses, a pocket full of posies… or swinging by the swings . And well if you’d not spell them right for the ma’am, she would still give you the fennel seeds anyway but in less amount. As I grew older, school is reminiscent about the transition of notebooks covered in brown sheets that had penmanship broad lines to regular single lined notebooks, from a fancy pencil box to dull pouches that hoarded sufficient ...
We are all storytellers; mine are here :)