Issue 26

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Issue 26, 2019

Established: 1995

Saturday, November 23rd, 2019

Our world is one, strung together by indelible glimpses of a changing journey sculpted with memories. The School remains our sanctuary. An abode, harbouring love, witnessing failures and sustaining hopes of countless individuals. The inevitable winds of change is here and it is the bearer of celebrations of milestones set and aspirations renewed. For those who pass on the baton, the world now awaits. For those who pick it up, a legacy does. -Sieyina Meru, Deputy Editor

Illustrator: Takhe Tamo Reela

Setting Sail

-Nandini Garodia, Editor-in-Chief “It seems just like yesterday” is a universally accepted and finally stood by it when it geared up to announce, definition of time and yet I believe that it undermines ‘Frankly, my dear I don’t give a damn’. The rolling reels the pace at which time gallops. through its monochromic patterns showed me in its Unsure of how to sum up my sack full of emotions final lapse, the Room. into a simple three hundred word article, I finally typed The thought that I will soon be in a world without the out the words above on the blank word page for the last Room to fall back on, depresses me but I also know that time. I heaved a sigh, but of what? Relief? it has given me the confidence to face and deal with That this dysfunctional journey is coming to an end or whatever life throws at me (to a certain extent, at least). sadness, because it’s actually coming to an end. The Room found me, accepted me and I evolved in it. I shall stick to the latter. At this moment in time It held me and within its cream walls I grew everything came to me in a rush and left me in in ideas as I did in faith. It brought me a daze. A time lapse closer to people with whom I shared played inside my a camaraderie and now a bond head similar to that holds us together as a family. the ones that It gave to me all it could and in play inside those return it keeps a part of me, a part who know when held by words but felt through a dynamic part memories. of their life was There is this tiny globe in the coming to an end. Room with a message on it. It Looking through is perhaps my most favorite a bioscope. It thing in the room. The pale showed me the yellow note on the globe reads day I entered – “To all the lands we are yet to the room above touch. To all the lands that will the library, touch us. Here’s to growing up more captivated by that growing old.” True, the wall which indeed. proclaimed ‘Mad Madder Sane’. Over the year, I watched the proclamation progress to ‘We all have issues here’

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