A place which always brought a smile to all our faces. That amazing smell of french fries which could brighten up anyone's mood! Those stupid fights every single day to get a seat on the bus on our way back home. Morning walks in that big ground. Chit chatting and bunking in the corridors. Hiding from teachers, whose classes you were planning to bunk. And how can I forget Miss Hilla and her shades. The way she kept an eye on us all!
A day at chapter without being hit by a football, basketball or a volleyball? IMPOSSIBLE! Running away from Miss Shireen? IMPOSSIBLE! Trying to convince Miss Hilla to return your cell phone? IMPOSSIBE! Miss Shazia not noticing you taking out your phone from your pocket? IMPOSSIBLE Bunking Dr Husnain's class and not getting caught? IMPOSSIBLE. And the list of impossibilities goes on.
There was something unique about every individual at chapter. The peons who tried to save you from being scolded. Dr Husnain, who will make you stand on the window and attend the lecture if you arrive late. Sir Sohail Raza teaching you more Islamiat than Chemistry and telling you that biryani has carcinogenic food colour (no sir it stiill did not stop me from eating it every day ). Oh and last but the best part about chapter, Miss Bushra and the counselor's office. Our so called 'drawing room'. Koi b masla ho, bhai Miss Bushra kahan hai? Koi b kaam karana ho, yar Miss Naureen ke pass chalo. FB use karna hai yar? Counselor's office chalo. Free ka nashyta karna hai? Counselor's office hai na!
God! There is no such place like CHAPTER and even though today, I am where I always dreamt myself to be, at DUHS, I still would give up everything to go back to that magical place where my memories live. That place which made me the person I am today
Dear diary,
Do you know any magic spell that can take me back in time?
Sigh
Jannat Vohra
Batch of 2013
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