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Unravelling a Journey...

My experiences in Grade 6...

The school swarmed with bustle as thousands of fish dived into its waters. We were first grunting and purring, then we quietened down as tiny boats approached us, driven by competent fishermen with dexterous hands that picked us up and threatened us to put an end to the hullaballoo.  There were thirty seven of us- all in one boat.

With Swaroop Ma’am as our head fisherman, an opportunity to know each other better and to become a part of each others’ lives presented itself to us. As we glided through the waters, an array of fishermen stepped on board, one at each port. They had different skills, different experiences and a horde of things to impart with us and preach to us about. 

We learnt how to count the worms we caught, add them up, compare our finds; we explored what exactly was in the worms we devoured (x% carbohydrates, y% proteins and so on and so forth!!) , we were told of the different species of ourselves we would find around the world-  in Africa (as we swept through the Nile) and in Australia (as we trudged through the Murray) ; we were also hoarded with an encyclopaedia of the origin of our species of fish; we explored two languages- English and French- so as to improve our understanding of the human world.

We encountered two important events on our way. One was our Sports’ Day, in December, when we raced, played and competed, and the other was our Grandparents’ Day, in which we showcased our drama, dance, guitar and percussion skills to our parents. That ‘pounding gill’ feeling of seeing someone so close to the finish line, but then overtaken, that ‘bone crippling’ feeling of being on stage- I will treasure them forever. 

This voyage showed me every aspect of how life must be- but its concluding with a smashing finale doesn’t put me off from greeting another wonderful year!

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