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M DRIVE

Kshitiz had just won the documentary-making competition on Life in Mayoor School. We were watching this for the nth time on the laptop. It was sheer fun watching it again and again.

Kshitiz clicked on the project folder and opened up the list of projects he had made for the cultural week and annual functions in school over the years. They varied from short stories to informational projects to movie trailers and documentaries. Watching this all reversed the time clock for me. Every project had some story, enthusiasm, excitement, excellence, our fights, above all, togetherness. We always had our ups and downs doing such things. I could hardly do what my children could do on the computer. I was their constant companion with suggestions on how what they were doing was shaping up and what would make a difference. Sometimes my suggestions were considered and at other rubbished. We all worked very hard in our spheres to do our best, they on the technical side and me on the emotional to encourage them. The outcome was ecstatic. Like the project folder on D drive, our memories of togetherness will always be on the M (mind) drive even after many years.

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  1. Shikhar SharmaNovember 9, 2011 at 4:08 PM

    Nice :)

    There really is a story behind each of these projects - very immersive

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