Down memory lane…

Hmmm...10 years of my life spent in homes. 9 years in woodburn cottage and 1 year in Mac. hostel. started in class 3 with Mrs. Daniels as my first class teacher. My first memories of growing up was learning what it meant to be a woodburn girl, with aunty Burns and aunty munna, and aunty Aity later on. firstly learned to get good grades otherwise aunty burns would be on your case with the wooden spoon with which she made us kids peach jam from the peach trees that were outside. that was the time we little ones were "legally' allowed to pluck them. o then on saturdays aunty burns always gave us little ones money for a trip to the tuck shop. for rs.10 i remember we used to bring back like 2 plastic bags full of tucks. a packet of murai for sure, then dhunga mithai, churan, twist (most expensive of our purchases rs.5) but it lasted us a whole week the tuck shop used to be smaller then....but full of goodies. Oooh i remember the monsoons...yuck. but aunty burns always had a warm fire for her little ones. she always dried our clothes during the monsoons near the chimney. i remember sitting on the carpet near the fireplace in our nighties to warm up before bed, by then we would have finished our prayers, then our homework, and then the "big girls' would come back from prep. then it was off to bed. good old days. we were so lucky. i remember we also got hot coco. at that time i didn't really think much of the saturday pocket monies and the cup of milk in the mornings by rotation, the hot coco's, the jam and bread, it was all wonderful but i never realized that it was not our own. it was aunty burns who gave us her share of the milk that the school sent for the staff, it was her salary money we got on saturdays, it was her who gave us her bread from her months quota, and she who purchased the coco and made it so that her little ones would be warm. thank you aunty.

Other than that i also remember the little punishments , the boxies, motti didi at the bend, the dhunga mithai ladies, the canteen..ooo canteen momo, alu thukpa, not forgetting the juice. o my goodness it used to be CRAZY during break time..everyone shouting..didi! didi! aaron uncle!!..hahaha!! good times. and yes ofcourse, good old CK food and the dajus. my favorite food at the CK. rajma lunches, fried egg breaksfasts, i really didn't care too much for dinners as by then we would have already had filled our stomachs with alu thukpa, or boxies patties hmmmm...what else..i know alot of it is about food but that's a big part of being a boarder i guess. hmmm....what else...o the games were always nice. loved basketball....got to go to other schools, st. augustines, darjeeling..o and the ladies always brought back "pedas" for our sweethearts back in school..including me. i think the ladies were the ones who always brought the guys grub...i mean even when we went to town..we brought them grub...ofcourse had to "smuggle" it to the boys side. i'm sure the boarders know what i'm talking about ok....well i better stop..i think i already wrote half a novel with many spelling mistakes Menaka Khatri, Batch 2002 Her Confession: Aunty Aity, the caterpillars or the birds didn't eat the mulberrys from the mulberry trees behind the cottage, and the peach tree did bear fruits >>> view full profile If you have an article that needs to be posted here, simply email us at : dghalumni@gmail.com