“I know that these will all be stories someday, and our pictures will become old photographs, but right now these moments are not stories. This is happening. And in this moment , I swear, we are infinite.”
Don Bosco School, Park Circus, is a shining example of how
close a second home can get. In the fourteen short years that I have spent
under the Bosconian shelter, I have felt a sense of belonging and a sense of
pride like never before. The school has been my sole identity, be it within or
without the campus.
The four-year-old who entered this institution cried his
heart out, and looked back longingly at the freedom that lay behind the gate.
The eighteen-year-old who leaves, I assure you, will once again cry his heart
out and look back longingly at the fond memories that lie on the other side of
that very same gate.
