Glorious J. B. Petit

By Annika Somani

After two years of online classes and sitting at home

There was a feeling of apprehension yet excitement in my bones

Meeting friends, staff and teachers face-to-face

My heart beating fast and my brain not keeping up the pace.

As a kid, I hadn’t thought I would miss school

The halo’d corridors, the noise bustle and the cool

I longed for the peace and quiet of the library

Surrounded by books and untold mysteries

My mouth watered thinking of Raman’s famous Idly Fry

And Kanayalal’s yummy garlic bread for which I would die.

The rustle of papers, the noise of girls

Snapping of scissors plus paper curls

Bright colours as well as paintings on the walls

Reminded me of art class and the event hall.

I was wondering how my teacher would be

Strict, linnet, kind and oh so free

Whether I would get to sit with my best friend

Or be able to stand up as a class rep in the end

I want to be a class topper and give my best

So with heart thumping and tight chest

I approached my school – Oh So Glorious J.B. Petit.

I did drool!

By Annika Somani