The Memory Archive

A farewell and an old student representative. The combination I always dreamt of. Sometimes, dreams take us for a ride, making themselves a reality. 

An auditorium that echoed the voice of children for years. And now when I see the same place again, it seems so small to the ones I have seen. But still the memories made my eyes wet to realise how big those small buildings were.

And I smiled.

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A moment of return to the old school for a felicitation as alumni.