The alarm went off. It was the mark of a new day. A day only brought to life due to the concatenation of time spent in this school to learn and rejoice what it means to live. The soft winter sun’s rays slowly bestowed itself upon us. Time had passed since midnight but the sharp pang of how these could be our very last moments here, inside Sri Sankara Vidyalayam, refused to let go.
The steel desks were lifted up and rested on their sides. They were fixed firmly onto the ground by forming a relationship with the rugged terrain. This allowed the delicate strings to be knotted to them. Thus, enabling the postcards to hold onto them. These postcards that carry messages, sailed through the continuous breeze to reach my eyes. The myriad of hidden layers were slowly unfolding as the exhibit worthy material were going up on the walls. Drawings and origami, laughter and excitement filled the space.
Children were taken aback by string art. The joy of dipping threads into minuscule paint bottles and gently pulling them out of folded pieces of paper to experience the thread’s leftover trails tells a magical tale. The trails that had been left behind, have become a part of each and every one of the children’s homes.
The time spent here was fruitful yet again and I’m grateful for experiencing this, for an opportunity like such does not come knocking at your door everyday. The workshops will continue at Sri Sankara Vidyalayam, East Marredpally on the weekends where we meet to celebrate art and express ourselves through it.
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