FAREWELL REENA MAM...=(

This was a small farewell present i gave my teacher. Its a collage of some pix i managed to gather.

This is our last photo with her as a group.

Right before she left the school....:(

Reena mam was my English teacher and class teacher for 2 whole years. And i had the loveliest experience ever. When she finally had to leave, i cried. and with all that feelings in mind, i wrote a poem for her.

In the pic, she is the one who looks like a teacher...lol

FAREWELL, DEAR TEACHER

For some, you may be the candle
But for me, you are the light
That showed me how to handle
Even the daunting without fright

For some, your eyes may be warm
But for me, they are bright
They showed me the right platform
Leading me to a greater height

For some, you may be spring
But for me, you are the flowers
That groomed me little wings
To fly higher than the towers

For some, you may be a teacher
But for me, you are an angel
And angel whom I’ll never forget
But for now, it is ‘farewell

24th february,2009

sania harris

When she called!

The time was somewhat 2 in the afternoon. It was Friday and I was watching TV as usual. I always kept my homework for Saturday night when the rush set it. Till then, I laze off in the happy hours. The phone rang and I ran to pick it up. This was usual in my house. When the door bell rings or the phone rings, I and my sister run to pick it up. Not probably because we were expecting a call or someone to come…but just like that.

At first, it wasn’t clear on who was at the other end of the phone. And then I realized that it was Sofia, my best friend forever. She had gone to India a few years back and I hadn’t seen her since. We used to call each other on particular occasions such as birthdays and Eid. She always used to say that she was coming back for a visit. But every time she said that, I knew it wasn’t true. Her birthday was coming up, in fact it falls tomorrow, on the 26^th of April. I wondered why she would be calling me when I was actually the one who had to call her. That too tomorrow! And then I knew why she had called and I leaped with joy. Her tickets were booked and she was coming to
Abu Dhabi for a one month vacation. The students in India had summer vacation at this time of the year while students here had summer vacation during July-August. At first I didn’t actually believe what she said. But then, when she said it again, I knew this time she was saying it right. There are no words to express how much I am waiting to see her. She is coming here on her birthday; tomorrow! The happiness of meeting an old pal is just too hard to describe. Words are too mere to be used. And so I am too poor to explain them! I am waiting…to finally meet her after all these years…to share experiences, love, grief and more love…. After all, that is what friendship is all about!

THE LONELY CLASSROOM

i couldn't believe 7 whole years went by just like that. all the fun and problems I've had with my friends....i enjoyed every moment of it. there were times we fought like cats and dogs...and then there were times when their shoulders were all we had. i just want them to know...that they will always be... forever special!...this one goes out for them...

Walking through the lonely roads
Passing by the lonely trees
Picking up a flower or two
To please my lonely teacher

These lonely roads they lead
To a huge lonely school
The bells have long rung and gone
But laughter, it still rings

I walk in to a lonely room
With chairs messed apart
The blackboard, chalky washed
And pencil scribbles on tables

Looking at nearly every seat
I see me seated there
Friends surrounding me
And laughing crazy geese

Dressed in shabby white and blue
Some in dark blue blazers
Paper rockets and crafty hearts
Zooming past the lazy fan

I see myself laughing
Truly fully enjoying
Throwing foils and icy glares
I see my self pleased

Oh! Then this insight hits me
I curl like a baby’s hand
And when a tear dropp drips by
I know my heaven was here!


AUGUST 2,2009

sania harris

WATCHING HER DADDY COME

Another successful poem i've managed to write long back!''

The cherry wind stroke her face
Shuffling her locks aside
With a beaming smile she sat awake
To watch her daddy come

Her scenic eyes were going scarlet
And often she closed them soft
But nothing stopped her blue eyes wide
To watch her daddy come

She fell tired every minute or two
And again she wakes to look
With a longing face and crimson eyes
To watch her daddy come

Today or tomorrow, he may come she knew
With loads of sweets and candy
To receive with hugs and sugary kisses
She waited for him alone

When time goes by, she will fall asleep
And wake up a bright new day
She will forget about her daddy to come
And will drowse in her games along the bay

When the lights go off and the smile fades off
She goes to her ancient window
With a longing face and crimson eyes
To watch her daddy come

sania harris

Those long gone days!

i miss my OOEHS friends a looot.....miss u Divya, Nahida, Rida, Nahla, Soujanya, Anagha, Fathima, Rochelle!!! more than anything!!!