Sunday, November 16, 2008

The place of the past

It would be the last time we will step into this place. 

A place of fond memories.  
A place of the past.

The place where we used to play
















The corridor where we used to run up and down
















The classroom where we used to have fun
















The blackboard where we used to doodle
















The canteen where we used to stuff ourselves.
















The toilet where we used to settle our problems




















I will never forget..