School in Jalandhar was its own ecosystem.
Morning rush, unfinished homework, somebody copying definitions at the last second, and one friend already carrying the full day’s drama before first period even started.
Lunch breaks were less about eating and more about negotiation, swapping, mocking, and deciding who had the best tiffin that day.
After school there were coaching classes, cricket plans, cycle rides, and at least one pointless detour that still felt absolutely necessary.
Nobody knew those corridors and side lanes would become sacred later.
At the time we just wanted the bell to ring, the test to end, and the day to open up properly.
Now even the strict teachers and boring assemblies come back softer than they ever felt in real time.
If one Jalandhar school memory still shows up out of nowhere, drop it here.