It ‘s here in the PPS that I fledged. With my new found wings, now, I am all set to soar courageously across uncharted horizons. Away from this protective nest shall I’ ve to go…but…memories attached to the PPS shall support me during my arduous flights. My first step landed here when I was in grade eight. Many a moment now has turned into memories. Each time I erred I received a loving tug on my ear…no rebuke…no admonishment. I relished being in the thick of activities and contests. How I wish I’d arrived earlier. Those long drawn out games in the sun bathed lawns, those stolen bites from unattended tiffins , those informal chats with our mentors…it was heavenly. The very thought of a life beyond, sends shivers down the spine. Every morning brought hopes anew. Boisterous seemed every season, here. Thanks for mothering me with tender care, dear PPS.