It's one of the few things in my life that can make me have mawkish feelings and remind me of the existence of my rarely used (metaphorically speaking) heart. It made me who I am. It gave me my friends. It gave me my mentors. It showed me the kind of people who I would want to be like. And then some (most) I would definitely never ever want to be like.
I can never fully describe to you the feelings my alma mater invokes in me, nor would you like me to, I'm pretty sure.
There are many reactions for the name, The Mama Parsi Girls' Secondary School. Ridicule, envy, love, admiration, desperation (ha ha, you see what I did there?) and yet, nobody can escape the one beauty of it.
Even Maliha Ali has to appreciate that the building was one heck of a masterpiece.
So here are some pictures, so that you may see for yourself what a pretty little thing my school was. And tell me if you agree.
Photo courtesy: Nida Ashraf