My School

I looked up at the board by which we used to swear : St. Anthony's High School - it read, it was now rusty and old but nevertheless it looked fine, I just silently stood there,
I realized I had completely forgotten how it looked and what it really meant as I walked around the gate kicking the sand - My School shined there brightly under the Sun's glare.

Our Bravest Warrior

The evening Sun shined dimly on his face, he still looked as if he was sleeping, he still looked frightening, he still looked like a man who would never surrender,
I sat beside him and looked into those lifeless eyes and thought : Why had Our Bravest Warrior left us when we needed him most ? I began to wonder.