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  You know, writing and speaking are interconnected. If you can write well, with a little practice, you can eventually speak well too. Talking about myself, I wasn’t good at either of these. It doesn’t mean I am perfect now, but in Class 6, I was pathetic. Despite that, I always wanted to speak on stage in front of a large gathering—and you know what? My mother wanted it even more than me. While I was preparing for Sainik School, she had a habit of scrolling through the websites of various Sainik Schools, sometimes even watching YouTube videos about them. I still don’t know what happiness she found in doing it, and I never asked her. One day, while browsing through one of the websites, she came across a video of a Sainik School cadet giving a speech. She watched the whole video, and after it ended, she looked at me and asked, “Can you speak like him?” As a student of Class 5, what could I say? With full confidence, I replied, “Yes, of course, I will speak even better than him!” She...

 School days are cherished forever. After completing school, there’s always a wish to relive those moments. Unfortunately, that isn’t possible. To revisit those memories, people do different things like organizing reunions, visiting their schools with friends, or scrolling through old photos in their phone galleries. If you’ve lived in a boarding school, those memories become even more special. At the beginning of school, you cry because you’re separated from your loving parents, and at the end, your eyes are wet again as you part from your brothers (friends). One such incident happened to me when I first joined Sainik School.  It was my first time living in a hostel, and surprisingly, I wasn’t homesick at all. I was so excited and engaged that all I wanted was to reach the dorms quickly, meet my new friends, and see what life at Sainik School was really like. Until then, I had only heard that life there would be tough, that discipline was the most important thing, and that b...