Bring back those anxious feelings of my childhood: the distinct smell of dry noodle mixture and seasonings inside the chemical smelling 80’s plastic lunch box. Bring back these feelings of isolation and fear of differences, the fear of rulers and authorities (teachers), and the fear of rules and systems that used to cage me within the school boundaries; where my mother would be on the other side of the gate after they closed it on me to begin this school thing. Where I had cried and cried because I wanted to be back into the arms and comfort of my mom, my home. The lunch time tiffin box was all those things I feared. I still smell it here and there, and my stomach tightens as I sit in my office today and contemplate whether it was worse then, or is it worse now.
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Samasya Tapasya 
Aah, an 80s school going child – the memories! 🙂
I hated my schooldays! I think I was a loner even then – I used to wander off into the town and spend my lunch money on sweets (Am. candy). Strange to think back…
I think those of us who find comfort in the arts, are inherently “loners.” School was very scary and prison-like for me from the start, and I’m sure the same goes for other free spirited imaginative kids.