I spent most of my childhood in the classrooms of RSK and like many I have within me this RSK pride. It was the school where my mother and brother studied too. RSK will always remain special. In those moments when I am hit by nostalgia, I close my eyes and imagine walking down those staircases of main school.

I haven’t been to RSK in 10 years and I don’t think I will find my way back there anytime soon but it is with pride I say that I am an RSKite

A haiku in memory of RSK

Pinafore I wore

Green and white, striped tie and belt

The colours of RSK

 

The school and the pride

Generations they have seen

Scarred wooden desks

 

Roots of Banyan Tree

Giant bell suspended in time

Windy corridors

 

Red-carpeted playground

Library aloof and proud

Cycles in a row

 

Memories linger

Carved in the mind, set in stone

Childhood forever