School life in Bathinda had grit to it.
There was dust on shoes, heat in the ground, pressure in class, and some teacher everyone still remembers with a mix of fear and respect.
Lunch breaks were loud, sports periods were survival, and bus rides home carried the real gossip.
Nobody called it resilience then. It was just the normal texture of the day.
The city did not pamper us, but it did give us stories worth keeping.
Even the rough parts come back softer now.
Maybe that is the rule of school memory everywhere, but Bathinda gave it a harder edge first.
Tell us one Bathinda school memory that still makes you grin and wince together.