There was a farewell ceremony on her last day ay school , to which my parents and I were invited. It was a touching ceremony in a solemn kind of way. The City Corporation sent a representative and so did the two main political parties. There were many speeches and my grandmother was garlanded bt a girl from every class. Then the head girl, a particular favourite of hers, uveiled the farewell present the girls haed bought for her by subscription. It was a large marble model of the Taj Mahal, it had bulb inside and could be lit up like a table lamp. My grandmother made a speech too but she couldn't finish it properly, for she began to cry before she got to the end of it and to stop to wipe away her tears. I turned away when she began dabbing at her eyes with a huge green handkerchief and discoverd , to my surprise, that many of the girls sitting around me were wiping their eyes too. I was very jealous, I remember. I had always taken if for granted that that it was my own speical right to love her, I did not know how to cope with the discovery that my right had been infringed by a whole school .
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