I struggled with march-past in school: Falling in line, at an arm's length and the steps to the beat of the drum. I would intentionally wear the wrong shoes so I would be forced to sit out. In 10 years of schooling, I must have marched three or four times. Nobody noticed after a while. The other day in Mumbai, I watched students of the Navy School march near the Gateway of India. My friends were excited and talked about how they were flag-bearers and their march-past experiences in school. And I thought to myself, "How the hell did you manage to skip this routine through 10 years of school? You had fallen out of step with society way too early, girl!"
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