In our case, February was also the month when school started. Mid-Winter Pus and Magh are the months to go to school after the Bindas holiday of Meenpachas. As the days get longer, the morning light gets faster. The hand was not frozen like in Pus and Magh.

At that time, we children did not do any necessary preparation to go to school. Mother used to make arrangements. Sat, picked up the bag, jumped. The most important thing was the arrangement of the book. Kitab means books and copies. 

Most of the old books were read till school. Not being able to buy one at half the price of the old one, without even asking for it, if the course was changed in her own time, without the consent of her siblings, her mother was forced to buy a new book. She did not know how difficult it was for her mother to buy that new book. But I was very happy then. 

When I first bought a new book from the book store of Saraswati Bazar in Dhulikhel, I remember looking at it many times. Kissed it very well. I sniffed. The new book was different. Where was such passion found in old books? If it was the same, it would have smelled. 

After bringing a new book, I used to slowly turn only one page from the top separately to see if it would double when turning the page. I put it in the same new book with a slightly better cover than the other old books. I saved the book and put it in the bookcase. Perhaps the dream also saw the same book! 

The identity of the old book was different. One had to turn a few pages to recognize a book. The first two or three pages used to disappear. 

It was as if the bottom page of a book was swollen and thickened, when it was forced to turn with a finger or a thief's finger, when the page was folded and lifted up to the middle page - it was like a small mountain was formed. And there is a lot of saliva! But I couldn't say no. Because the book was considered Saraswati Mata, it had to be pretended. 

His name was written in a book with good letters. Even the name used to be single, sometimes it was well written with double strokes. Some books had their friends' names in the middle or at the back. Some of them had pictures like flowers drawn on them. Kermet would have been cute too. Answers would be written in the practice book even if they match or not. But in any case, when I got a book that I hadn't read, it was very fun to flip through it. 

If I got a book a few days before going to school, I used to like to kneel on the couch at home and look at such a book. Only if there is a story to read. Books on Nepali subjects were more interesting than English, mathematics, and social sciences. Because, there would be a story. There was also a picture. Even though the pictures drawn with black ink were similar, they were fun. Old books were covered with Chinese illustrations to make them look new. If written with a pencil, it would be erased. He made his own name by combining it with the old name, and if it didn't match, he carved it well and stuck his name on it. Anyway, I loved the book very much. 

Coffee is different. It was not possible to write on a copy that was as old as a book. A blank page was all that was needed. Mother used to buy a couple of copies. But it was not enough to deal with all the subjects separately. Even though some of them were small in the class, it was fun to see them separately. They used to search for the whereabouts of the old copies of Daididi.

was taken out by taking out its old copy and arranging as many blank pages as were left behind. And all the empty pages were combined to form one big copy. There was no stapler like there is now. It had to be sewn with a needle and thick thread. The leaves of the paper are not all the same, some are completely white, some are white, some are blue, some are red, some are black, and the middle part of the leaves is also gray and dark. In any case, it would have been nice to have one's own copy.

I want a bag to keep the books and copies collected like this. The bag is old. As far as I can remember, the bag was made of brown cloth like a raincoat. The mouth is closed by pulling a nylon rope. A yellow nylon rope was also used to hold the back of the hump on both sides. That bag full probably belongs to a 9/10th grader. I don't remember carrying any other bags. Instead, I remember very well if I ran to school without a bag. 

The student of the campus took a copy, folded it and put it in his back pocket when he saw him walking with San. While reading, I felt that I didn't need a book. Later, after having to read thick books, that thought became stronger.