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Spirit of Sanawar & its gift of resilience

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It was on the sun-drenched slopes of Sanawar that I first learnt the true meaning of equality of opportunity. I remember my earliest days here when I was tiny, uncertain, and often overwhelmed. The handstand became my great nemesis; I sobbed endlessly at my endless failures. Then one Sunday, my father travelled all the way from Mumbai. Without ceremony, he pulled me up like a clumsy chicken and made me stand in the scorching sun until I found my balance. By dusk, the handstand was no longer a dream but a triumph.

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That was my father’s lesson, and Sanawar’s spirit soon reinforced it: go for the kill. Whether it was shooting, PT, the band, or any challenge that crossed my path, the message was clear — give it your all. My father gave me the gift of Sanawar, and Sanawar gave me the gift of resilience. That spirit has never left me.

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Sanawar is not just a school — it is a way of life, a lifelong fraternity. Its majestic mountain top whispers lessons of humility when you rise, strength when you stumble, and perseverance until the last bugle call. To be a Sanawarian is to be forever marked by its ethos of courage, camaraderie, and character.

I owe all that I am — and all that I dare to become — to my school. Sanawar is not only where I studied; it is where I learnt to dream, to endure, and to never give in. It is my legacy, my pride, my compass, and the spirit that runs in my blood.

Divyashri Puri Rajwade, Chandigarh

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