Walk to the School

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Its about three friends who were happily going to their school.but one of them gets killed on the way..Their happy beginning had a tragic end..!!

Submitted: August 16, 2013

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Submitted: August 16, 2013

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Walk to the school

It was the month of August. That was the time when rains start in this city. Apparently it is raining right now. The leaves of the tress were looking greener than before. It looked as if the rain has cleansed them all the way long. Small children were playing on the road with paper boats set to sail on the pits of water created because of the rain. People were trotting on the roads rushing to their offices and work places. Many children amidst the elders were rushing to their schools on bicycles and by walk. Few things were very clear on that day. One, it was raining. Two, there was more greenery and liveliness than before. Three, the sight of umbrellas was prevalent. Four, people were just speeding up to their places and a very few were just enjoying the rain and feeling the pleasure it delivers.

It was the first lane of that colony. A boy got down from his apartment and started walking towards the road. His name was Mandy. He was looking diligent and dissimilar to the people who surrounded him. He was wearing a red check shirt and yellow ochre pant. It was his school dress. He walked with an ease of trend and he walked as if he was feeling felicity in every step he took. He walked in a slow manner as if he was not on a rush to go to his school, but as if he was concerned only about enjoying the raining. His lane led to another bigger road which connected the way to his school. He came till the end of his lane and stood there idle. He looked as if he was waiting for someone’s arrival. He was looking quite comfortable and happy out there without the impatience of the effort he had to put for waiting. He waved his hand to a two of similar dressed children who were walking towards him in the rain. “Hi guys!” said Mandy. They all were wearing rain coats and few had umbrellas. There were Neeha and Rahul. Both of them had one thing in common. Their eyes delivered a sentiment of resentment towards the climate and its dampness. “Hi Mandy how are you buddy?” asked Rahul. “Never better than before, I just love this rain” said Mandy. “Common, why do you ask him how is it? He probably loves rain than anyone of us!” said Neha. “Oh! Yeah” said Mandy. Amidst his friends he looked as if he was very comfortable with the rain.

All of them looked were laughing and having fun. “Hey buddy today we are going to make fun in that Subramanyam’s Math class man. I’m fed up with his lessons” said Rahul. “Yeah I came to know that he spanked you yesterday for not submitting homework” said Neeha, in a tone of mockery. “Yeah like how teachers punish you for your talkativeness during your class and I know how everyone makes fun of you!” said Rahul, in a sarcastic manner. Neeha beat Rahul on his head and they started laughing at each other. They looked as the apt personifications of exultant beings living in this place. “Hey guys I have a fantasy of having soft drinks on a cold and raining day like this. So shall we have them?” asked Mandy. “Oh yeah baby” said Neeha. “Yes buddy, it would be fun; I guess” said Rahul. Mandy halted at a departmental store. The structure of the building was looking conspicuous even though it had a mediocre façade. “Hi uncle, how are you?” said Mandy to the shopkeeper. “I’m fine Mandy what about you?” “I’m fine uncle.” ”So what shall I get for you?” “Please give me three coco-colas uncle.” “Here you go, have a nice day child.”

The people on the road were bewildered and puzzled by the sight of these children who were doing all sort of freaking stuff on this type of damp day.They started walking towards a blue color building. It had two gargoyles on its top and it was a building which had a great appearance in its portico. It was their school. It looked like a factory that would yearly import many students out into this corporate society to thereafter continue their further studies. These children were looking were happy and playful. “Let us see who enters school first” said Rahul. All of them start racing headed to their school. They were unaware of the outer world and were just considering about winning that race by stepping first in the school. Mandy was running ahead of the other three.

The road on which they were running, looked slippery and quite dissimilar than commonplace. It was wet due to the heavy downpour. It partly acted as a mirror to the vehicles passing by. The road looked like a beautiful surface that portrays various shades on itself. Many cars and bikes passed by that road splashing water and mud around. The moment a vehicle passed, the road gave a perverted feeling and image of an unusual picturesque numbness. It was know, an accident prone area due to the greasiness caused by the incessant rains. A college undergraduate was passing on that road in a lofty rapidity. At the same time Mandy was running on the road in a high alacrity and careless routine in spite of knowing that it was an accident prone area. The biker lost control on his bike as the tire skidded and he hit Mandy who was running on the road. Mandy got lethal damages and died on the spot. The college student was extremely injured and was bleeding. It looked as if the joy and ecstasy that made these children careless and full on fun had killed their friend Mandy. The adrenaline rush and the bizarre idea of enjoying in the rain had resulted in the demise of their companion. It seems as if the rain has slaughtered Mandy.

Pleasure and thrill faded. What all remained was tears rolling from the eyes and contemplation. Neeha and Rahul were wondering whether they were carried away by their pleasure driven whim or it was the fate that ended Mandy like this. He who loved rain had perished in the very rain itself.”

-NAGA PRAMOD.


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