Going Back to School
The bells ring early in the morning; wake up says my mother, wake up says my father and even my younger says wake up. Then it flashes upon my inward eye, grandmother gushing towards me, with anger as a steam engine with compressed steam and the steam is going to fall on me as a bucket of water, “cool and chill”.
But I stay still on my couch as laziness is my best friend and sleep is my biggest wealth. After bathing on my couch with two buckets of water, I get redressed for that morning and leave my dearest part of my life “my couch.”
Early in the morning, I have the sight of my garden (my grandmother’s garden). I feel really redressed when I see the tossing flowers laughing, I enjoy the jocund company of the tiny birds and make me forget everything in that glee. The sky looks attractive with the moving clouds and rising sun now.
After the frosty light, I have the vision of clear sky and the tallest tower in my town “my school.” I feel dreary and all the bliss is lost from the scene, which stops my parley with the flowers and birds suddenly. Glumly I feel as I reach nearer and nearer to the school, feel as it is a part time prison.
I feel the solitude of the school from now, that saps my mind. Now, I fend against my feelings and finish my breakfast, much pensive I go when I am said to wear the robes “bright and white.”I step outside the house with big junky bundle of books in my bag; the sprightly vales are of no life to me now.
I enter the prison and have the imprisonment the whole day and return to home. On the way the vales again turn sprightly and I redress myself, my heart is full of joy now. I reach home in the evening with the bliss again, and when I go to play the whole pain and sorrow is outdone. However in the night I drop in, as I think of my routine again.”I say this as it is.”
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