Childhood, why is it still uncomparable ??? [1st Mile]
“Those were days when sunlight was never enough. An average day started with regrets for boarding school bus, if not for friends and a few encouraging teachers…”
An average day starts with the sound I am still allergic to, blowing of the alarm. A moment of regret and a swift reflex act of silencing the source, acts as a kick to mark the start of the day. Nevertheless one of the greatest wonders by God, the sun, as we call it, does again the magic of peeping through the window to light the day with a welcome note.
To please the Creator and get the day blessed, the lips start to chant a set of daily prayers in the usual order. Once done with brushing, comes the duty of the brotherhood, waking the sleeping angel, my sister. In the next 10 mins, everything has to be done to embrace the uniform followed by tying of the canvas knot.
As mom rushes to make the lunch and break the haziness of my sister, dad volunteers inking the pen. Once packing is complete, starts the run of the day to race time for reaching the spot which would notice the bus driver to stop. Some days watching the bus entering the horizon fuels the run and panting catches up a bit later while browsing to find seat first for the sis.
Reserving seat for a friend is always a happy feeling and is complemented by the warm smile of the closest pal, Saravana Kumar. Chatting starts for the day mostly with the check ‘have you done the homework’ or ‘have you read for the test’. Being a cool guy, he always replies with an ‘yes’ or ‘no’, which hardly affects his mood. I always admire this personality of his and have always wished mastery at it one day.
On reaching school, little does the clock offer to set the bag in class and run back to assemble for the day.
To please the Creator and get the day blessed, the lips start to chant a set of daily prayers in the usual order. Once done with brushing, comes the duty of the brotherhood, waking the sleeping angel, my sister. In the next 10 mins, everything has to be done to embrace the uniform followed by tying of the canvas knot.
As mom rushes to make the lunch and break the haziness of my sister, dad volunteers inking the pen. Once packing is complete, starts the run of the day to race time for reaching the spot which would notice the bus driver to stop. Some days watching the bus entering the horizon fuels the run and panting catches up a bit later while browsing to find seat first for the sis.
Reserving seat for a friend is always a happy feeling and is complemented by the warm smile of the closest pal, Saravana Kumar. Chatting starts for the day mostly with the check ‘have you done the homework’ or ‘have you read for the test’. Being a cool guy, he always replies with an ‘yes’ or ‘no’, which hardly affects his mood. I always admire this personality of his and have always wished mastery at it one day.
On reaching school, little does the clock offer to set the bag in class and run back to assemble for the day.
assembly would start soon…
Good One, Waiting for the next one buddy.
ReplyDeleteNice one... Esp the brotherhood part.
ReplyDeleteFeels, the mom, when she first senses the movement of life within her...so it felt to me I should say when I read through...feel thy life..!
ReplyDeleteAmbience is as lively as the write up mood..!! Over-Droplets at a dazzling light mix..!!!
machi.. very good..na sollikudutha madiriye ezhudi iruke da:-))
Thanks a lot guys...
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