The red sun was smiling.
So was the silver moon.
The stars winked.
The rain drops fell from clouds.
A rainbow passed from within.
The tree swaying in the wind.
"Kaushal!!" came a voice...
The paper sheet was perfectly placed under the bed. The pencil, rubber, and the colour sticks went back to their residence. The light was OFF.
KC could hear the TV blaring. He was trying to listen to footsteps. It was mom; she was coming to his room. He pulled over the blanket, though it wasn't winter and he wasn't ill.
"Mom..." he groaned.."Turn off the lights!". She just wanted to have a look at his room.
"You weren't sleeping?"
"I was arranging my bag for tomorrow..."
"Tomorrow is your first day..."
It is tough to make moms leave our rooms. Specially at times when you want to be alone.
Now he couldn't turn ON the lights: She'd be back. He thought he'd continue his drawing later.
He shut his eyes.But he didn't close them.
It seemed a bad day when it started. Mom refused to drop him at the first day of school. "You aren't a small kid anymore.." She told.
"What's a kid, anyway?" He murmured.
Joy was singing a song. Nick was playing drums on the bench. All others were listening, cheering. KC went there.
"Why did you come here?" Nick said.
"Ya.. you're still a kid..!', Joy added.
What's a kid? KC thought.
School was over. They took only two lectures. Introduction and Timetable. KC dragged himself towards the bus-stop.
A dog was barking ahead. There was a little girl behind him. She seemed scared of the dog. She looked at him. He shooed it away, and looked at her again. She smiled. He started walking again.
Buses didn't come. It was recess time for them. It was humid, and skin felt oily, sticky. He was tired of waiting. It was a bad day after all, nothing good.
He didn't have the water bottle, and was thirsty. He looked around. There she was, relishing water from the crystal-clear bottle.
Oh no.. she's looking at me!
Soon, he was drinking water from her bottle. She was waiting for her dad who was supposed to pick her up after school.
"I didn't know they'd leave us so early.." She said.
"They always do on the first day."
"I don't know... I'm new here..."
"You mean, you are a new student?"
"Yes... did you see me here last year?"
"Not in my class..."
She giggled. Girls laugh at weird times, he thought.
Her name was Disha. She said, it meant direction in hindi. What a nice name! He thought.
Soon a car stopped near them. She had called her dad from a PCO and he just came to pick her up.
"Why don't you come with me? Dad will drop you at your place..."
"No... my bus.. it will be coming..."
"Oh come on... you'll wait in all this summer heat??"
"Summer's gone... it rained yesterday..."
"Yes, but it's still..." She argued.
"Dad", she spoke aloud, "This is my new friend. We are in the same class. He's waiting for the bus since a while. Can we drop him at his place?"
There was no reason for dad to say NO. He never saw her happier.
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Back in the dark room, KC wondered, Memories are wonderful. He didn't remember when his eyes closed and he got lost in the world he painted sometimes back. Life is a non-linear path passing through check-points of events.
So was the silver moon.
The stars winked.
The rain drops fell from clouds.
A rainbow passed from within.
The tree swaying in the wind.
"Kaushal!!" came a voice...
The paper sheet was perfectly placed under the bed. The pencil, rubber, and the colour sticks went back to their residence. The light was OFF.
KC could hear the TV blaring. He was trying to listen to footsteps. It was mom; she was coming to his room. He pulled over the blanket, though it wasn't winter and he wasn't ill.
"Mom..." he groaned.."Turn off the lights!". She just wanted to have a look at his room.
"You weren't sleeping?"
"I was arranging my bag for tomorrow..."
"Tomorrow is your first day..."
It is tough to make moms leave our rooms. Specially at times when you want to be alone.
Now he couldn't turn ON the lights: She'd be back. He thought he'd continue his drawing later.
He shut his eyes.But he didn't close them.
It seemed a bad day when it started. Mom refused to drop him at the first day of school. "You aren't a small kid anymore.." She told.
"What's a kid, anyway?" He murmured.
Joy was singing a song. Nick was playing drums on the bench. All others were listening, cheering. KC went there.
"Why did you come here?" Nick said.
"Ya.. you're still a kid..!', Joy added.
What's a kid? KC thought.
School was over. They took only two lectures. Introduction and Timetable. KC dragged himself towards the bus-stop.
A dog was barking ahead. There was a little girl behind him. She seemed scared of the dog. She looked at him. He shooed it away, and looked at her again. She smiled. He started walking again.
Buses didn't come. It was recess time for them. It was humid, and skin felt oily, sticky. He was tired of waiting. It was a bad day after all, nothing good.
He didn't have the water bottle, and was thirsty. He looked around. There she was, relishing water from the crystal-clear bottle.
Oh no.. she's looking at me!
Soon, he was drinking water from her bottle. She was waiting for her dad who was supposed to pick her up after school.
"I didn't know they'd leave us so early.." She said.
"They always do on the first day."
"I don't know... I'm new here..."
"You mean, you are a new student?"
"Yes... did you see me here last year?"
"Not in my class..."
She giggled. Girls laugh at weird times, he thought.
Her name was Disha. She said, it meant direction in hindi. What a nice name! He thought.
Soon a car stopped near them. She had called her dad from a PCO and he just came to pick her up.
"Why don't you come with me? Dad will drop you at your place..."
"No... my bus.. it will be coming..."
"Oh come on... you'll wait in all this summer heat??"
"Summer's gone... it rained yesterday..."
"Yes, but it's still..." She argued.
"Dad", she spoke aloud, "This is my new friend. We are in the same class. He's waiting for the bus since a while. Can we drop him at his place?"
There was no reason for dad to say NO. He never saw her happier.
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Back in the dark room, KC wondered, Memories are wonderful. He didn't remember when his eyes closed and he got lost in the world he painted sometimes back. Life is a non-linear path passing through check-points of events.
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keep it up, chum :) i'll b bak later!