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Sushama mam gave us all
chocolates, and she wrote on the big blackboard in our 5th
std classroom ” happy summer vacation”, and all my classmates
gleamed with excitement and happiness, my bench mate aniket kept on
looking at the clock, and when each minute passed by, he kept on
crossing one out of the 15 lines he had drawn on the white paper in
his notebook,....there was that wiry little girl Minnie who jumped
from one point in the classroom to another (for which i truly
disliked her, a really jumpy and irritating crackpot).the whole
classroom was noisy, and for the first time sushama mam dint loose
her cool, and set out to humour the kids in her class who were
exhibiting their crazy pranks .Aniket counted” 10... 9......
8...... 7..... 6..... 5.....4.....3....2.....1..... AND ........”the
school bell struck thrice, and all my classmates jumped from their
seats shouting”Hurraaayyyyy, no class for 2 months, yaaayyyy”!!!!
Well that’s when i
felt the real pinch, the realities:” i wouldn’t see any of my
friends for the coming 2 months, would miss my hopscotch sessions
during the games period, would miss travelling by raghu uncles auto(
in which he always gave me a special seat by the side) “.....
weren’t as horrifying as the fact that” i would be all alone in
the huge mansion in which we stayed(of course there will be that
snobbish and ill mannered maid sarala, who does not interest me in
any way , either by her behaviour nor by the food she prepares for
me).My parents are both working, they say they are software engineers
and my dad calls himself a successful err ....... what u say project
manager and mom calls herself as the sr hr ... and both leave home
early morning before i wake up and come back after i sleep .They
always have big bags on their shoulders and opens them to take out
something that looks like a suitcase and they keep playing on it all
day. I have a small baby sister of age 2 and she is left with granny
in our native place as mom and dad are too busy with work. So when
the school closes, I am left all alone in this mansion with the maid.
I got down from raghu
uncles auto , and opened the gate and walked towards my house, which
in spite of living in it since I was born, failed to give me any
warmth or sense of belonging to it, and i knocked at the door and
sarala with an artificial smile on her face opened the door and took
me in and asked lazily” manu what would you like to have for tea:?”
I murmured something and went to my room which I considered the only
area where I could breathe in peace ... and I changed my clothes and
took milk from sarala and again went back to my room, .... My room
was special in every way, it’s got pink paint all over, pink
bedspreads and pink pillows, a small pink table with a pink tiny
lamp on it , and in one corner , I have ma dolls ad cycle, and
videogames kept... there is also a small painting which my mummy got
me as a birthday gift, which says “you mean the world to me” and
it’s got a lady kissing her kid on her lap( which I couldn’t
relate to at all).In the whole room I had things gifted to me by my
parents , trying to prove how much they love me.......(but somehow I
never felt convinced with all these).
I looked sideways and my
heart leapt with joy, there in the right most corner of my room was
placed MY WINDOW , fully transparent.... with brown coloured panes
,and I threw it open,,, people may wonder how a window can be so
special, but for a loner like me , it was more dearer than any of
the wonderful things in my room...it was my only source to connect
with the outside world, it brought me visions of beautiful trees, ,
vehicles moving... it brought in raindrops’ when it poured
heavily.... (I was not allowed to play in the rain.), it made me see
people walking on the roads and my mind would wander away framing
stories... about their lives about which I am totally unaware of.
There was a granny who walks across and she would give me a sweet
smile and wave, sometimes she would also stand by to give me few
words of affection. Oh one must stand by my window when there is a
breeze. It really sweeps you of your feet.And i dance around my room,
feeling the fresh air all around me. Sometimes, i really do feel that
my window talks ... because; it was like a canvas on which beautiful
portraits were drawn. it happens to be my only companion, in this
whole house which tells me things that i like, which makes me see
only happiness, and which helps me enjoy everything that I am
deprived of..
And i thought ad
thought..... Looking outside, regardless of the amount of time i
spent there... I suddenly heard the banging sound at the gate and the
tick of the clock that indicated 10 pm in the night, and i realised
with mixed feelings that my parents are home; the bang on the gate
was a signal for sarala to run and open the gate for them... I dint
know whether to be happy about the small kiss on my cheek, a
mechanical hug and the dairymilk silk that I would get once they are
home, or whether to be sad about waiting till morning, for my parents
to leave so that i can again get hold of my most favourite
companion... and listen to its never ending enchanting stories.
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