The exams are over now. Relieved all are. Happy all are. Rejoiced all are. Cheerful all are. Off to playground. The swing just keeps calling. The voices of friends keep echoing in the head. The cricket bat and ball keep re-appearing at the back of mind. The bell of cycle just keeps forcing to get down the stairs as soon as possible. The flapping of cycle paddles awakes the soul. The houses made of mud were all alone till yesterday. The barbie dolls haven't slept since nights, someone needs to change her clothes and comb her hair. The kitchen set haven't fed anyone for days now. The building blocks haven't built anything since days. The toy cars need to be ridden again. The buildings are left wandered without chupan chupai. The roads are empty without the pakadam pakdai. The stappo has vanished off the roads. It needs to be drawn again. So many things to be done. Its just a huge, never ending list.
But wait! There's even more. The new books have arrived in the stores. One must insist the parents to get it as early by today evening, after all, all the friends have bought them. The books beget in bundles. Two bundles, each of notebooks and books. All piled up subject-wise. Tightened with strong threads. All comes along a list. The fun finds its way, when the things listed are cross checked with what is in the bundle. The books are fresh with white soft pages. A different fragrance reaches the lungs along with deep breaths. Name stickers are pasted on the new copies and are now arranged rightly in the book shelf, replacing the old books.
Off to play we go again!
Thats a 'little' tribute to school days. :)
Thanks to a cousin who came home for a week and made us all live again.