Why do all good things come to an end? That was the first question that arose in my already freaking out mind, when I learned that the wonderful days of vacation would end in the next few hours. End of vacation meant-end of fun, late night movies and sleep. And ending all these on a single day wasn't so much of a good news to smile and laugh at.
"OMG I did not complete my assignments." I exclaimed
in the middle of watching the re-telecast of a soap which I couldn't catch up with
the previous day. Reluctantly I left my sobbing, typical bahu (daughter in law) alone and rushed about
to complete the so called assignment. I was due to write a short story, a part of
the English vacation work. Writing the story was like trying to find a pot full
of water in a desert. the words did not come easily and even if they did it was in
broken fragments. "Whoa this is not my piece of cake." I said to myself interrupting
my hard working brain which was trying real hard to build up the story from nowhere.
Still I did not give up, given the fact that
if I had a choice I would have. A line in
my story read-"...the guy felt something tinkle underneath his legs. When he
examined it he found that it was a ring embedded with gems....." I reread the
lines once again and realized that finger ring does not tinkle. "Ha ha ha..."
I laughed hysterically at those absurd lines that I had just written, I changed
some words there and wrote some more to fill up the word limit. When I read the
whole stuff once again, with pain I realized that this was just like another Aesop
fable which gives teeny tiny morals. I myself hated reading such stories then I
could clearly imagine how miserable would the condition of my teacher be, as she
has to read and check it under all circumstances. Poor teacher, I thought to myself.
Whatsoever I wrote it fairly and designed a beautiful cover for it and wrote 'English
assignment' on it. I rushed to my father to flaunt the cover page I had just designed,
"Mmm... it looks good but where in the world is 'N' in assignment?" He said.
'What the....' I didn't dare to mouth the third word and gulped it, trying
to act innocent. But he was right 'N' was really not there. Cursing that stupid 'N',
I redesigned the whole of the cover page, but this time with less enthusiasm.
As
the hours flew by the anxiety building up within me took a full swing. The uncertainty
of tomorrow was driving me crazy. I could not bring myself to concentrate fully on
whatever I was doing. Tensions were piling one upon the other. The so called
tomorrow also included the biggest tensions of all -confronting my teachers. Having
scored way too less compared to the past tests I couldn't gather up the courage
to mouth a satisfactory excuse in front of them. My heart was thumping real hard- dhak dhak dhak
or in biological terms dubb lubb, dubb lubb, dubb lubb, the only difference was that
this time it was a little too faster compared to the other normal worry less days.
For one last time I scrolled along my Facebook page, not really wanting to bid it goodbye.
The ticking of the clock seemed like giggles and mocking smirks it was giving me.
I turned away and got on to readying my school stuffs. The saddest part was setting
the alarm at six in the morning and it tore my heart to say bye to those things
I used to do in my free time. Now all that came into my mind was schedules, timetables
and worries topping them all up. The last day of my vacation ended this way, but
I still had a vague hope that everything would turn out well the next
day. Having consoled myself I went to bed waving goodbye to the freaky, funny and
funky fortnight that had passed faster than I imagined.
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