DAY one

He looked around in confusion; everyone was a stranger!

He was nervous, shaking a bit; his senses feared danger

He did not enroll for this himself, he had not a clue

Who were all these kids, why were they here out of the blue !

He sat down at a bench at the back, because he was insecure

He wanted to keep an eye on everyone, just to be sure

It was his DAY ONE, he knew this was not ending soon

Much later he realized, school was sane, life made him a loon !

So, he opened up the first notebook of his life and scribbled ‘I did not sign up for THIS MYSELF!’



Back in the hot summer days!

Mangoes dipped in a bucket of water,

Hands dripping mango pulp and mouth filled with it,

The morning’s invitation of friends to start a cricket match,

The afternoon’s sun scorching over the head making me miss precious catches,

The golas and the chaat papri’s mouth watering treat,

Mother’s warning to put out the bed in the cricket field itself,

The dip in the local water canal with friends,

The non-existent tantrums of the school, because Summer Holidays!

The visit to the grandparent’s farmhouse,

The fun of rambling around with cousins aimlessly,

The red, green and blue of the sun, fields and the sky,

Those were the summers etched in my memory!

Never to return, but always remembered through the sands of time!

Daily Post – Daily prompt – Summer!


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