JOLT

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He woke up from the deep slumber with a great jolt, enough to move the heaven and earth together. ”What is it?  Why are you sleeping again?” the teacher shouted at the ten year old boy. The little boy unaware of its surrounding as is the case from waking up after a deep relaxing sleep. Before he could put up with an excuse he was thrown out of the class.

It was the first day of the week and just the second period, it was a long day ahead for our little Gopi. He detested going to school not because of studies but the way it was done. Though he hardly knew the difference between the two.

He wished if schools were not everyday. Just on the days he liked. He hardly had any preference as regard to any subjects. Though at times he liked listening to the History teacher. The stories she said about the kings ,their battles, or the way they ruled. But that was just once in a blue moon.

He had just one earthly reason to come to school- play. He use to come to school before school hours and would stay back after school. He loved being on the playground. Playing in the scorching heat or even in the rain. He loved it and no one could stop him. His favorite sport was football. He could play it alone and even with many.

Gopi stood quietly outside the class, his face towards the wall. He knew if he saw the playground, it would reckon him and he would be in it. He wanted to feel the dry mud in his feet but was scared. The teacher had warned him. Moreover he had fever the last week because of playing in the scorching heat. He wanted to run away but could not.

Finally, the bell rang.The teacher came out of the class. But our little Gopi was not outside. She was sure to find him in the ground and was thinking of some fearful punishment so that he does not repeat the nuisance. But Gopi was not there in the field . She asked the peon and guard but they denied having seen him. She was sure to find him in the restroom but he was not there. Where had he gone? Had he vanished?

He had slipped into the classroom when she was searching her in the field. He had played to his little desire.

 

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