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Title: My Teacher, Coconut!
Himachal Pradesh. Baleen, a fourteen-years-old, dark girl standing five-three, was sitting on the last bench. She kept her head on the bench and was staring at her unsprouted breast holding her stomach. After two years of medicine, a miracle had happened for her last night. She bled.
Ms. Muskaan came to her seat and patted her shoulder, "Show me your homework?"
She scrunched up her nose and looked at her. She stood slowly crossing her hands behind. "Sorry Mam," looked down.
She hid the sparkle of her eyes. She made a pale face and asked her to stand outside the class. She couldn't tell her condition and left the class. She was the only student who didn't finish the homework. It was the first lecture and she had nowhere to go. Her agony increased and she sat outside the class. She wasn't in a condition to stand.
She looked around and to avoid embarrassment went in the corridor. She was going through the corridor and saw the Principal sir on round with a thick stick coming from one end. Her heart shrank, she turned around quickly and saw Ms. Muskaan was coming from another end in search of her. She opted to get scolded by the teacher rather than the Principal. She went to her teacher. Pressing her stomach.
Teacher, "Where were you went? I asked you to stand outside the class and you went for roaming. Is this a school or a park?" her nostril flared.
A drop of tears rolled from her cheeks. She stood silently looking at the floor. Her hands were bound behind. She couldn't press her stomach. In the meanwhile, Principal sir arrived and asked in a husky tone, "What are you doing here outside the class?"
Teacher, "Sir, I had got the phone call from my home. She came to call me."
His eyes widened and eyebrows raised, "What? You left the class amidst. Students are coming to call you in the class. From how much time you are on phone." He paused for a while, "You know Mam, we have NO MOBILE IN CLASSROOM rule. Why have you used it? If it is so important then you should stay at home and take leave."
That infamous hedonist teacher stood silently, listening to the Principal. She spoke only the word 'Sorry'.
Baleen looked at her in surprise. She was abusing her throughout and that goddess was taking her side in front of the Principal and rescuing her.
The Principal asked her to forward her hand and give her two light sticks and left. She had thick skin for the students but deep inside she was the altruistic person. All her actions were for the betterment of her students. She cried bitterly and hugged the statue, "Thankyou Teacher, I'm very sorry," she held her ears.
Muskaan mam never talked to her informally. She had the same attitude again in class. She was still the hedonist one for students. Teacher's Day arrived and Baleen went to Muskaan mam. She had made a shawl for her. Her hands were trembling in front of her. She asked, "What is this?" in a high pitched tone.
She handed her the gift and ran away.
The next day in the class Baleen was sitting with her trembling heart. She thought that she would be scolded by her in front of the class. Though it was not cold enough, yet she came in the class wrapping her shawl.
Title: My Teacher, Coconut!
Himachal Pradesh. Baleen, a fourteen-years-old, dark girl standing five-three, was sitting on the last bench. She kept her head on the bench and was staring at her unsprouted breast holding her stomach. After two years of medicine, a miracle had happened for her last night. She bled.
Ms. Muskaan came to her seat and patted her shoulder, "Show me your homework?"
She scrunched up her nose and looked at her. She stood slowly crossing her hands behind. "Sorry Mam," looked down.
She hid the sparkle of her eyes. She made a pale face and asked her to stand outside the class. She couldn't tell her condition and left the class. She was the only student who didn't finish the homework. It was the first lecture and she had nowhere to go. Her agony increased and she sat outside the class. She wasn't in a condition to stand.
She looked around and to avoid embarrassment went in the corridor. She was going through the corridor and saw the Principal sir on round with a thick stick coming from one end. Her heart shrank, she turned around quickly and saw Ms. Muskaan was coming from another end in search of her. She opted to get scolded by the teacher rather than the Principal. She went to her teacher. Pressing her stomach.
Teacher, "Where were you went? I asked you to stand outside the class and you went for roaming. Is this a school or a park?" her nostril flared.
A drop of tears rolled from her cheeks. She stood silently looking at the floor. Her hands were bound behind. She couldn't press her stomach. In the meanwhile, Principal sir arrived and asked in a husky tone, "What are you doing here outside the class?"
Teacher, "Sir, I had got the phone call from my home. She came to call me."
His eyes widened and eyebrows raised, "What? You left the class amidst. Students are coming to call you in the class. From how much time you are on phone." He paused for a while, "You know Mam, we have NO MOBILE IN CLASSROOM rule. Why have you used it? If it is so important then you should stay at home and take leave."
That infamous hedonist teacher stood silently, listening to the Principal. She spoke only the word 'Sorry'.
Baleen looked at her in surprise. She was abusing her throughout and that goddess was taking her side in front of the Principal and rescuing her.
The Principal asked her to forward her hand and give her two light sticks and left. She had thick skin for the students but deep inside she was the altruistic person. All her actions were for the betterment of her students. She cried bitterly and hugged the statue, "Thankyou Teacher, I'm very sorry," she held her ears.
Muskaan mam never talked to her informally. She had the same attitude again in class. She was still the hedonist one for students. Teacher's Day arrived and Baleen went to Muskaan mam. She had made a shawl for her. Her hands were trembling in front of her. She asked, "What is this?" in a high pitched tone.
She handed her the gift and ran away.
The next day in the class Baleen was sitting with her trembling heart. She thought that she would be scolded by her in front of the class. Though it was not cold enough, yet she came in the class wrapping her shawl.
And then when you wake up from the dream of happiness and realise that you there were no one to hold you back and listen to your anguish.
And the only pillar you find may frighten you thinking it might collapse one day and then you will be left all alone to melt down to puddles and there's a huge void surrounding to make you sink in the perfect beach of life.
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And the only pillar you find may frighten you thinking it might collapse one day and then you will be left all alone to melt down to puddles and there's a huge void surrounding to make you sink in the perfect beach of life.
#review #SP
Am I too much to tame?
All the wilderness going haywire and the madness engulfing like the darkness of the night.
But where’s the moon when I needed the most?
The stars hid behind the enormous clouds, peeking as if I don’t deserve the light.
The moon’s coldness is now dwelling in my heart and the origin nowhere to find.
The darkness perfectly thick, as my thoughts reconciling, to the darkness.
The gentle breeze now turned into storms, fighting me to leave, hardening to erase my existence.
Who would want to have a mess when they are busy building their kingdom of thrones?
The roses felt ashamed as my shadow cast upon them, and the only thing that accepted me as a slave was the melancholy.
Adieu to the world I wished to live, but the world had unique plans.
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All the wilderness going haywire and the madness engulfing like the darkness of the night.
But where’s the moon when I needed the most?
The stars hid behind the enormous clouds, peeking as if I don’t deserve the light.
The moon’s coldness is now dwelling in my heart and the origin nowhere to find.
The darkness perfectly thick, as my thoughts reconciling, to the darkness.
The gentle breeze now turned into storms, fighting me to leave, hardening to erase my existence.
Who would want to have a mess when they are busy building their kingdom of thrones?
The roses felt ashamed as my shadow cast upon them, and the only thing that accepted me as a slave was the melancholy.
Adieu to the world I wished to live, but the world had unique plans.
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Can I just rush to a place where no one’s ever been to?
Sit quietly with my head on the grass. The land unseen fake smiles, and the breeze kissing me with an assurance of better times.
For once can I not have anyone by my side whispering everything will be all right,
But holding my hand through the storm within has calmed down.
For all I need is the thought of my smiling genuine, not for a joke, but with a feeling.
In the end, all we crave is the solitude of content.
#review #sp
Sit quietly with my head on the grass. The land unseen fake smiles, and the breeze kissing me with an assurance of better times.
For once can I not have anyone by my side whispering everything will be all right,
But holding my hand through the storm within has calmed down.
For all I need is the thought of my smiling genuine, not for a joke, but with a feeling.
In the end, all we crave is the solitude of content.
#review #sp