'Good m o r n i n g India! I'm Shakshi here with you and it's time to announce the winner of the -'
"Rahul, come down here at once! Your School bus will arrive in ten minutes", his mother shouted.
"Coming, just give me a minute."
"No more minutes for you! Come down here at once or I will go up and smack that TV", she shouted angrily.Rahul is now powerless. He is obliged to listen to the 'higher authority'. Turing of the T.V, he stuffed his bag with all the books scattered on his table carelessly, took his watch from the dresser and went down slowly straight to the kitchen.
She was busy preparing the toasts. He sat down quietly before the table. "How many times will I have to tell you to wash your hands before sitting for breakfast!", she shouted yet again. But he didn't paid any attention. He is used to this. Same story everyday. She gave him his usual breakfast and went on her work.
The clock struck eight. And the bus honked. He stuffed in the last piece in his mouth and rushed to the door. " Rahul, it's your first day in this School. A lot of things will be different. You are quite grown up. You need to understand your responsibilities from now on. Be good.", she told softly. He nodded, waved her goodbye and rushed outside the main gate.
They have moved in to this rented 'apartment' last week. Rahul's father have been transferred to this place, in Howrah. He works as a deputy manager in a bank with a nominal income. So, they are on a tight budget each month with house rent over it. The house though small was enough for a family of three, the Roy family.
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