School was the place I loathed the most. I was tired of the weird way of eyeing of the teachers. I found no interest in learning the letters or the numbers. Nor I wanted to learn about the earth or the place we live in. The only reason I went to school was Madam Michel - the music teacher. I loved music. Miss Michel once gave me an orange candy and therefore I loved her too. When she sang in her fruitful voice, everyone of the class left their work and listened to her song. So melodious it was. She seemed to me an angel. I never missed her class. Her voice made me forget all the bitings received for not learning the multiples of two. Eva and I were good friends of Miss Michel. She even shared her lunch with us.
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At school, my friends, which I recently made, say I talk like elder people. Eva also comments the same. I'm mature before age, they say.
That was a thought out of my reach. I could not understand what they talk about. When I tell mom about their comments, she says "you've seen most of life in such a small age. So, you are mature and a pretty girl as well", she would explain me with a bright and wide smile at the end.
Her sentences would continuously hit the walls of my brain. "You're a pretty girl as well!" I would wonder if I'm really pretty. But how do you know if someone is pretty? After a conference of long time with myself, I found that whosoever looked 'like me' would be called pretty.
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Finally Yule is here and I got a new story book and two candies of jaggery and tamarind. I loved the candies and loathed the books. Reading a book was a nightmare for me. Love and loath. How can they win over each other at the same time? A person might be very strong to carry the very intense feelings together. Does the feelings rule him or he rules them?
My brain is the home of wry thoughts. I was deepening more into them when a knock on the window pane startled me. Two large blue eyes with a sheen of happiness stared at me.
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Ephemeral Lilacs
General Fiction" I love simple things dipped in love. Like the crimson violet lilacs that grow near the temple lake with threads of green algae knotted together with love. With a shade of orange falling from the aspen leaves when touched by sunlight "
