"Everything happens unexpectedly.... but that's the way...."
THE DAY WAS GOOD AND WARM AND friendly especially to the people like me with infinitely poor physical resistance. I felt fresh and excitement filled my vacuum brain, but didn't know why? Maybe because the day is going to be special or maybe not. It was just few days staying as a dayscholar as I couldn't fully endorse the hostel life, especially waking up on time.
I, with hardship, completed my boarding for past two years and we
the four naughty guys unilaterally came to the decision of staying as a dayscholar.
I woke up abruptly when alarm clock, a brand Titan watch, shows slap bang 6:30 a.m. I was really enervated tossing and turning after the prolong BS chats on Facebook the antecedent day. What a bloody hell is this media, really addicted. As long as I could reminisce, it was around 2:00 A.M. that I borne on playing, but thank God I still have some more minutes. I kicked the mattress and leaped out of it.
I entered the bathroom and washed my body with dettol soap. And did the morning household chores speedily. The morning was so marvellous with a dazzling sun striking the adorable planet. I could glance the forest thickly enveloped with ever-green trees enjoying the warm company of the luminous sun and the variety of creatures, too; a heaven of diversity.
What is more, fleshy lush leaves that dance under influence of gentle breeze flavours the beauty of the pre spring days. Despite I was a bit late, it was one of the splendid days I ever came about to enjoy.
"Mom...is my breakfast ready?"I said idly.
"Yeah, already. I think now it has been cooled as well. You lazy fellow, come fast." She replied courteously, mother love is eternal------never ending and the greatest of all.
I breakfasted my meal speedily; wore my gown; perfumed with civet; bid adieu my parents and wearing a jolly mask on mine face left for the school.
I had almost travelled half-an-hour when I realized it was the 37th Birth Anniversary of our beloved Fifth Dragon King, usually pronounced as a Druk Ngada Gyalpo. Bloody hell! I again turned back home to get some notes for the day. I forth put to make it a memorable celebration.
"Dawa...are you mad today. Why are you again? It's late." Asked my dad who was milking the cow.
"Ah! I forgot to take some notes because I had kept my words to my friends that I would make today a memorable day." I replied.
After that I headed home which took me nearly a minute or two.
"Dawa...why you again....?" Inquired my mom who was feeding the piglets.
"To take some notes." I replied.
"Are you making use of the money judiciously?" She inquired rather economically.
"Yes Ama...today is my turn to give treat to my friends." I replied putting them in the last part of my laptop-bag.
"OK son, as you wish but don't waste it lavishly and fly it in not allowed spheres." She advised caringly as I am ae son of my parents, washing the dishes.
"Tub Ama.....I won't spend it in not-to-lavish area and carelessly." I responded adjusting the bag at my back.
"Tub tub, I fully trust you." She said smilingly, another wonders of mother's love.
I again headed towards school with my three naughty friends. It wasn't a long stay in the school as we just joined about six to seven days before and I was feeling so enraptured to meet mine adorable accomplices and some naughty, too, after a quite long vacation.
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