Walking on the left side of the street, the cruel burden of sorrow persuading me to hang my head down. Tears rolled down my cheeks incessantly. As I attempted to wipe them with my extremely little hands, the monogram on the left side of my uniform caught my attention. I was too small to understand what it was.
My mother stopped walking and so did I. I looked up and found a building, painted in crimson red and creamy white, in front of me. As soon as we reached the main gate, a middle-aged man, dressed in khaki clothes, approached us. He asked me my name. I was too shy to speak. He had a swift look at my identity card hanging around my neck and held out his heavily-built, masculine hand. I wrapped my arms around my mother's waist in a tight embrace as to never let go and burst into a puddle of tears. She crouched on the floor beside me so as to reach my height, held my round face in her motherly and affectionate hands and said in a broken but sweet voice, " This is your school, dear. I'll be back to take you."
The man took me inside the building, my school, into a room. I saw several desks arranged in proper rows and columns. On these yellow and blue tables and chairs were seated other children, who I assumed were my age. I was amazed to see all of them dressed up exactly like myself. (Also, they were weeping like I was.) The puzzled expression on my face vanished and was replaced by a vague satisfaction with a twinkle in my eyes when I saw the walls of the room on which were drawn my favourite cartoon characters, painted with bright hues.
As I stepped inside, a woman walked up to me. A pretty, young lady with big sparkling eyes and a cheerful countenance. She was dressed in a saree just like my mother. She bent over and smiled at me like an angel and said in an eloquent candid voice, "Look at you, so strong, you are not crying like the others!" Until then I had not realised it!
Time flew by like the wind, so fast, so soothing. Fifteen years have passed. Right now I am standing on the ground, at the centre of the basketball court, from where I am able to see the entire campus at once. Gazing at the building, as if capturing a mental picture to reminisce it my entire life. The picture vanished when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and felt the same warmth as I had at that time. The same angel-like smile on her face. Only now, she didn't have to stoop over!
Walking on the left side of the street, the cruel burden of sorrow persuading me to hang my head down. Tears rolled down my cheeks incessantly. As I attempted to wipe them, the monogram on the left side of my uniform caught my attention. It read "Let your light shine."
