Decoding The Message

Rahul, a 5 yr old boy, was very upset..he was scared for his teacher had written a note on the diary and asked him to get it signed by his parents...he looked in a daze...he knew not what the note was about n resultantly an avalanche of doubts descended down on him....he was too young to understand it nor did he have sense enough to ask someone for decoding the note to him...he was sweating...father's draconic face flashed before him with his eyes bulging out at him during the interrogation...mom's piercing voice as if all hell would break had already started jingling on his ears...and then the consequent ban on video games, cartoons and spicy items, brought palour on his face...suddenly the school bell rang n he left for his house...his legs failed him..he felt completely weightless n thoughtless with something buzzing in his ears..how insignificant had life become in the last few hours! How was the time racking n torturing him beyond his age and tenderness...how discriminating n insensitive God was that poured on his gentle mind the thunderbolt of apprehension...being lost in thoughts, beguiled the time...n he looked up n found that he was on the threshold of his house that was at a stone's throw from the school...soon he sighted his mom who was serving lunch to his father..he looked at both of them trying to discern their mood from their countenance..but alas! It was not in his age....Then without any reason, as if acting on an impulse, he darted towards his parents n kissed them both frantically......n on and on...till he could......