Resurrection.. A Short Story by Poornima Sony
The sunlight gushed through the window
panes. A new day! A day to rejoice....As the sunlight hit my eyes, I felt it
becoming wet. I tried to concentrate on the blooming buds. It is said that
human life is the last incarnation of a soul....
“Mom, do I have to attend the classes...? Can I take
leave...please...please....”
I knew her answer. So I
continued following my time table. I was late to school, as usual.
“Can't you just change your attitude....?
You're always late to the class....”
Sienna asked me during the interval.
“No way, my dear”.
I told her the truth for
she was my best friend. Punctuality still stands among the qualities I lack.
School is lot more fun when you grow up. Dreams....aspirations light up
your mind as you become mature. The cry baby attitude in you disappears even
though the little baby in you awakes the day before Physics or Maths
examination.
Memories seem like fire...burning my heart...
Social Science period was my favourite, for
it was the only time you could sleep undisturbed. I was an ambitious child with
a cheerful group of buddies.
The English class was
lot more fun. How the class boomed into laughter when I told them that the
boastful frog in Vikram Seth's poem 'The Frog and The Nightingale' resembled
our Academic Coordinator...!!!
Home set your spirits free .When you lose control over the strings on
your nerves, when you are heartbroken, mother's love prove out to be the best
medicine. Home was a place where you could recline
Life was
beautiful.....until....
A cold wind gushed through the window, as
I withdrew my attention from the buds. The window panes struck harshly. The
nurse came in to help me close the windows.
“As a cancer patient, you are supposed to lie down and take rest”
she scolded me. This is the third year of
my residence at this wrenched place.
Life was sailing smoothly until
we discovered that the unusual pain occurring in my stomach was the result of
stomach cancer......
The real beauty of life lies in its
discovery. The luckiest one unfolds it. For me, 'today' is a fact, 'tomorrow'
is a fantasy...
As the sun began to shine brightly, the
curtains could no longer hide its shimmer. My heart was burning
.......Dreams.....aspirations....
I felt my heartbeat chanting;
“ I will be back....! ”
Story by Poornima Sony, XI B
Story by Poornima Sony, XI B