When I went to school, they told me different things. Some saw me as a hero, while some thought I'd steal their title of "The coolest boy" Of course the teachers categorised me into the "This boy won't make a success at anything" category or in short words "Trouble maker" When I rummaged through my old school stuff, I found this. A letter.
Tomorrow I'm gonna be sick. You see... Some viruses are planning an attack on me and you know, not that I'm scared of 'em. They can't do me any harm. But you see, there are my friends at school who cannot tolerate getting sick for even a day! I'm a very compassionate boy and so for the welfare of my classmates I have decided to sacrifice two days of school. I shall be back before you know it though.
Thank you Yours sincerely, The-not-so-proper-boy Harish.
Oh my, was I cool! I remember that day I learnt more than what I could have sitting in class for those two days. I went on a trip with my buddies. We climbed the hills, went trekking and hitchhiked the whole way! We bought stuff and shared so many experiences. Ate so much of pizza and soda till we got our wallets empty.
Being a cool kid in school was tough. You gotta maintain that cool image even when you don't feel that cool. Your juniors are scared of you. Your classmates come both as fans and rivals or just simply jealous. And the satisfaction you get on outsmarting your seniors is remarkable.
Marks are never a matter to me. But they mean a lot to my parents. And not passing is not cool, so I just about study to just about pass each year.
Aswathy was a girl with big brown dreamy eyes that looked ready to drift into another world at almost any instant. A ride in the school bus was the most magical thing to her. It took her places. No, not just home to school and back. It took her into a space for imagining all that possibly could be imagined, a place where all what ifs where possible, a land of the most amazing fantasies. The mellow sunshine would warm her eyes to shut and a cool gentle breeze was enough to swipe her off into humming the tune of the song she heard most recently. And then the thoughts would begin to accompany her song. And then without her even realising, she starts watching a story in her mind. Every jerk would suddenly bring her back to the real world and gently remind her of the fact that she is on Earth, after which she would again start flying with the clouds.
Her imaginative brain would never rest. One of her passions to pass time is to decipher shapes in clouds which she was familiar with. She would try finding a dog, goat, grandma-face, notebook, tomato and whatnot up in the sky.
Playing with ants was her current favourite. How she would trouble any random ant that crosses her way! She would build walls with her hand trying to block its path or trap it in a box or even try giving it sugar.
She is an introvert and likes making the best of what life gives her. She may not know the latest fashion item on the front cover of the magazines but she would know the season for milkweeds. She could stare at the rain and get engrossed in it for as much time as she could. She could stand with her fishing rod by a lake for hours on the end listening to the crickets. On a lazy Sunday you are more likely to spot her on the woods than in the city.
On that note, she loves trekking. She fondly remembers the times she went climbing the hills every summer with her family. The sense of having conquered the universe when she was at the peak looking down at the valleys for as far as the eye could see. The blue rivers, green trees and a light mist that covered it all.
What do you want from mom's kitchen As it's Sunday ,I want some spicy chicken
Tandoori chicken, chicken tikka as appetizer So soft Chettinad chicken cooked with butter Bbq grilled chicken or chicken lollipop Gulping creamy soup with parmesan on top Smooth masala flavoured curry Want to taste herbed chicken parmesan without hurry
Listing the items didn't notice the chicken that followed That's why my frightened chicken crossed the road.
It was very much tough to find these items being a veggie.
A limerick is a form of verse, usually humorous and frequently rude, in five-line, with a strict rhyme scheme of AABBA, in which the first, second and fifth line rhyme, while the third and fourth lines are shorter and share a different rhyme
In the process of trying different styles of writing, I just thought I'd write some kind of short story. Whether it is a thriller, horror, or mystery I wouldn't say right away, maybe I'll leave it to you to decide. But your feedback makes all the difference! This story surely has another part lined up. But I'll leave it to you to tell me whether to post more or not. So please feel free to review, suggest and advice whatever comes to your mind. I'll be using #adw_lt to make the posts accessible. Have fun reading!