Spark of Life
719 Words
So the day was beautiful, except for the fact that my eyes were closed, but one doesn't need to see it, one has to feel it! And I had in fact grown used to the practice of closed eyes routines.
It was the beginning of October, the only month that wasn't either too hot to be sweating your clothes nor too cold to wrap up in a bundle of clothes. Pleasant sun and a pleasant morning wind.. Decked in Diwali….Vijayadashami..and a week full of holidays..!!!
What could be more exciting than mere public holidays to a girl of 14 dumped with books books and books.
I wanted a change in the same old routined life… everything repeated like the days in a week.. nothing would change except my grades that went from A to E and the tantrums my mum could possibly throw.
I wanted air… a break from the morning 6 to noon 2' o'clock schooling! And the 3 to 7 tuition that grilled my brains with apparently no weekends!
Weekends were spiritual with Church classes and prayer meetings, and dance class around the nooks and corners of my time table.. the rest was history.
I was almost at the pop bubble stage when these holidays barged in. I CAN'T explain my happiness, but however the holidays started with a prayer meeting on a Thursday evening.
By the end of the service, they passed flyers all over the place.. with big bold captions saying,
Good God - Retreat for Children
Ages 13 to 19
From : Friday to Sunday
" Lead your child in the path of the light "
The very moment my parents saw it, they eyed at me, "Join now. Joanna, Christina, Mary, even your friend Neelima is going."
"A break from academics to focus on God should go wasted.!" Well that's how my dad concluded before he proceeded to pay the fee at the JesusYouth Counter.
Hah' All my sleeping plans and late night series were once again off into garbage like ever before.
I was to be up and shine in the morning around 7 and off to church for this one hell of retreat until night 8 !
How great could it be????
And yet I could see happy faces, excited about the retreat !
Dude, it's a retreat!! Not a concert ! I wanted to howl, though I couldn't!!!! RETARDS.
So, yeah and there goes my plans in vain and my mom's smile in gain! And my tears in hidden pain. Oh, did that just rhyme? Wasn't intentional anyway.
All that night I stayed up staring at the pitch black ceiling and the tiny green light on the air conditioning, thinking of what I would do for a whole 3 days, 12 hours × 3!!!
By the time I could devise a plan to be off to proper sleep, I think I was already asleep!
And before I could hardly feel my sleep, I was being yelled at!
"You don't want to be late on the first day? Do youu???, Papa has work after he leaves you by church, so get ready and leave earlier!!!"
Okay! That was my mom's voice.
Whether it was a request or a command, you don't have to be bothered about it anyways. Because they all sound the same!.
So just do what she says or she might just walk in with the broomstick .
I was all set for the day. Packed and sacked ! Dressed up in the yellow of all I could find that closely looked yellowish in the house. Yellow pants and a yellow basic tee with a yellow printed coat over it.
It was my birthday dress in April that year. And along with it went my yellow shoes ! My mom loved seeing me in hair bows. Makes me look cute' she says.
So yellow hair bow it is. And there my sister comes with yellow earrings. Can't really 'No' to your 5 years old sister.
So you do have an idea of how it must have looked.
Well it really did make my dad turn an eye at me, for he is this guy who literally doesn't notice what one wears.
And threw my brown monkey sling bag and bud goodbye to mom, little did I know what I was going to face the whole time I complained in the car while my dad drove.
I got out and bangedd the door. Acted like I didn't hear his 'Bye', and walked off.
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