When will the last grain of sand fall;
How much more is there to go?
When does the ticking of the clock stall;
When does my breadth cease to flow?
And since I do not have answer to this question I have to live in oblivion. I have to take each day as it comes but yet look up to the next one that is to come. I have to make plans for the coming day and be ready to deal with every situation life throws at me.
Everyday is a new chapter in the story of life. From the day we are born a story starts taking shape. Each day hold a new adventure. Some may be very thrilling while others may be just ordinary but an experience and lesson nonetheless.
Miles away from home, life in a boarding school is rich with experiences and never to be forgotten lesson.
A measles outbreak is reason for this little six year old girl to be moved to the school infirmary. Her bed is adjacent to a window that overlooks a narrow path leading up to a cottage far away. As the night creeps in so do the spooky stories from the other inmates. The lane is haunted and the window falls just in the path of the ‘ghost’.
With lights switched off in the infirmary rooms there is complete darkness. The hills outside are bathed in a black cover and the moon too is on vacation today. The little rustling of the leaves on the path outside are enough to cause the little soul to jump every now and then. An earnest plea for a bed change had been dismissed because no other bed in the room is vacant and moving to another room is out of the question. Measles is an infectious disease so others cannot be put at risk.
Soon the showers in the sky also run loose and there is the pitter-patter on the tin roof. Sloshy footsteps make the heart skip several beats and tears start rolling down. Curled up in a ball inside the blanket and with bated breath this little girl keeps praying for her safety. She has never seen a ghost or an evil spirit but descriptions and narrations can have a nasty effect of churning up the contents in the abdomen. The pillow covers are soaking with salty tears but the sounds soon start fading. The eyes get heavy and the grip around the knees fall loose. Sleep has found it way into the blanket.
The rays of the sun break through the glass panes and the peaceful sleep is broken. Rubbing her eyes she wakes up to greet a bright and sunny day. The ‘scary’ lane, bordered with beautiful daisies and butterflies fluttering in a playful mood, disappears round the bend. Soon the happy and joyful spirited English teacher emerges from the bend and a smile flashes across the girl’s face. She greets him ‘Good Morning.’
“Are you taking a morning walk?” she asks.
“Good morning dear! I live in the little cottage down this lane.”
Fears are put to rest and ears turned away from ‘stories’. The nights are now tranquil and peaceful. The road to recovery a pleasant journey.