Monday morning

The boy was clad in neatly starched school uniform. He was seated in the steps leading to a shop with his hands folded on top of his knees and chin residing on the folded hand.  His face expressed a mild sadness. He had drifted into his own world and was probably worried. What is he thinking about? Not liking the school?  Unfinished play? Un completed home work? Strict teacher?  Dislike to subjects? Comparison ? Upcoming tests? Corrected test papers? Progress report?

 Like a sudden thunder the school van enters the road honking heavily. He is shaken up from his world, applies pressure on the back to lift his bag and hurries towards the van. Once he boards the van, a flock of birds cruise.

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About kpsatish

Enjoy reading, walking and listening to carnatic music. Love to write with fountain pen and occassionaly water colour.
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