It was four or five days after my birthday when it all started. The days were gloomy, not the weather, but the atmosphere in my house. Most of them were almost the same. There were only two words audible to my ears-
"Study" and "Boards"There were a few things that happened every day, like a time table. I used to get up around 7. There used to be a few books kept in front of me, but i simply ignored their presence. My mom used to come and tell me to study, and sometimes i got the words of wisdom from her. I used to take my books and go to my room (it used to feel like a well decorated prison cell). I used to read a few pages and solve the occasional numerical. I used to feel so bored that i created a new pass-time for myself- "staring at the clock".
After an hour or two i used to sneak out of my house and go play with the gang. When i returned home, my mom would be ready to shout at me. Things used to get crazier than usual sometimes. I would get angry and slam my room's door, sit aimlessly and think whether the others were facing the same music in their homes. One day, i heard the sound of my mobile vibrating. I was too angry to pick it up at that moment. A few hours later, i checked the inbox and saw a few messages from my friend saying:
" Hey dude wassup. How much have you covered? I am not having any interest in opening the book....... and the quarrels make it even more frustrating......need to know whether i am alone in this matter.....do reply...."Then i realized that i am not the only one facing the music. Reading that message gave satisfaction and an unexplainable interest to revise my chapters.
I still can't make out why i got that feeling, but that feeling makes those days worth remembering now........
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