It was a new day, in his case, a new beginning
He was going to stride into a new world
He was energized as it was the first ever time he was
stepping out
He was going to breathe unblemished air,
Knowing, he was about to smell independence for the first
time
He knew his life was going to change
He knew he was going to make his parents proud
He carefully chose his best shirt and shorts for the occasion
He wanted to look good on his first day
He flattened his frizzed hair and combed them down neatly
He thought about all those things he would be away from and
managed a smile, shortly followed by a frown
He believed that like his all other friends, he will also get used
to it with time
His was glad his father was going to accompany him, today
He put on his only pair of slippers and set out on a path he
was awaiting to travel on for long
Starting today, he was going to be someone
All the time on his way, he could not help but look for that
proud look on his fathers’ face
Although he was amazed why he could not spot it, he was sure he
was being blinded by joy
They reached and while his father got talking to a man there,
he checked the new place out
With his heart pounding, he went near and touched a note book,
felt it and smelt its pages
Withholding wonder in his eyes, he viewed the smooth edges
of a crayon, felt the curves of a scale,
Meanwhile, the man
who was talking to his father came next to him and asked him to get a pencil
Understanding that it was time for him to start, he rushed
to fetch it
He found a white pencil with flowers on it and ran his hands
over its long body imagining how it would feel to use it
“Quick! Hand it over, boy. The
customer is waiting “, brought him back to his senses and he longingly
handed it over to a boy of nearly his age, in neat white school uniform who
walked away with his father.
It had begun. The tender hands had seen its fate.
Indeed, his life had changed from that moment on wards.
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| Small hands can handle a pen better. Lend your support to abolish child labor. You know, he might be the next president. |
1 comment:
You really give meaning to your Blog's title - perceptions. How you manage to flawlessly stitch two different points of view like that just amazes me. I think it's fair enough to say that your writing bedazzles me.
And of course, the very sensitive topic that you touched through the eyes of someone in it - I could live your post, and it offers a myriad different pleas for attention. And yet... somehow, somewhere along the line, those are not pleas, but a firm gaze that keeps me locked.
Child labor is a major issue down here, and although claims are that it has dwindled down from it's peaks back a few years ago, we still don't step out of our houses without at least one glance at a child that needs to have an education and not the errands that they're running...
Keep it coming. I'm in love.
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