Examinations!

Hell-time!!! :D

Long gone are those times when my brain could catch up a line so easy. Now, I have no more in me those same motivations, those crazy drives and the burning zeal to score high. I am done with examinations and the late night-"red-eyed" awakes! I am worn through time and so tired of scanning through zillions of words never seeming to end, I give up. I am withdrawing from this race of exams and I hope God will help me for this one last time.

A Riveted Recall

I ran down the whacky stairs, opened the creaky door and galloped down the narrow marshy path. I looked at my watch, it frowned a 7:55 am back to me. Oh no! I was late for my school. I have to cover 45 minutes' walk in 5. I tried to take a 10 millisecond pace faster but it all seemed like the pace unchanged. I tried for a run and hoped to run at the horses’ pace but I saw my legs entwined and as reluctant as the angry Ox off the field.

The path was wet and muddy, the grass across so proud and standing-wearing those last droplets of rain, ready to twinkle in the rising sun. A gust swept through me and I could smell the sweet happy sandalwood scent dancing the tune of the wind. It was such a sweet morning but hell I was late! I grumbled through my clenching teeth, "Why is it so unfair?"

Just then I happened to look down at my feet and I was dumbstruck. There was the goofy old slippers, staring back the most ridiculing smile. What’s happening to me?

I came to a complete halt. There was no way I could go to my school like this. I could feel my insides panic and my heart was throbbing with fear. I said, "All is well" and wished I could fool myself for once. With a jump, I woke up from my sleep and I was never more thankful. I looked at my watch and it waved back a 6 am early morning hello.

I whew out a breath of relief and prepared my careful start for the day. There was still one hour left when I was ready and went to wear on my shoes. I pulled out my most elegant from the collection and slipped it through. On the rack was the goofy old shoes, I looked at it and smiled back the smile full of pride. Then finally I was out for good.

The morning went through so well and I had completely forgotten about the dream. The bell rang for lunch and I could hear my stomach roar with hunger. I pulled out my tiffin and opened the box expecting the same kharang I supposed I filled in, but my jaw dropped low with despair when I saw a small note instead. I was overwhelmed with fury and literally led out a cry but then I realized that the note was from me. It read:

Dear me, 

I know you are surprised and in shock right now, but it is me- actually you. I am here to tell you that life is not always fair, so stop complaining!

What is happening to me?

First # note.

I was wondering in this aisle to heaven when suddenly I tripped my feet and fell to my world. It was then that I realized that nothing eye-catching, nothing breath taking and nothing wonderful came to us easy. It was I who had to earn, so here I am, taking my first step into the sea of bloggers. Welcome ME!!! :)