A JOURNEY FROM COMFY TO CREDENCE

A JOURNEY FROM COMFY TO CREDENCE

 

“Wake up, you are getting late”. These voices kept echoing in the house. Soon he woke up to the call of his mother as she was constantly calling him out. As, he opened his eyes, he realized the curtains have been drawn to let the sunlight in. Slowly and briefly his active thoughts rushed through his neocortex and it marked for him, another day of the same boring classes. With a sudden reflex, he threw the blanket to far side of the bed to be arranged by his mom later. Fussed in between the sleep inertia and bore, he rushed to the washroom, and then he could still hear his mom calling out for him. The morning on a usual school day is measured by calls from a mother, rather than ticks of a clock. Once, he came back to his room, he went straight to the cupboard to find the clear cut ironed uniform. Although it kind of seems pretty usual but there is still something special about that uniform.

While he was struggling with his tie, his mother entered the room. Suddenly the room was filled with tenderness and with those relentless wits he looked at his mother. "Maa, please help me with this tie, I'm gonna choke myself" he said. In a moment, the nurturing reflexes of his mother arranged themselves. She placed the tray on the side table. After fixing his tie , pulling up his socks, aligning his belt and combing his hair she slipped some paper money into his breast pocket. The feeling of accomplishment started to prevail and there it was, a grin from ear to ear. He went straight for  that glass of milk and the butter toast. Just not to break the continuous natter, she adjusted her pitch while she went and came back from the kitchen, She bought the lunchbox, water bottle, a towel and some tissues with her. "You're getting late for school", she said. It took him two and a half minutes to finish the breakfast, leaving behind the empty glass whose side were still whitish and the bread crumbs which he didn't like much. The warrior was all set for the day. He straightaway, ran to pick his bag. Well, that's where, he started to complain about the weight of the bag. It was really heavy. Nevertheless, he captured it, hung it up on this shoulders and within a jiff, he was on the main door, waving goodbye to his Mom. With abstemious attitude, he started walking towards the bus stop.

On the way, he kept kicking pebbles, running and stopping and adjusting the straps of that heavy bag. Five minutes for the bus to arrive, and his shoe laces which were tied neatly when he left home are already fettered around his ankles now. He didn't care much about it and soon the bus was in his sight. As he stepped on to the bus, the bus driver welcomed him with an enthusiastic smile. He replied back with a curious smile and ulteriorly turned his head to set the glance inside the bus to find out that the bus was half empty, however the seats in the school bus are almost always prebooked, not by the rule of law but by human instinct of favoritism. So much so he wanted to sit on the back seat beside that window, but he recalled, juniors are not allowed to sit there, again by the law of human instinct of favoritism. Taking a seat in the 2nd row, he stuck his head out to feel the fresh air. The bus rode through the difference parts of the city, picking up other students on its way to school. Morning time in the bus truly has a very different essence.