On Holidays
Summer is here, and exams are over. It is hard to believe that a year is past now. I am supposed to leave the hostel. Taking my bags along with me in the hot burning sun, draining me. I'll be in the train soon enough on the way to home. Yes, home! A place to always get back to, back to being yourself. Oh, holidays! How exciting! Two months? I'm going to do something this time. Starting with sleeping first. Missed mum and dad. They would be happy to have us back home. Then? Everyday, the same monotony of life. Get up, there's nothing to do. Go back to sleep. There's nothing to do. How I wish I'd be busy! Want to take a trip? There's no money, sit still! Papa, I want to do ....... Dear, get a glass from the kitchen. Open the door! Lazy kids! Clean your room. Have you taken a bath? Where do you want to go? My kids don't like it here. This city sucks, mom! Why do people stare so much? It's too hot! There's nothing happening! I have had enough! I want...