Summary on through a coloured glass
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The day has ended. And it is night once again – both without and within. The clouds are staring at me blankly in the same manner as I am. Tired of unfinished stories and broken micro tales, my pen is craving hard to write something deep, something that it desperately wants to share with the world. But the mind is still blank today. What shall I exactly write right now? Shall I write about the days when ma used to make roasted corn for us during the monsoons? Or shall I speak of those moments when my grandma used to take me into the land of mythology where I used to meet Mata Sita, Maa Parvati, Lord Shiva and so many other characters who have created a great impact in my heart and life?
Those days were some of the colourful days of life which would elevate my spirit to great ecstasy. Everything was so full of colour and bloom. The little ‘me’ saw life through coloured glasses tinted with rose pink, red and ocean blue. It was not always happiness; sometimes sadness wrapped my soul too, but there was a certain innocence in all the good and not-so-good stuff surrounding me. And today when I open my assignment notebooks and pdfs, those tiny heart-sinking ‘peacock’ notebooks start appearing before me which contain my little multiplications and additions. They seem so pretty and innocent to me today and so do those gruesome days when I used to come back home mumbling about my next day maths problems to be solved. Weren’t those ‘Homeworks’ more lovely than these eye draining assignments! How badly I miss those innocent ‘homework’! I may get a million more assignments and project work in life, but shall I ever get homework like before!
Now, when I feel hungry in mind and not-so-hungry in the stomach, I often gobble a packet of chips or a Haldiram bhel to satisfy myself. But will it ever be able to replace those two rupees ‘Jhaal muri’ ( chilly puffed rice) we bought outside our school premises? We all had our own special requests to uncle like adding some more or less ‘khatta’, potato or chilli into it. I used to prefer the one with more ‘khatta’ and potatoes. Sprinkling a pinch of masala from every container present, we would be served with the yummiest street snack. Would this formally wrapped ‘bhel’ ever be able to render us joy like the ‘Jhaal muri’ offered in handmade cones and newspaper bags did!
I am sitting here still, staring at the heavy black canvas, but they are not blank now. I can observe those freshly painted memories of childhood floating so freely without a tinge of fear or suspicion in their paths. Those are the old memories fleecing in my thoughts – such innocent and beautiful memories. Life is still good and fine today, but I really wish I could see life through coloured glass like before. A little tired of these heart-sinking assignments and projects, my heart wants to just run away from this crooked mess at times. A time may come in every college student’s life when he/she would just feel like running away from these undecipherable pieces and stuff. What if we all wake up one morning and receive that pending piece of homework once again! We all would love to solve it in time. Isn’t it? Let us hope for that day!
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when i saw across, few children were playing. i was not able to see them properly as i was seeing through a coloured glass. they seemed to be poor and lonely. when i stood up and went to them i said hello and they seemed to be eager about my question but i was expecting a answer. i waited for a minute or two but they didn't ope they mouth. that was strange for me. then among them one was doing action and i understood that they were disabled and didn't had ability to speak.