One Living Life: 2011

Wednesday 3 August 2011

My Childhood Days

“Get up… how many times more do I have to call you?” screamed my mother. Well, school days have always given jobless mothers good jobs. Mothers were usually meant for packing us to school during those days. As I rubbed my eyes and tried to cover them from a streak of annoying light, another scream was preparing to rip my ear-drums apart. The heavy towel landed on my sleepy head making it heavier and the jolt prompting me to take a shower. Momma’s are never good at throwing n catching, but sometimes they are sharp enough. Fast forwarding 15 minutes into the scene, the packing expert my Father had married was professional enough to deliver the consignment just before the pickup rickshaw arrived.