Today I’m not posting any poem… But a story, whose memory will never be obliviated (erased) through my mind… It’s a bitter story…..
It’s a story having association with my school….I can name it as an incidence as well😅
So it’s in winter…. My teacher (my favourite one😅) selected me for a competition which was to be held online throughout India…. Related to commerce…. They had lot of expectations from me… That I could crack this…… So as I, because I loved accountancy and business studies…. But God has another plan for me…. In total contrast to my expectations …… I had neither eaten any dangerous food stuff which could harm my health……. All healthy food I’d been taking but even then I got ill 🤒 the night before the day.
But it wasn’t severe… It was mild enough that I can manage…. There were butterflies in my stomach about that competition, cause I’d worked hard for it… And also anxiety running through my veins…
The next day I woke up in fever… That’s very unfortunate for me… The pain was searing in my whole body… But still I got up and got ready for the school…. I was running out of my strength but still I carried on… My head throbbed with pain….. I still continued… Taking some medicine to tackle up just for the competition… Just for the teacher who’d trusted me, for the week I’d worked hard for it…. But sometimes things doesn’t work like you want it to be. I wasn’t able to eat… But I had to… Because my father wouldn’t allow me go without having my breakfast…… But my body refused to let in food… I didn’t even have the strength to swallow the food… But I struggled…. Just gulped it forcefully….. It took me half an hour just to eat… And at last I had completed my BREAKFAST. My father got up to escort me to the school only to find myself looking pale…. He advised me to take rest and avoid school.. But I resisted.. “I want to go to school…. I can’t throw away someone’s trust… I have to go” All these thoughts were racing through my mind..
I was coughing heavily, and suddenly my stomach contracted… I ran fast as I could to the washbasin…. Chunks of partially digested chapatti and dal spewed out of my coughing, choking mouth. My stomach kept on contracting violently and forcing everything up and out. My face was white and dripping bile, sweat, and tears
I could not move, I was feeling weak. I sank to my knees and retched until only clear liquid was coming up. My father fetched me a glass of water… And I fainted to the bed..
Next, I become conscious after an hour approximately half past nine. I couldn’t move only my mind was working… Filled with guilt, remorse, sadness, worry of breaking the trust…
My father had already informed my teacher about my condition and was very firm to not let me go to school…
At 9:40 phone rang beside me, I received it without seeing the name….. it was my teacher who called me… He was asking me what happened… meanwhile my father came and took the phone…. I realised that my teacher was urging my father to send me because my name has already been registered and my other two partners can’t continue without me (there was webcam also to inspect)…….
I gathered all my courage just to sit there… Not to spoil others competition as it was a team work… I tried to persuade my father and mother that I was alright(even though I wasn’t) and got there to school just in time
I was blank, all blank… None of information, I read for weeks striked….. I was helpless I couldn’t answer the questions…. my mind had gone numb… There was emptiness in my mind just saddens and guilt filled my mind but still i gathered all my strength to answer those questions… But I know it wasn’t going to be fruitful… I wasn’t going to fill those expectations of mine and others…. Because of that… Because of the all the possible strength I used at that time i suffered for more than a week….. For three days I was bed ridden….. For the rest I was doing nothing….. Just numbness surrounded me and engulfed me… I had everything which people had in parts…. Cold, cough, severe headache, nausea, dehydration all together, horse voice, viral.. Lot more….
And that was the day I realized that just like we say female teachers are like mother… Male teachers are like father… Indeed he took care of me just like my father sitting there till the quiz ends… Asking in between anything I need….. That day my respect for him lifted more……
From reading this did you reconcile anything related?? Feel free to share… Comment section is waiting for you!!!!!!