A planned lie

The cricket match was set for the next day. I set the timer, cleaned my bat. Now, nobody could catch my hits.

Next day, alarm woke me excitedly but when I looked at my mum’s phone, it gave me a sight of heat attack. It popped up a message of PTM going to held today. I forgot to tell and it was what I wanted to get forgot as I scored very less almost negligible. But it was much more than I expected. I balance my cricket match with it. Spend a whole hour on my studies. But might be new generation teachers did not have qualities to judge students on their hard work rather on their content in the exam.

I deleted the message from mum’s phone and from my mind too. I could not play my match with an headache. When I prepared myself to leave the house for the ground, my mother interrupted my path and asked me to go to school. The school was not on holiday and my mum would not allow me to do it for a cricket match. I avoided myself from falling in argument and excused that the school gave the holiday because our class teacher had passed away.

My mum got shocked and asked for an explanation. The car accident. These words answered her all questions. She permitted me to go and told to get my food from the fridge as she wanted to got to the shopping mall.

I too permitted her and patted on my back because I gave her a day to relax.

She went to the shopping mall, explored different shops and met her. The lady to whom I declared dead few hours ago was walking towards her. She stopped and waved to my mother. My mother jumped. She told her my explanation. The teacher came there to shop for her wedding and for this she got leave from the school.

My mother could not tolerate this. She bought a new bat for me to surprise me.

In the evening, she and I both returned home and sat on the sofa. We both drank coffee. I told her how was my lucky day benefitted me in winning the match. Now, this was her turn to tell her day. She started by saying that she met a live ghost. I laughed for a moment because I forgot about my lie. Then my memory controlled it and laugh fell to silence.

She gifted me new bat then not on my hands but at the back. That day I swear not to lie and if do, then will make the strongest lie which will be hard to break for my mum.

The pain which I felt today reminded me of my childhood’s incidence.