Back From School

One dull afternoon I left my school. I had no interest in staying in the school to be humiliated. My mathematics was poor or one can say I was poor at math. My calculations were fine until letters replaced numerals.. had lost all hopes of recovery..

Strolling along the kiosks with a kind of vacuum in my mind I reached the place where my mother worked as a staff nurse. A place of green and white. The patients who lost their mental self for ages hovered, wandered and a few stayed behind the nick...I had no fear as I had been watching them from the day I treaded with difficulty with no teeth.. To me their lives were better, in green clothes, they were like " green is the faraway hills " my childhood had this part with no surprise or shock.

Holding the handle of my bag I headed straight to the aunt, my mom's colleague, to know if she was still busy with the patients. Ms.Margaret nodded assertively. Tired, parched and dull I left my bag on the pavement stone with annoyance in such a way that the lock of my bag opened and one of my math notebooks with all unfinished problems fell on the ground stained. Having no inclination towards the loathsome piece of my life, I minded little of my bag and the notebooks. I started moving to the block where my mom aids the medicos for treatment. It was a wide ground with blocks, kiosks, and wards everywhere.

Even my school seemed adjacent to me than finding my mom in the asylum aka. hospital. I walked, strolled and ran and strolled again with a little energy to endure the heat in the partly clouded afternoon...I sprung to the large stairs with my hand on slippery rungs. Slightly hitting, touching the patients and the staff from the stairs to the corridor I sensed a touch of uncle Steve who I had seen for a few weeks. A weak, lean figure with glasses. A patient who forgot everything of his life walked straight like an exhumed corpse brought to life. He neither screamed nor disturbed the hospital members from the day he was admitted. His friend paid visits once in a fortnight and that was all I knew of him through my mother... I peeped into the window to catch my mother's glimpse..She delved so deep into the patient and had no idea of my presence.

Bewildered yet got used to such circumstances, I passed that place moving slowly to the pavement where I left my bag and notebooks. I stood near the refrigerator to have some water; gulped many times till I got the feeling that I was done. I walked reading the history in portraits, some direction indicators, science facts, chronologies, some rooms with patients, closed doors of emergency. I descended to the ground floor wiping my perspired face with a tie reached the place finally.

The loathsome notebook was left open to my surprise with a pencil left aside. I hardly remembered how I left my bags and books. I stood near the opened math notebook and looked around and as my eyes slowly fell on my notebook I was stunned. Those unfinished math problems were solved with perfect steps. Even the problems which confound even the best of the students of my class. I sat on the pavement stone scrutinizing all the sums of hell done with perfection. I felt it solved by some professional hands who currently would have topped at some topnotch institution and would have his colours flying with a victory.

Someone worth a professor, a doctor, or an expert of rocket science. I stood a dumb sixteen in front of those solved problems with diagrams. Dumbfounded, surprised I stood up again, moved my head like a startled bird of nowhere.The water I just had dried with no trace in the throat. In a less crowded ground, I found patients and staff. Some patient's hands were held by the staff, taking them for lunch and medicine..I didn't know what tolled my head at that time, I turned around and saw a tall, thin figure was taken by the staff by his side. A man who forgot everything of his life, walking like a child of three to the mess hall...