The Last Bell

I was at the trial. The trial with self. The trial that had shaken my whole existence, my body my soul.

My eyes were swollen, my lips were numb, my limbs all cold and stiff.

It was the time to depart from the world that I wished to till the doomsday.

That day in particular was equivalent to what we call the day of destruction.

It was Children's Day and my last day in my school.

I wasn't allowed to go to my classrooms as I had taken a wrong step of leaving the school on Saturday before that.

When I entered the school Monday morning I saw all my kids so happy and playful.

I wanted to hug them but then the bell rang.

The phone bell. I was called downstairs for the formalities. . . . I was numb. Cursing myself for this step. My hands were cold vacating my cupboards and returning the belongings. . . The next bell. . . kids at celebration. . . the next bell, the next bell and the next. . . .

I gathered some courage. Keeping all my so called self respect aside. . . Went to the office of the Principal and requested to reject my resignation. . . .

He somewhat gave a cold look and asked me to wait. . .

The bell rang again. . . Kids flooded to me. I at restriction could not talk to them.

The bell rang, again . . . . again. . . again. . . I am still waiting.