An original story on reflection from memories, written by our student Tanvi Dash.

Tanvi is 14 years old young writer from Hyderabad. Dancing is her passion. We are proud to have her as a student of the Little Writers Program, an Online Creative Writing Program using Applied Storytelling & Applied Theatre tools under the mentorship of Trainer Khusshbo Chokhaani. We congratulate Tanvi for this exemplary true self-expression.

An Ambivalent Memory

The recess of our school was always a messy time. At this time in our school, students are all over the place. The air was filled with paper planes and children of all ages battling around with their notebooks. An awful odor of food fills the air and the stairs are always jammed with gossiping children. We enjoyed recess a lot.

This was the time when we get to talk, play, loiter around, or do anything we want. On one such messy, noisy recess, my friends Avishkaa, Vanya, and I were rushing to the washroom. Vanya had borrowed Avishkaa’s pen for the previous period. She kept it on a nearby desk for Avishkaa to take it. In a hurry, Avishkaa threw the pen aiming at her school bag. Unfortunately, the pen went straight through the window and fell three floors down. Now we had no idea where it was.

We were in a great dilemma, next was computer period and if Sabitha ma’am saw us late for class, it wouldn’t be fun. But, if Avishkaa lost her pen today, all of us would have to bring our pens from then on. We decided to take the risk and search for the pen. All three of us ran to the ground floor, greeting every teacher who passed us. We searched the entire school campus but it was nowhere to be seen.

Then, bravely, we went into the corridor near the playground. There were rumors about it being haunted. People avoided using this corridor. The yellow paint on the ceiling was peeling off and there was no one else except us. We could hardly see. The corridor had only two windows and the old, dim, fluctuating tube light. There it was! We found the pen! It was lying on the other end of the corridor.

We were overjoyed. We hurriedly climbed up the stairs which were now quite empty and dashed into our class. As soon as we saw Sabitha Ma’am waiting for us, we froze because of fear and shock. Our faces turned pale. We all knew what was waiting ahead of us. The next moment, all three of us were standing outside our classroom with our hands in the air, trying our best to control our giggles and laughter. We could not believe what we had done that day.

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