The Wondering Wanderer

When   I reached the school bell had already rung and I ran towards my class; saw nothing there but a water bottle   it was of Gunjan’s, if I remember it correctly, I thought that she must have left it here in first shift, felt relieved and cursed myself for being unnecessarily Sherlock Holmes. As the bell had rung already, I turned back to see my 5 th lesson’s teacher coming straight towards me. I was in a tight spot, so I prefered to run away. I ran until I had left her way back. There, roaming in corridors I had no way to go back home so the best and only way to pass my leisure time was to sit in library, and it was also a way to take a sneaks peek if Gunjan was sitting there or was just showing off in the class. Surprisingly,  she wasn’t there. 10 minutes had passed now only 30 minutes for   6 th period. After the teachers students would disperse from one class to another it would be easy for me to run home.I kept my bag on shelf outside the library,went...

I said yes for the mass bunk idea, but still had a doubt in my mind that some girls might ditch us by coming to school after the break. Like me there were other girls too who had the same question mark on their faces. We all asked each other and vow promises not to come to school after the break, in this kind of situations we must have some kind of assurance. By this we were bound just by a promise, this was the final thing which made everyone settle down and think what they are going to do after bunking the class.  we all would just sleep; because now we were assured that no one will come. Suddenly, Gunjan, raised her hand and said that she won’t do that. I don’t know why people like Gunjan, find pleasure being hated by others and why do they encourage a group of 40 girls to kick on their faces and throw them out of the class. Why people can’t understand that there should be mutual understanding. Why to be so selfish and put everyone in danger? Just to show off you are the ...

I study in a girls’ school which is the campus school of a women’s university. Most of the girls are hostellers and few are day scholars   who do not occupy hostels, they come either out of university or live in the staff quarters with their parents or guardians who work there. I live with my mummy in the campus only. We are given 1 hour break for our lunch after the 4 th  period and remaining all the periods are after the lunch. The   school building is not in floors but has only ground floor and is spread in a very large area. One fine sunny day with little bit of cold breeze, which is less expected in the state of Rajasthan, was  making the leaves of the neem and babool glide.  The black board was unnecessarily being used by some girls to do some equation in chemistry and to flaunt their intelligence. There was no noise  in the class except the fans and the screeching of chalks. 2 nd  period was vacant most ...