Just three more hours before we leave this house and with this house I will be leaving behind a lot of memories, lot of friends who always seemed inseparable to me till a week ago. It was then, when I first came to know about my father's transfer to a new city. Its funny how things about which you never cared before suddenly become very important and how suddenly you start noticing things around you which were irrelevant to you up to now.
My name is Tarun Verma, 13 years old , student of Std IX, my father works in a Government Bank and so he keeps getting transferred to different places every two or three years. This time he is very happy because he is not just being transferred but promoted too. My mother is busy checking whether she has packed everything or not. She looks very hysterical when she is working and gets angry if we don't do what she says. Just a moment ago she asked if I knew where father is, She is pretty angry at him right now as we have to board the train in couple of hours and my father is no where to be seen.
I don't feel like doing anything, I am too depressed to leave this place. My parents have been trying to convince me how good the new place is and how awesome and better the new school would be. But I am not interested. I keep staring at my empty room and my study table where I have spent many hours preparing for tests to do well. The windows of my rooms are open, I can see the playground where I use to play every evening with my friends. Yes, I doubt if I would be able to meet them in future. Rahul and Kamlesh came to meet me an hour ago, they are my best friend and I remember how we use to make plans for future together. How naïve of us.
We came to this town about three years ago, I don't remember if I felt this bad when I was leaving the last place. may be not, I was too young back then. I don't remember how that place was. I only have some faint memory. Am I going to forget about this place too. No, I can not, I am too attached to this place and I don't think I will ever find friends like Rahul and Kamlesh. I don't know why but I already hate the new city I am going to. My little sister Aditi seems very happy, she is still playing with our neighbor's daughter Renu unaware of the fact that she won't be able to play with Renu after today. But she can forget this place very soon just like I forgot about our previous city. But she has noticed that everything is being packed and so she asked my father over dinner last time if we are going on a vacation,and my father nodded and took her in his lap and started describing how good the new place will be.
The door bell is ringing. I guess father is back. My mother rushed to open the door. I can hear them talking , It seems my mother is scolding my father. I am not sure what they are talking. If my guess is correct my father must be at Gupta uncle's house till now. He is his colleague and good friend, may be my father went to say good bye to him. I remember reading a quote from one of my favorite cartoon strip from newspaper and I can relate to that quote perfectly today.
"Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves and then we have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos."
My name is Tarun Verma, 13 years old , student of Std IX, my father works in a Government Bank and so he keeps getting transferred to different places every two or three years. This time he is very happy because he is not just being transferred but promoted too. My mother is busy checking whether she has packed everything or not. She looks very hysterical when she is working and gets angry if we don't do what she says. Just a moment ago she asked if I knew where father is, She is pretty angry at him right now as we have to board the train in couple of hours and my father is no where to be seen.
I don't feel like doing anything, I am too depressed to leave this place. My parents have been trying to convince me how good the new place is and how awesome and better the new school would be. But I am not interested. I keep staring at my empty room and my study table where I have spent many hours preparing for tests to do well. The windows of my rooms are open, I can see the playground where I use to play every evening with my friends. Yes, I doubt if I would be able to meet them in future. Rahul and Kamlesh came to meet me an hour ago, they are my best friend and I remember how we use to make plans for future together. How naïve of us.
We came to this town about three years ago, I don't remember if I felt this bad when I was leaving the last place. may be not, I was too young back then. I don't remember how that place was. I only have some faint memory. Am I going to forget about this place too. No, I can not, I am too attached to this place and I don't think I will ever find friends like Rahul and Kamlesh. I don't know why but I already hate the new city I am going to. My little sister Aditi seems very happy, she is still playing with our neighbor's daughter Renu unaware of the fact that she won't be able to play with Renu after today. But she can forget this place very soon just like I forgot about our previous city. But she has noticed that everything is being packed and so she asked my father over dinner last time if we are going on a vacation,and my father nodded and took her in his lap and started describing how good the new place will be.
The door bell is ringing. I guess father is back. My mother rushed to open the door. I can hear them talking , It seems my mother is scolding my father. I am not sure what they are talking. If my guess is correct my father must be at Gupta uncle's house till now. He is his colleague and good friend, may be my father went to say good bye to him. I remember reading a quote from one of my favorite cartoon strip from newspaper and I can relate to that quote perfectly today.
"Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves and then we have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos."
Yah very well, little bit touchy and little lengthy. But over all you execute very nicely. Well done!!!
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