Sweet Freedom!

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Thankfully in today’s world, I don’t need to go on a freedom struggle to overthrow any colonizer anymore. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have to fight for freedom anymore!…

It’s Wednesday night, and I’m going to school with my mom, dad and sister, and a packed bag in the trunk. I’m excited- partly because it is windy, partly because my school looks great at night and mostly, because of the adventure awaiting…

I am thinking about all the freedom I would have, all the space and all the time to do all I want! It’s going to be a great time… I pick up the bag and submit attendance, and load the bag in the trunk of the bus… The bus leaving for Solan… For Adventure Camp…

The minutes are mounting as we are waiting for all the children to collect… I am dreaming sweet dreams….

And then the bus starts and my sister rushes up to get a seat for her friends and herself…. I am already loving the space! I am romanticizing with the thought of having the entire bed to myself… getting an extra helping of pasta next morning…. reading into the night for as long as I like! SWEEEEET FREEDOM!

For a second, I jolt out of the pleasures, for farewell, which I do only too willingly.Ā  There is a whole procession of emotional mothers, softing fathers, and ecstatic siblings, all playing dumb-charade with their kids, across the thick-glass windows, some obviously out-doing the rest! I specifically stop mom from delivering what we call the “Caution Speech” and tell my sis to have fun… Then instead of saying the plain old Goodbye, I remember how she loved acting in the ‘Macbeth’ play and mime, “Fair is Foul, and Foul is Fair”.

I am one of the best, and the “coolest” family-members present, and all the girls are looking at my sister and me ‘talk’, with starry-eyes! And finally, they are gone…. And as I sit in the car, the wind is cooler, and sweeter….

And here comes the trouble. It’sĀ  Saturday today. And dad has gone to… bring her back. Oh, these sweet days of boundless fun, of boundless freedom!

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10 thoughts on “Sweet Freedom!

    shivank tathagat said:
    April 21, 2012 at 1:52 PM

    hahahahaha…..so u didnt miss ur sister when she was on her trp??? just enjoyed the freedom!!! šŸ˜€

      Ruchika responded:
      April 22, 2012 at 11:19 AM

      When you know she’s gonna come back and be her usual self again, you cherish every moment of the ‘break’ šŸ˜€

    bhavika said:
    April 21, 2012 at 2:31 PM

    naughty girl šŸ˜‰

      Ruchika responded:
      April 22, 2012 at 11:20 AM

      Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting the ‘Hitler-figure’ I talk of, in this post. And, if you will believe it, SHE is the younger one.

    anuj said:
    April 22, 2012 at 6:58 AM

    good one! the title is apt for describing the freedom for both!! You and yr sister as well !

      Ruchika responded:
      April 22, 2012 at 11:28 AM

      šŸ™‚ After all, even a ‘break’ can seem like freedom!

    anjali said:
    April 23, 2012 at 3:28 AM

    remember constant freedom is no freedom at all.

      Ruchika responded:
      April 23, 2012 at 12:39 PM

      šŸ˜€ Oh yes! It becomes routine!

    saumya marwaha said:
    May 1, 2012 at 10:13 AM

    šŸ˜› wunnerful yaar………n superbly cute ….n yay! bhavi took it in d right spirit!!!!!!

      Ruchika responded:
      May 1, 2012 at 11:29 AM

      She is starry-eyed these days… happy and excited that I am blogging… and if you go through the Silver in the Heart series, you’ll see how important a role, she thinks, she is playing…she is such a critic. I mean, she is literally going, “It’s MY sis’s blog…. I HAVE to be the smart guy behind!” Get the idea?

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