I wake up, as I always do, when the sunlight streams through my window. But today is different.
When I look out the window, I can see the children slowly going towards the big maidaan. Some are on their bicycles, others walking casually.
I can see some of my schoolmates too, holding cricket bats, stumps and the COSCO tennis ball. I turn, just for a second, eager to run down the stairs and join them for a game.
Then I see my reflection in the mirror, and sink back into bed, cursing my bad luck to have chicken pox during my summer vacation.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
6th April, 2018)