A Childhood Memory ...

Co-Worker, My Sister Jyoti Singh 

An extract of a childhood memory, 

the main character is ME – Preeti !

My Sister And Me ( Childhood @HPS )

Occasion : Outing with parents on a Sunday 

Venue : A hotel room in Dehradun (Uttarakhand)

Time Alloted : 10 am to 5 pm :(

Specially granted by the hostel authorities. 

We were allowed only on the alternate Sundays

EXT. PLAYGROUND. BOARDING SCHOOL. DUSK

Children are playing in their white and blue games uniform.

It's winter and sun is about to set.

A lady teacher walks upto a petite girl of about five who is

sitting in a circle of 'ringa ring'o roses' with a group of

students.

The teacher has another girl along with her who is holding

her hand.

TEACHER

Preeti Singh!

The girl looks at the teacher.

TEACHER (CONT'D)

You want to see the new mickey

mouse paintings we've got on the

dust-bin in the front lawn?

The girl looks baffled. She looks at the girl with the

teacher but she doesn't get any sign from her.

As she gets up from the circle to go, the girl next to her

whispers to her.

GIRL

I think your parents have come...

PREETI

But new students are not supposed

to meet their parents for two

months.. It's only been two weeks.

The girl just shrugs her shoulders and Preeti walks holding

the teacher's hand.

The teacher walks with the two girls, holding their hands,

towards the front lawn where an old man is drawing a mickey

mouse on the white dust-bin.

TEACHER

Don't you girls like Mickey Mouse?

PREETI

I like Donald Duck!

Preeti looks around as the teacher gets busy with showing the

different paints and brushes to the other girl.

Suddenly Preeti's eyes spot a few people in the principal's

office, across the lawn, looking at them. The office is far

and the dark iron-meshed door prevents her from seeing

inside. The view is very vague.

PREETI (CONT'D)

(shouts)

Mummyyyyy....

She leaves the hand of the teacher and starts to walk away,

but the teacher gets alarmed and holds her back.

The other girl into the direction Preeti's pointing and she

tries to run too when the painter holds her.

The girls continue to scream but the hands of their captors

are too strong.

Their gaze is fixed on the door, but there is to be no

movement behind the door and no one comes out.

They are both dragged from the gravel path, their feet barely

lifting, back to the playground.

The sun sets as the tears roll down on their cheeks.

Let Me Fly .. .. ! 

To be Continued.. ..