Outside the Window

The material that is being discussed in the classroom is lifeless. My eyes start drooping when my brain cannot handle the monotonous tone of the professor. Looking for a diversion, I glance outside the classroom window.

The rough shaggy, blue-green grass spans out through the whole football field. The sea of blue above is painted with splotches of fluffy white clouds. The sky and the ground meetup at the horizon while the sun is shining bright up high in the sky.

The dark green trees span around the ground randomly while their green leaves sway away with the wind. A murder of crows glides through the fluffy cotton balls and out of my field of vision

The chirping of the birds can be heard through the molten silica. The singing of the cuckoo was like music to my ears and was enough to free me of my woes. The soft breeze coming from the window caressed my face in a loving manner. The purple flower bed lined around the grey concrete basketball court was swinging along the waves of the soft wind blowing through.

My eyes wandered around the hills that could faintly be seen from the fog surrounding the valley. The mountain peaks were blurry but one could distinguish their tall and strong nature even from afar. A small wave of smoke could be seen rising from the hilltop signaling a slight forest fire.

I look towards the lively children screaming and dancing in glee jumping up and down the sandpit. Their laughter echo in my head and result in me pondering about me jumping around with them.

I look around to see sweaty bodies running around the green football field competing to get the black and white ball between their two feet and be able to score a goal.

Near the sandpit, two girls sit crossed legged chattering while a ball hits one of their heads. The girl stands up a scowl palpable on her face as she runs red from fury or embarrassment.

My thoughts from them are disrupted as the people on the football ground erupts into cheers. The players run around in circle holding each other. The cheerleaders somersault back and forth laughing and screaming in happiness.

The enticement can still be heard from the crowd.

Soon after, the bright yellow sun hides behind big grey clouds but its rays still bleed through them. The heavy grey fluff cannot handle it and starts pouring out. At first it is just slight; little droplets were falling but there is no trace of it on the ground. It is as if the grey, lifeless, monotonous and confined ground sucked in the little freedom the colorless droplets has.

Then the rain starts making a statement. The previous droplets is followed by random pitter-patter. Within seconds, the rain aggravates and the same tiny droplets force the leaves of magnificent trees to fall down. But, the sun still shines from within the clouds.

And proves the theory of white light being able to form 7 colors.

The rain starts to subside and the seven-colored beauty stood in front of us. The rainbow stretching from one corner of the world to another. Despite of red, blue, green, orange and yellow being the only visible colors, the beauty of indigo and violet is not gone unnoticed.

My eyes drift towards the children coming out of their classroom and back towards the ground. They point towards the colorful bliss and scream in enticement. The splattering of water on the brown almost black muddy puddles can be heard from the classroom.

I see myself as a child running around splattering in muddy puddles and finding happiness in those little things. I see myself dancing with the raindrops and swaying away with the rainbow.

I see myself cuddled up with a grey cloud calming it down as it pours its sorrows away.

My short time of wonder interrupts as the teacher shuts the frail and iron jutted silver-bordered molten silica.

Photo by cottonbro

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Deserted School | Written by Shreeansha Bhattarai

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