After a long gap of 2 years staying at home, coming back to school campus I felt like ‘a caged Bird set free to fly in the open sky’. There were no limitations for the bird to fly high, no limitations to sing and be merry.

I did not mind being the same. A bird is so naturally free to be at any place where it wants to be, how it wants to be.

I roamed about in my whole class as if I had been to my granny’s house.

I opened my water bottle and would drink water anytime I wished to.

But having from my tiffin box I had to wait till the short break and lunch break.

I was free to flow my thoughts. It was as if the teacher just lip-moved but I never heard a word in their voice.

The teachers wrote a few notes on the green board which I never actually saw ! So how exactly could I have copied them all !

The teachers wrote few questions on the board and I kept wondering why would all teachers consider writing only questions! I felt it unusual.

When I turned back and forth, all were writing. Why was there so much silence today ? . This continued for another 5 days. All were asked to handover our note books after every first period for the total if 6 days.

Roaming all over the classroom, going out to play in ‘Games’ period, having lunch and breakfast at particular time never stopped.

“We will go at 11:00 to his school”, as my mother announced to my father while having dinner.

I was shocked on why would my parents want to visit school. “Who is your class teacher?”,my father turned towards me while I was in a state of shock, munching my goblet of food.

I looked up slowly towards father, as I swallowed the goblet, then towards my mother who already was looking towards my side. “Ah !”, I stuttered when I realised I don’t even know I have a class teacher.

“Her name?”,my mother added. “I think.. I looked list in trying to remember any teacher’s name that might come to my mind. But I knew none of my Teachers’ names.

“You don’t know her name?”,my father questioned. “Umm..”,no words came out of my mouth. I looked here and there but my parents were looking towards me waiting for my answer.

My senses were not working and I felt as if I was in a frozen state. I was stuck between school and home, teachers and parents, where I could not make out my mind on what is reality. Whom to ask for help and whom to answer to was my question.

I was moving ahead with these thoughts when I reached the classroom. A boy approached me and introduced himself, “Hi I am Jinn. You are the new boy Kookie?” I nodded in dismay for his enquiry.

“I am your class captain for this year. I will help you to get acquainted with our school and teachers. Let you know about our teachers and school rules for students”, Jinn was a kind person who helped me in all ways selflessly appearing out of nowhere.

I even know our teachers names and the subject they teach us. My parents are happy seeing my lively transformation. My teachers are happy for the academic excellence I am producing.

With the thoughts on how Jinn actually wanted to help me, at Cafeteria “You are an Angel Jinn who gave me strength to survive here.”, I appreciated Jinn. “How did you know that I needed help? “, I asked him. “Was it that our class teacher informed you to help me?”, Jinn just sat there smiling, with no reply.

I kept waiting for the answers to my doubts which he never gave an answer for.

Guardian angels are a form of pure spirits, gracing knowledge and love, divine protection and comfort and angels do exist. They come to our rescue and protect us in all forms.

Positive faith is God’s help including angels sent to strengthen us and give us courage to do what is right.