<Back in school>

Joon along with other students had to come in a line with their own plates. They would be served what was cooked not what was wanted. Joon had to eat what was cooked. He looked at the chapati, palak sabji, beetroot salad in his plate.

He sat on his bench, taking the first bite. A drop of tear rolled down his cheeks.

<Back when he was at home>

“No! I dont want to eat this!”, Joon was throwing tantrums.

“Eat it Joon, it is good for health”, his mother had prepared palak soup for him. His mother tried her best to persuade him in having the Palak soup. But in vain..

“No eomma!”,Joon turned towards his mother and with a cute face,”Please prepare noodles for me”, melted his mother’s heart.

“Only this time!”, his mother warned him and went in the kitchen to prepare noodles for him.

Joon sat there waiting with a smile of victory.

“FALL-IN”, the command was already given, bringing Joon to present.

“I am not done yet!”, worried he thought to himself.

“Finish it soon”, his English teacher ordered him as she left to wash her plate.

“Fall-in!”, the second and final call was given which made Joon to quickly stuff the chapati into his mouth and he ran to wash his plate, lest he gets another physical exercise as punishment.

“Put your plate in the dishwasher”, his mother asked Joon once.

“Nooo eomma.. Please you do it”, he left his plate on the dining table and ran out with his bat to play.

After classes, during milk time they all came in a line to the dining hall. Holding their glasses in hand they all stood to get milk served until their turn.

“Milk strengthen your bones, have it”, his mother would roam behind him, all over the living room until he had the milk. But now, he was served milk with a blank face of the cook, nobody to be asking him to have the milk but he had to drink it all by himself. 

Lying on his bed, wide awake, eyes open Joon remembered his life at home. He missed his mother today.

to be continued….