Irreverence - The internal conflict of a child

I felt my heart pound as I stood on a platform to witness my school assembly. All my schoolmates threw an occasional glance at me and laughed. A person standing on the platform was an open invitation to mock. The indignation prevented even the tears to come out of my eyes. Who wants to come out and feel despised? Tears were no exception. I started recounting the events which led to this. “Stanney, Stanney!”, I heard these words amongst condescending laughter as my classmates shook me. I could see my whole class laughing either directly at me or giggling with their hands sensitively closing their mouth. Jim, who was next to me pointed me to the Geography teacher, Mrs. Smith. There she stood with her eye piercing my mind with the intention to tear me down with her righteous condemnation. ‘What could I have done wrong while standing with my class in the school assembly’, I thought. Whatever it was, there was a sense of usuality and a burst of fear in me as I stood with my hands tied ...

I finally got the experience of what falling from a height feels like. It was an encounter I feared for long. My eyes stretched to its limits, my pupils dilated, my skin decided to go slower than my body and my mind spewed melancholy at the speed of light as gravity accelerated my body towards the rocks. The confusion in my small head perfectly captured the dystopia and paradox of my life. The pleasure of not having to face tomorrow and fear of the pain the collision will cause, tap danced through the vehicle of thoughts. The pain of missing my loved ones was overbearing accompanied by musical harmony in the background. I wished I could have written down the notes dissipating from my thoughts. The ironic pleasure ending the desponded life was corrupting the beauty of the notes.  Does time freeze when one falls freely? I definitely felt that way. I wondered if this was the relativity my teacher was teaching in the class later that day. The dismal green building of my school an...