A hot Indian sun shone through the white curtains of John's bedroom. He turned over in bed, ignoring the sun's call to wake up. Not to be ignored, it shone into a mirror standing on the right side of John's futon, reflecting a bright glare onto his sleepy eyes.
"Okay, I'm awake," he said groggily, sitting up. Satisfied with his acknowledgement of the new day, the sun dispersed it's reflection, leaving john to rub his stunned eyes. Though he wanted to move the mirror, the glare served as a useful alarm clock. Sitting up in bed, He began brushing his black hair in the small mirror, talking to the reflection as to a familiar friend. "Did you enjoy my graduation?" Not waiting for a reply, He continued, "I'm so glad you could come! My parents meant to be there, but something came up. I'm sure they would have come, if they could." His face fell a little, but brightened upon the next thought, "Mrs.Lawrence, our teacher, called us 'Gentleman' at the ceremony yesterday. She never called us that before," john added quickly, as if Mrs.Lawrence address to her students was proof enough of his Manhood. John picked up his diploma, and read it again, savoring every word.
The Madison University hereby certifies that John has fulfilled the requirements needed to graduate.
John has honored his Dept HOD, Mrs. Lawrence, by finishing first in his class.
He ran his finger along it's edges lovingly, for this small piece of paper represented long hours of tedious work. A satisfied smile parted his lips. "They will be proud of me now."
John's bedroom was not actually a room at all. Wooden partitions fenced off a small square of space from a larger room, making up three of his walls. The bedroom was just big enough to comfortably accommodate a futon and a small mirror given to him by Mrs.Lawrence ,the partitions stood up against the wall, encircling the only window in the small apartment. JOhn loved to set his room up around this window, for at night, he would stare dreamily out and imagine himself strolling through a Indian garden, inhaling the fragrant honey of the nearby flowers. He would keep this picture in his heart as he slept, and would dream of it as a baby craving for it's mother. A peaceful smile would often creep across John's face, making him look beautiful and serene. What a pity that his parents never noticed this nightly transformation!
John carefully folded up his partitions, taking care to do it quietly. His parents slept in a partitioned room against the opposite wall.
Quietly, he put away the futon and placed his mirror on the window's ledge. John tiptoed to the kitchen, and knelt next to a small stove with one burner. It stood solemnly beside a tiny refrigerator that sat on the Redoxide floor. Unstacking some containers in the corner, he pulled out a refil of coffee powder. John measured table spoon's of the coffee powder, carefully put it into the traditional filter which was kept beneath kitchen sink.He quietly set the vessel of milk on the burner, and turned on the fire. He then went to the closet, and slid open the thin wooden door. Behind the clothes, John pulled out a small table, about a foot tall. Placing it in the middle of the room,He arranged the bowls and coffee things on it.
......to be continued................!...........
:) That reminds me of someone i know very well... the location , too, is a very familiar one! ;)
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