FILIP- The soul of the boy

He looks down on his notebook, looks at the incomplete drawing of Donald duck he was able to make, and smiled at himself. He took the drawing, line by line and perfected it, to the best of his abilities although it needed some more polishing to be done. He could see his drawing popping out and smiling back at him, and then his imaginary beautiful world was broken by the teacher who hit him with a chalk to get him back into the class. He had sensed something of this sort was about to happen so he came back to the real life, promising himself to finish the drawing he was working on in the breakfast break.

The break came soon, and with his eager mind, already having sailed past the teacher’s teachings and the class, into the out world, with his small brain, waiting patiently for it to be active again, he took out his pencil and rubber to draw again. It is like for this boy, the only thing that mattered was to draw, to create something of his own. He did not understand the need of becoming the stone among the other 64 stones which sat in the class, thinking that they were going to learn something. These thoughts were depressing, seeing as they come from an 8 year old, who hasn’t yet seen much of what life entails.

He opened his notebook again, started to draw, as all the other kids went out with their lunchbox, out to play and eat what their mothers had prepared for them. In all this chaos, he was the only one, who sat down even when the teacher had left. Yes, in some time, he did make the Donald duck pretty accurately for his age. He looked at it, and smiled, thinking to himself like he had surpassed another BIG obstacle in life. Eating food was not one of his favourite things to do, so he opened his tiffin, took a bite or two as he walked towards the birds park in his school. He mostly talked to himself, as he thought he needed to explore himself first, in order to be good and acceptable to the outer world. He passed the huge garden where all of his friends were playing and spending there break in the sun, sweating and running across the ground to take possession of a ball. Somehow all this never intrigued him, and so he went away from the screaming and yelling to the place where he could here birds chirp, his heaven. There he took all his food out of the box, and placed in on an elevated ground. This very moment some five or six birds came to him and tried to grab most of what they could get from the food. He sat there, looking at them eat as every bite that they took filled him with inner happiness and life. He sat there as it felt like an eternity to him. The half hour break soon finished and he went back to the class to follow some more of his great endeavours.

He looks at his notebook, the label read:

Name: Filip George Class: II-A School: St. Anthony’s Sr. Sec. School.

He thought to himself, when will this end, he was impatient as all things around him were moving far too slowly from the speed he wanted them to move at. He wanted to reach out, see the world and feel the bad and good parts of life. But he kept his calm, opening back his notebook on to the page where he drew Donald Duck. He saw the drawing and felt that it was incomplete, as it was just a drawing which didn’t relate to a background. For him, the garden backdrop behing the cartoon was as important, if not more, as the cartoon himself.

He wanted to make it feel more alive, he thought of the idea of making an imaginary background for the cartoon he loved a lot. He sat tight, thinking of what to make…