He walked alone, whistling, looking straight in front. He hurled his bag from his left shoulder to the right one. He stopped picked up a stick and waved it with a force, the sound of swoosh excited him. He looked at the other side of the road, his younger sister and brother were walking hand in hand giggling. He spotted a crow, alongside the road, pecking at a chapati (bread), he sped towards the crow with great speed, and scared the bird. The crow was threatened and flew away, cawing loudly as if cursing him. He grinned, he knew the crow won't give up and would return to its meal as soon as he turned away. He walked on.

As soon as the school gate was in sight, he broke into a light trod. His sister called him, he waved his hand as it was her routine to call out to him and remind him to finish the tiffin and not while away the lunch break playing football. He ran towards his class, and hurriedly sat at his favourite seat next to the window overlooking the ground. His best buddy soon joined him and he narrated the incident of the crow to his friend, and both giggled. The bell rang.

Once, the teacher entered the class, they both took out their books and started studying. Often he would steal glimpses at the ground when the teacher turned his back towards them. He could not wait for the lunch break to start. Two more periods to go.

The bell rang and he and his friend dashed out of the class, he grabbed the football from his friend's hand. The other boys gathered, soon teams were formed and the game started. They played.

Towards evening, he stood at his home's doorsteps, his sister stood next to him, his mother stood there glaring at him. One of her hands twisted his ear while the other held open a tiffin box with its food contents still intact.