Time

    She tossed everything aside in a hurry looking for the book.The book. She flipped through the pages. Something familiar yet now very distant overwhelmed her. Just like the memories that the pages evoked in her.

That first day of my life...

I was getting bored. There was nothing left to do at all. I had done all my homework and I had read all my lessons for the day. Twice. Mother had almost finished with the chores for the day but she wouldn't be available for the next two or three hours. Lazily I made way to the drawing room. No, there wasn't anything interesting there. Except for a television and an empty vase. For a few minutes I speculated the probability of finding fresh flowers and decking up the vases. But...where would I find the flowers of my choice at that time of the day? It was almost noon and I had heard mother often say that cutting flowers at that particular time might retard the plant's growth. And that just put the final curtain on the idea.  More sighs. Nothing killed me more than boredom, and lack of things to do. Not even pain.