Lakshya Somani, Class XI B
In the morning, illuminated by white light, the sky is shaded in a hue of light blue. A sense of peace, a sense of hope, instilled in Prashant’s mind. The chirping of the birds, the sound of the water hitting the river bank, a perfect harmony.
As the day proceeds, the rays of light get deeper, the sun rises higher, strengthening Prashant’s body along with the hope and will to live the day.
A day beginning with motivation, leading to hard work, now reaches the stage of fading. Prashant returns home, he cannot miss this beautiful opportunity of sitting in the veranda, sipping tea, and eating biscuits, watching the sunset.
And as the sun does set, there comes the evening. People are tired, having exhausted themselves with the day’s work. With the darkening of the sky, they look for a reward, to go out with friends and family. So does Prashant. If only he knew he was about to witness another shade of the day.
While Prashant was driving along the sea, adoring the skyline, a dark and menacing storm gathered. Furious wind began to beat against the houses with a speed and fury that Prashant had never witnessed before.
Lightning strikes and unfortunately it is Prashant’s car which is its target. What is more unfortunate is that Prashant is seated in it. Poor soul, wandering the city, enjoying the rest of the day, only to meet the end of his life.
The car catches fire, the storm settles, as Prashant’s body gets destroyed in the fire. It starts raining, calming the fire, leaving just smoke, and ash.
At last, even the rain stops, late night sets in, illuminated again by the moonlight. The chirping of insects and birds can be heard.
Away, in some hospital, a child is born. Maybe it is Prashant’s rebirth. The night turns into morning, and there remain, a thousand shades of day.
