Aditya Tiwari, Class X D
This New Year, I made yet another impossible resolution: To go out every morning to walk in the park. Well, I like to sleep and getting up at 5 AM isn’t exactly the thing I would like to do. But whatever, I had made the resolution and I was going to follow it. so, every morning I rose at 4.45 AM, dragged myself out of bed and got ready for the morning walk. Well, for the first few days, that is. After that, the alarm would go off and I would snooze it for five minutes and when I would finally wake up, it would be past 6 AM.
The morning walk used to keep me fresh the whole day. I actually liked it. so, I decided, if not in the morning, then in the evening. On one such evening, I noticed an old woman sitting under a tree. She had a letter in her hand and she was smiling. I also smiled at her. When she saw me, she gestured to me to sit beside her. As I sat, she started speaking. She told me that the letter she had was from Petushkee. Her son lived there. He used to come to see his mother once every year but for the past two years, there had been no communication from him. The woman had been eagerly awaiting a letter from her son. She was about to hand the letter to me but it slipped from her hand and fell to the ground. I bent down to pick it up. When I looked up, the old woman had disappeared.
I was dumbstruck. What on earth happened! The letter was still in my hand. I noticed that it was still sealed. Nobody had opened it. I took the letter with me and enquired about the woman. I came to know that after her son stopped visiting her, she used to go to the post office every day hoping to get a letter from him. After losing all hopes, one day she was found dead in her house and was buried in the Birla cemetery.
I then went there and kept the letter at her grave. I smiled and went back home. From that day everything seemed to favour me. I got a promotion and my life was better. I had done a good deed! That letter from Petushkee!
