

I was crying with joy and pleasure. Yes! I would help make the impossible possible. Suddenly
The alarm woke me up as usual. I slammed the button ‘off’ and stayed in my cozy bed for another fifteen minutes. By the time I got up and was ready for office, I noticed that I was exactly fifteen minutes late. I prepared myself for ‘ANOTHER DAY’ – another boring and hectic day, not realizing it was the much awaited 1st January of the year 2000. Another millennium had begun and standing on the threshold, I could feel no thrill, no joy – it was simply another day for me or was it?
“Another Day” but a day that begun another millennium
Despite loads of work the day went on as smoothly as possible. Just when I was about to leave office, the phone rang. I didn’t want to pick it up, but just in case it might be very important, ‘my boss’ will eat my head the next day – I picked it up. On the other end a pleasant voice was enquiring about “me”. And what she said made me freeze with astonishment and joy.
The lady was telling me that I had won the Nobel Prize for my contribution to peace through literature. I was amazed, awed, mesmerized and surprised. How was it possible? What type of a prank call was this? I had written a book about “Israel and Palestine are friends”. But how could I have won a Nobel Prize?
The next morning I saw my picture, in all the papers. Hundreds of journalists swarmed my house. In one day, I was celebrity and not my boss’s secretary. I thought about the money. I would donate some immediately to the poor and then I would build a foundation for the wretched. Now I was rich and powerful, no longer in poverty. I could influence politicians and big celebrities to help the common man. I could do anything and everything for my countrymen and those small children who play by the roadside and eat dirt from the dustbins, and not food; for young mothers who die recklessly, for old citizens who can’t take care of themselves, etc, etc….
I was crying with joy and pleasure. Yes! I would help make the impossible possible. Suddenly someone shook me and I was startled. I woke up to see my mother’s anxious face. I felt the moist imprints on my pillow and cheek. The hard glint of the morning sun brought me back to reality. I burst out crying. My mother held me close to her bosom like when I was a child. After all it was just “Another Day” but a day that begun another millennium….
This teen story was first published in Meghdutam.com (between 1999 to 2002).
We are editorially independent, not funded, supported or influenced by investors or agencies. We try to keep our content easily readable in an undisturbed interface, not swamped by advertisements and pop-ups. Our mission is to provide a platform you can call your own creative outlet and everyone from renowned authors and critics to budding bloggers, artists, teen writers and kids love to build their own space here and share with the world.
When readers like you contribute, big or small, it goes directly into funding our initiative. Your support helps us to keep striving towards making our content better. And yes, we need to build on this year after year. Support LnC-Silhouette with a little amount - and it only takes a minute. Thank you
Got a poem, story, musing or painting you would like to share with the world? Send your creative writings and expressions to editor@learningandcreativity.com
Learning and Creativity publishes articles, stories, poems, reviews, and other literary works, artworks, photographs and other publishable material contributed by writers, artists and photographers as a friendly gesture. The opinions shared by the writers, artists and photographers are their personal opinion and does not reflect the opinion of Learning and Creativity- emagazine. Images used in the posts (not including those from Learning and Creativity's own photo archives) have been procured from the contributors themselves, public forums, social networking sites, publicity releases, free photo sites such as Pixabay, Pexels, Morguefile, etc and Wikimedia Creative Commons. Please inform us if any of the images used here are copyrighted, we will pull those images down.