Summer School

A summer school day in a tropical city can be fascinating to watch. The school session has different players at work, each coping with stress in their own way and yet having fun with the most ordinary things of life. The actors are deployed on the stage and at the end of the day, they are rounded back to where they came from driveway bollards for sale.

The sun was beating down mercilessly on the tropical city. It was height of summer. The fiery white hot disk was pinned at twelve o’clock position on an azure blue sky. The puffs of white cloud lay scattered across the horizon, too few and too dispersed to make any difference for anything living. The earth was scorching in the heat of the midday sun. It wasn’t yet the season for the rains. For man and beast alike, it was a challenge to seek reprieve from the solar glare from whatever shade available.

The dark patches of protection under trees were luxuries and at a premium. As soon as space underneath one was available, it would be immediately seized upon and shared by both people and stray animals. While being profoundly thankful of nature’s mercy, the occupants made good with each other’s company. The heat had managed to suck the energy from all seeking refuge, putting them in a state of drunken stupor.

Life was also difficult for the boys trapped as they were in the fifty odd classrooms. The school was an H shaped affair painted yellow. The open quadrangle in the front of the building was large enough to pack about twenty double-decker buses and was about a fifth the size of the playground at the back. It was one of the better schools in the city which boasted a playground of enviable size, with a railway line running past the outer walls on the far end.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *