When she reached the bus stop, she was panting. Almost out of breath, she witnessed a dying trail of the dust in the air. It was the sure sign that she had failed to catch the bus once again…
…Once again, she was to miss the joy, she craved dearly!
Tears welled up in her eyes. A lump in throat was nudging to escape her clenched lips. She sat on a boulder that rested against the dilapidated wall. The wall stood motionless to witness the sobs.
Wiping up tears, she picked up a small piece of broken brick. She started making some drawings on the wall. She drew herself and some books. After a while, she took few steps back to admire her drawing.
A smile line now flashed across her face.
She reached for her half-torn knapsack and swung it on her shoulder. With the sprint in her feet, she started running on the road…the road that would one-day gift her wings…
...The road to her school!