I was just into college and the new found freedom was like a
breath of fresh air to me and my gang of friends. After the boring routine of
school life we got a taste of college life where there is no school uniform and
no school bag. This freedom gives a new high and can be very intoxicating after
twelve years of regular school life. I
wanted to make the most of this new found freedom. It was in college that I
bunked a class for the first time. Me
and my friends planned a trip . The trip was to be a celebration of our newly
found freedom. In fact we told our parents that we are going to a botanical and
Zoological study tour to Goa to study the
flora and fauna of the place. As the tour was supposed to be organized by the
college there was no opposition from the parents side. The tour was supposed to
take place during the winter break .We deliberately planned it for the month of
December as it is the best time to go to Goa. We were super excited and on
cloud nine. We made train reservations and booked rooms in an economy class
hotel. All this was done with top secrecy. This added to our excitement as
doing something which my parents did not know about was something new for me.
Our excitement mounted further and further as the time came for us to travel to
our desired destination. Soon it was the day of the departure and I left home
with my backpack and suitcase. My mom had packed quite a lot of goodies for me
to eat on the way. Soon I was at the railway station where I was soon joined by
my college friends. We boarded the train which was already at the platform and
took our seats.. We were an excited lot chattering nineteen to the dozen and
enjoying this new found freedom. It was a dream coming true of going to Goa,
the land of beaches and fun. We had made big plans of what all we would do
there and the places we would visit. Soon the journey came to an end and we
were in Goa. We took a taxi and reached our
hotel. After we were assigned the rooms we settled down and planned to rest
awhile before venturing out and exploring the city. After resting for a while I
unpacked my bags and began to open the goodies my mom had so lovingly packed
for me. As their fragrance wafted to my nostrils I could see my mother baking
them and then packing them in her characteristic style.
Suddenly I felt depressed at having lied to her about the
trip. I knew that I had to speak to her and tell her the truth.
Going to the nearest phone booth I phoned home. Hearing her voice ,with a sob
in my voice I told her that it was not a college trip and asked her to forgive
me for the lie I had spoken. She was calm and cool and then laughed asking me
to make the best of the trip. I was
relieved and felt as if a burden had been removed now knowing that speaking the
truth at the right moment matters.
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