How do you celebrate holidays?
The legs were straight in the air, flying towards the day sky and then they came to a very brief stop and as the swing swung back so did the legs.
Eleven years old Ved was enjoying his time with the swing early in the day, after all it was a holiday, there was no school and as for the homework and studies, Ved made sure to do it earlier and made sure to reserve time for them later in the day as well.
The pair of swings was in the only park of the apartment society with three buildings. During the weekdays, children would gather in the park in the evenings and play the games they wanted to and ride the different rides which were present there.
Ved loved the swings; he loved the feeling of being up in the air but the problem was, on weekdays many children would stand waiting for the swing to become unoccupied, so that they could get their chance at experiencing the fun. Anyone who spent more than the acceptable time was made to stop and vacate.
Ved didn’t like parting with the swing without having his own time with it to the satisfaction of his mind.
“The swing is for everyone to enjoy and you have to wait like everyone else,” told Mr Bhatia, Ved’s father to Ved, when one day Ved went out to play late and didn’t get a chance to get on the swing until the sky had dressed itself with the darkness of night.
Ways to do what you want to do come around, when you are intently and persistently looking for them, and it came to Ved as well. Usually on Sundays and other holidays, Ved woke up to a morning in which was awaiting a morning study session after breakfast and the daily tasks of the morning routine. His father or mother would sit with him during this session so there was no escape.
Ved hadn’t observed a proper usual morning in the society during a holiday, ever since he had shifted in the society two years before, with exceptions being any celebration or festivities in the society. But one day while he left with his family for a road trip on a Sunday morning, Ved noticed something which widened his eyes, the vacant, unoccupied, empty swings. Of course, everyone else was studying at their homes too.
“In holidays I want to study in the evenings,” said Ved to his mother Mrs Bhatia one day
“Okay, but why, what will you do in the morning?” asked Mrs Bhatia
“I will go out to play,” said Ved with a smile
“But, no one comes out to play at that time, don’t you want to play with your friends?”
“I play with them whole week; I want to spend my holiday morning with the swings”
“It might not be a good idea during peak Summers,” said Mrs Bhatia
Ved thought about it, “then except peak Summers”, he said
“I will talk to your father about it,” said Mrs Bhatia
Mr Bhatia found it interesting how Ved had made time for the swings in his weekly schedule and was fine with it. Thus, the next holiday which was a Sunday morning, a while after having his breakfast, Ved rushed outside and didn’t stop before getting into the park. There they stood, the swings basking under the daylight. Surely, they were the perfect way for him to celebrate a holiday, till the age runs its course.
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