Thought Bubbles

This is a fairy tale with Angels and Demons, Where the beauty falls for the beast, Where poles kiss each other, As the moon blooms in the East. Hear, the sound of love, As the oceans caress the skies, As the winds ruffle the leaves, With a contented sigh. Here, the souls sing in harmony, Unceasing, night and day alike. The melody flows on beautifully, As the clock continues to strike. Time ceases to exist, As their eyes meet. Lost in each other's depths, The hearts continue to beat.                                      -Pavithra Seshadri Image Courtesy : Google Images

                                                    It was the day of  English viva-voce exam for the final years at school. All of us were frantically practising our speeches on the given topics at the last minute. The fact that the score would count for our public exam adding stress to our tensed minds.  The teacher walked in and took her seat. One by one, she began calling us to present our speeches in the order of our assigned roll numbers.  I remember feeling extremely nervous and unprepared. I sat fidgeting in my seat as I kept reciting my presentation over and over in my head. Shortly, I was called to deliver my speech.  I walked to the front of the classroom, and the teacher asked me to begin, with her pen poised to mark my score on the sheet, and a gentle smile on her face. I drew in a deep breath and face...