In The Last Period at The School

8-year-old Soham was having a blast at his cousin’s birthday party. He was enjoying the party like everyone else present there but the reason for his enjoyment was neither the games nor the music in the party but the ‘Chole Bhature’, ‘Aloo, pyaaz, paneer ke pakode’ and ‘Paneer Tikkas (Some Delicious Indian Food Items)’...........

The next day in the last period at the school, only 15 minutes were left for the school hours to get over that day. Something was happening inside Soham’s stomach, there was some weird sound in there, which could only be heard by Soham at that time. 

By that time, Soham had got an idea that the previous day’s ‘Chole-Bhature, pakode and tikka’ were doing the magic inside his stomach. Then, the weirdness inside his stomach was slowly taking the form of fart. The fart was moving ahead to get out from Soham’s body through his lower side (of the body). At that time, Soham noticed that it’s not only the fart that was getting ready to come out, there was something else too with it. Somehow, Soham stopped the fart and the other thing, from getting out from his body. After doing the same, he didn’t have any idea about where the fart went but the other thing was at its usual entrance (lower side of the body). That time, he looked at the clock on the wall of the classroom, 10 minutes were left for the school hours to end. He said to himself, “only 10 minutes left, it’s a little difficult but you can hold it, you can do it Soham.”

He did everything he could do to hold it back, he frequently changed his sitting positions, stood up-sat down-stood up-sat down…. He was trying everything he could that time.

Now, there were very few moments left for the school hours to get over. Finally, the School-Bell rang which meant that the school hours were over. Soham said to himself, “Oh Gosh…. A few moments more.” Soham lifted his bag from his bench, put its straps around his shoulder, and rushed to sneak through the other kids ahead of him to get out of the classroom.

The teacher to Soham (in a strict tone), “Hey-hey, where are you going? Let the kids ahead of you go first. Now, go stand in the queue.”

Soham to the teacher (in a lighter tone), “But mam………..” Before Soham could complete his sentence, the thing inside Soham like a protesting crowd before a closed gate, had made the gate open, the flood had begun and Soham’s socks and shoes were looking a bit yellow, oh sorry, it was more than a bit, and a little more with a kind of not so pleasant smell, and after that Soham had new nicknames like ‘Smelly Kid’, ‘yellow-………..’