She sighed in exasperation, her red pen flying furiously across the pages, circling an error here, striking through a sentence there.
Sunny rays of laughter distracted her from the task at hand, streaming in from the playground beneath her window.
For a few moments, she entertained the thought of throwing all the papers in the air and watching them come fluttering down around her, like winged angels, settling on the blessed earth.
But, that wasn’t the path she had mapped out for herself.
With another sigh, she returned to the studious monotony that governed her existence, one that settled those gold-rimmed spectacles more firmly on the bridge of her nose.
©Shailaja V
Written for Five Sentence Fiction's Prompt: MAPS
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Very Nice Shailaja, a very different take
Tina from The Sunny Side of Life
Beautifully written. I’m sure every teacher goes through such moments. Paper corrections is one of the lesser gratifying moments in the life of a teacher.
Your welcome – and it was great to stop in and read. 🙂
Wow, Pat! That’s quite the compliment and one that I accept gracefully 🙂 Thank you very much indeed! Welcome to my blog <3
There is such a poetic flow to this verse and form. The words carefully chosen paint such a vivid description, I could almost smell chalk as I was reading this. Wonderful!
So true. I think moderation is the key to everything 🙂
I think we often crave to do that reckless thing! Sometimes it’s good to give in to the urge, sometimes not! 🙂
Best wishes.
Thank you very much 🙂
Thank you Umang 🙂
As a former teacher myself, I confess I have thought of doing it too 😉
Interesting take, Priya. Yes, we may sigh, but we may secretly love the monotony too 🙂
I think you do a wonderful job, doing what you do. You should never have to regret your life choices, Roshan 🙂 I think you are EXACTLY where you were meant to be 🙂
Yes, it IS a bit sad, isn’t it? 🙁
Thank you for such a lovely comment, Monica <3
Thanks Bikramjit 🙂 Nice of you to say so 🙂
Oh I hope not. I do know how to let go and have fun 😉
You would think so, but she is too committed 🙂
Perhaps she should take another path, every once in a while, just to see where it could take her 🙂 Thanks Vinitha <3
Very happy that you liked it 🙂
Thank you Shashank 🙂
Thank you Shilpa. I love how you visit the blog so regularly <3
Love your word flow.
Sigh. That and all the memories too. Thanks for visiting, Pawan! Welcome to my blog 🙂
Thank you kindly, Anita 🙂
Mapped her path to be a teacher. That’s noble, Shailaja 🙂
Time for a change!
I can imagine the poor woman meticulously going through the papers. 🙂
It’s touching, indeed. Strong enough to figure out the words you have framed in just five sentences. Loved it!
A beautifully told tale. As a former teacher it brought back memories. I particularly liked the image of the papers being thrown in the air and then drifting down like ‘winged angels’.
Wonderful narration, as usual 🙂 Sometimes, we sigh, yet we don’t regret for the path we chose 🙂
hehe.. I wanted to be a teacher once.. even after medical school actually. Sadly, life and its obligations had a different path for me. Having said that, neither am I in that playground nor am I a teacher now… na ghar ka na ghaat ka?
That’s a beautiful scene you draw up for us dear Shailaja – yet a bit sad… Well done 🙂
Your career path doesn’t have to commit you to a life of drudgery. I hope she finds it in herself to make the changes that her heart wishes for. 🙂 Nice one, Shailaja. I could almost hear the laughter of the kids on the playground and the teacher watching through the window. You have a wonderful gift for bringing the words to life. 🙂
now for sure i can picture my teacher, trying ot mark my papers which were always full of red cricles and lines striked out 🙂
lovely
Over answer sheets. You write so beautifully. The scenes you set connect wth readers emotionally.
I don’t know why but when I read it I could only pictures you there, with glasses on and making red marks over
Time for a new career, I’d say.
Cheers!
JzB
Its her chosen path right so it should be alright.. Beautiful narration Shailaja.. 🙂
So sad, yet so touching. Lovely post Shailaja
Wonderful take on the prompt 🙂
You write so beautifully, Shailaja! I admire your work a lot.