Love of my life - N

Let’s call him N for the read.  N is a twelve year old boy.  His day always start with a grumble for number of reasons.  First and the foremost, it is because he was waken up, second, for chasing him brush his teeth, next for finishing his breakfast even if it is his favourite , and then follows the repeated reminders to have him have his bath, and then to worship, to comb his hair, to dress neatly, etc etc etc.  For every reminder, his face turns into a knot and then follows his mutters.  I hope, by now, you can imagine what it takes to make him sit and get him read or write - anything that interests him.   The only thing that can keep him glued to the chair, are the Television shows which sometimes comes as a big relief to the people around him.   Though not right, but inevitable. 

Rarely when he is left alone with none around him watching, he sets on his path, exploring things.  To name a few are burning a book, cutting a quilt with the scissor, slipping away from the house without informing pulling out some notes from the wallet, or latching himself in the bathroom with some stuff to play with or go on a cycle ride only to return back after long hours.  I lost my way….I fainted……I fell down......I was stuck….are some of the reasons, he comes up with.      

When the academic year came to an end, tired to the core, his mother tried a simple easy trick that did not require any emotional investment, ‘No study, No play…..’.    The strict adherence, without letting her will loose on the pleases/sorry’ies/ requests for last chances, was though difficult it worked.  N passed his exam and now waiting for his reward, a gear cycle. 

Simply pegged as adamant, naughty, lazy… in layman’s terms, there are many kids out there, crying out loud for attention.  By whom?   

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