Besides the chemistry department, there is something eerie that always pinches my curious mind. There is an ancient embroidered iron gate that became rusty which is testimony to its age. After coming from the Department, I and Anne halted at the gate side. There is some sort of gravitational Force that use to magnetize us. We examined the condition of the gate. It was probably the door of King's Manson, designed by the experts of that epoch.
"Do you know what is behind the door? Anne asked me this stupid question with her glittering eyes. She was looking so anxious to know if she is going to break the door.
" Hm! Well, I am not an astrologer who can discern what the other side of the door has". I rolled my freaking eyes and answered her.
"Stella, do u know? "
"What?"
"You are weird "
"Oh! yes I do know "
She is always like this, so judgemental, so dumb yet so nice. I am glad to be her friend.
" Whatever, my longing for seeking the world behind this door has been curiously increased. I need to know what is behind it " She whispered with a cold sigh.
"Hey, you both! What are you doing here? This area is restricted to students. Didn't you read the board? " Gatekeeper shouted at us with his terrible freaking voice that could take the soul from the body with fear.
"Actually,! .....Ahem!, nothing. We were just looking at the material which the gate is made up of." I said this with grinding to hide our embarrassment.
Oh, I see! So, you guys are probably researchers or historians? Nahhhh?
Anne snorted; " Sort of like we search for different places and unique things"
"That's great. Come with me I will allow you to discover the Principal's office."
"No, thanks for this opportunity, hitherto! we are not interested in discovering the house of.....beast..( said slowly)
" What? "
"Nothing; we are getting late for our class. Accept our apologies "
"Okay, but I warn you to stay away from this gate "
"Yeah, for sure", I said and we ran toward our department.
" Such a ruthless guard " Anne babbled with the asthmatic breath, rushing toward our class.
When we arrived at the class. Maria informed us that the novel class is not going to happen because Sir John is absent. Sir John himself is a character. He romanticizes and dramatizes everything. We learned nothing but everything under the leniency of his resilient personality.
Hence, we took our bags and sat on the lawn alongside our classroom. It was the spring season and the lawn was brimmed with yellow dandelions and some wildflowers. This is more like a fairyland. I picked dandelions and made a diadem from them.
"You said fairies donot exist,
They do,
In our fancies, in our eyes "
Time spent with nature is always celestial, drives my mind crazy. I always thought of a life in the pastoral arena, hat on my head, basket laden with flowers in my hand, hovering in the field of purple linseed fields.
Anne took me out of my fantasies. She pinched me to make me aware of our 3rd class. So, we jogged for it. Sir Gilbert's drama class is always so mesmerizing. He has some electronic charged body that can transform current into us. We scramble here and there , take our moves from the absurd plays of Albert Camus and Thomas Beckett to the postmodern tragedies of Arthur Miller . Today my mind was struck by that mysterious gate. I want to know the world behind this gate. I desperately urge to go there but that couldn't be possible due to the monstrous gatekeeper.