Chocolate Day

By Kriti Hooja

It started off like any other regular school day. Mum and Dad were out for a week. Siya and I made ourselves hot Chocolate and left for the bus stop with an energy bar stuffed into our mouth. All that was strange that day were the clouds- their dingy, charcoal colour. We tried to be ignorant and hopped onto our bus.

Time at school just flew by without having itself noticed. We were left at the lonely bus stop with no one at any corner. Our loneliness was increased seeing the sky gloomier. Our unread behaviour continued towards the strangest sky ever. “I say,” Siya started to put an end to our silence. “I’d click a front page picture for our class magazine this time!” I added, “C’mon, there’ve got to be millions who would’ve clicked this sky before you, my Dear-Miss-Cover-Page-Winner!” and both of us laughed for some time. We were home, a lot, lot before we had expected to reach. The door clicked open and we rushed to our rooms. The day had been oddly tiring, making bookworms like me and Siya fall almost asleep. I was nearly about to doze off when Siya rushed in and started blabbering about how she was just so mad about Chocolate and how much she expected I did so too. “Get to the point!” I cried. And then, she moved towards the window and opened the curtains and revealed the reason behind her reasoning. The sight was jaw-dropping. I motioned for the windowsill and opened it up to push my hand out. A drop of sticky brown substance fell onto my palm. I smelt it, cocoa perhaps. I picked it up and popped it into my mouth and enjoyed the flavour of pure dark Chocolate melt into my mouth. “Is this another prank of yours?” and Siya shrugged to show that she was clueless. I passed her another drop on my finger so as she could lick it, but she moved aside and showed me a glass with a few drops of chocolate sticking to its sides and she licked her lips.

Just then I remembered something and flashed downstairs and thanked that our house was elevated such that the Chocolate won’t pour in. We both wore our lilac gumboots and jumped out from the stairs in front of our front door, into slimy, muddy liquid, which we informally call ‘Chocolate’. I couldn’t believe my eyes, the way I disagreed the fact that it maybe once rained tadpoles in Japan! Very soon, 3D, colourful ovals started to fall on our faces. Some kid from our neighbourhood threw ten of them in one go and they turned out to be Gems (the chocolaty edible somethings) after professional consultancy of our mega taste recogniser- Siya!!!!  We played a lot and enjoyed the best hours of the year, or maybe most chocolaty hours of the year.

Soon, we realised, it was a big, sticky, messy mess! All of us forgot how we loved Chocolate two hours twenty four minutes ago. I called up  a few of my pals who swam on their cycles up to my neighbourhood. We worked together the whole weekend to clean up our city with the help of a hundred others to get everything back to normal.

A surprise awaited Mom-Dad at home. The minute they entered, they counter-signed around twelve barrels of Chocolate (C7H8N4O2) lying in their bedroom! Well, it wasn’t with just us! It was with every ‘Loners-for-the-weeks’. It was seriously all finished two months after that incident. One suggestion- If Chocolate falls; stay indoors, if you don’t, be ready to have Chocolate as your three meals a day.

 

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