Rohit’s exams were starting tomorrow but he could not let go
of the video game that he had been playing for a good three hours now. Rohit’s
mother knocked at the door of his room, which was locked from inside. “Wanna
start studying yet?”. “Nope”. “Wanna eat some”. “Yep”, replied Rohit even as
squinted on losing points.
Rohit had been labelled dumb by some of his teachers. He had
difficulty in concentrating while studying and was always excited about things
he really enjoyed doing.
On his way to school, one day, as he was walking through the
meadows, he saw a queer looking object which was unmistakably a UFO.
The UFO had an alien, even smaller in size and stature, than
a human kid of Rohit’s age. The alien gestured to Rohit to open the door of the
UFO which seemed to be stuck. The alien was very relieved when Rohit helped him
out. The alien was happy to be free and felt really thankful to him. The two
quickly became friends.
The alien told Rohit that the spaceship he had been
travelling in, had developed a snag and it might take him a few days to repair
it. The alien sought Rohit’s help in staying safe, away from the sight of other
humans, as he surreptitiously sets right his spaceship.
Rohit was more than happy to help the alien, as is the human
nature but he dared not disclose the secret to his parents. Over the next few
days they spend a great time in each other’s company. When they would be tired
of their games and playful activities, the alien would teach Rohit how to
concentrate while studying. He told Rohit that studies are just like games if
you don’t think of anything else while studying. He taught Rohit that words had
meanings and it is important to understand whatever is written. Gradually Rohit
began to enjoy his studies and did very well in the exams.
The alien was finally able to get his spaceship to whizz and
buzz and it was already late, as his family had not heard from him for a long
time. So he had to go. But before leaving he promised Rohit to train him in
making a spaceship so that the two can meet whenever they wanted to.
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ReplyDeleteNicely written, Yash
ReplyDeleteFor a eight year old you write nicely.