Literary Pursuit (Short Story)

Heartstrings Photo Courtesy: Pexels.com BY PRAMITA BOSE The invocation was on. And a slight nip in the heavy dewy air was slowly melting into a warm sunshine that brightened the sky to beckon a hectic day ahead. Rows of high-school pupils alongside the school choir with hymn books in hands continued to sing along to the melodic tunes, played on the piano keys by the music teacher Mr. Boris McKenzie. Someone had rightly said...the Gospel music has its own rejuvenating magical allure to cast a spell around. It’s spiritual and embalming, and even acts as an elixir to a certain degree. Often it’s administered to soothe the distressed hearts with undercurrents of devotional sedatives injected inside. Post the early morning prayer at the assembly hall, the bell rang for the first period to commence. The time table read Library. Surely, it’s Monday — the first working weekday after a relaxed and fun-filled weekend. So, naturally, the vacant minds needed to be reloaded with reams of enrichi...