The last sunset of my summer holidays

I have had many worse days in my life. But the worst days of all hase invaribly been the last day of all the summer holidays. The day when all happiness ended. The day when waking up late ended. The last day when I had no homework to do.

I usually played very hard on the last day of May. I played till the sun set and long after it, until my the last of my friends were yanked towards their homes. Not that I was not dragged home, its just that I do not remember it. Maybe I am disinclined to remember memories that do not add any bliss.

The new academic year began on June 1st. The last day of may was the one I prayed to be the longest. I prayed hard, like a fervent devotee... Let the day not die, let the sun not go, let the light be there :) I would avoid looking at the sun after 5 in in the evening. I did not like the failing rays, the glare turning from a bright, golden yellow to a ruddy crimson. I only concentrated hard on the game I was at.

But the sun always set. All my friends were pulled home. I screamed to myself loud an clear, "Come on guys, lets stick together. If we all are at the playground, kicking the ball around, the sun won't set. Trust me, it will be day and there wont be a night!" :) Maybe, I thought that the sun set because we all went home, and not that we went home because the sun set. :)