Janani Balaji. Grade 3 Dhyaan
It was the day before my Annual Day, my friends and I were bubbling with excitement. My best friend and I were both demons in our school play. As if we needed an excuse, we practised our screams and roars at the top of our voices. After a while, I started coughing. I bid goodbye and went home. When I reached home, I remained in my room, finishing up some homework. Finally, as my mom popped in to say “Good Night”, I tried to say the same but nothing came out. My mom, always worrying, asked me “Are you alright?’’. In response, I flopped on my bed and instantly went to sleep.
The next day was my eagerly awaited annual day. I had an unusually bright idea to conserve my voice and went over my lines in my mind. As I came up on stage, I gave a terrifying roar ….but nothing came out. I thanked my lucky stars that everyone else was roaring. Then the dreaded moment arrived. It was my dialogue. With a mean scowl, I launched in to my dialogue. But while my expressions were perfectly menacing, as I started delivering my dialogue…no words came out. My enraged demon act became comic and the crowd burst into peals of laughter. I ran off the stage sobbing. I had just realized that I could not speak. “How could this have happened .. that too today?” I thought.
My mom of course had rushed back stage. She checked my temperature. I did not have a fever. We went to a lot of doctors. None of them had a clue! That night I tossed and turned thinking of all the things I could not do if my voice did not return. I dreaded going to my beloved school tomorrow. I could not chit-chat with my friends . I wouldn’t be able to contribute my eager answers in class.
As I went to school in “mute “mode that day, my worried friends and teachers asked me how I felt a thousand times .. and each time, I gave a different animated expression ..rolling my eyes to sulking and pouting to really sad eyes. Math was the easiest subject that day because I could just hold up my fingers.. but sometimes you just run out of them. English was the worst because we had to enact a play and I loved being the narrator! When I reached home I was down in the dumps. “A whole day without speaking …I hate this” I thought.
My mom had already spent hours in front of the computer and on the phone trying to finds a cure. And some well-meaning friends sent over some dreadful potions to help cure my lost voice. My younger brother was the only one to rejoice.. I couldn’t complain to mom about all the mischief he was perpetually up too. Probably my Dad too… you see we have an unusually high level of noise in our house generally , with my brother ..up to something always, me chattering nonstop and my mom trying to get us to listen to her over the din.
That night I didn’t get much sleep because I spent most of it thinking about what would happen. “Would I ever be able to sing again? Will I ever be able to say my dialogues in a play?” These were my thoughts as I gradually drifted off to sleep. The next morning I woke up to my brother jumping on my back , as he had awoken to a sudden desire to be a cowboy and had decided I was a worthy horse!! I screamed venting all my fury, ”STOP THAT NOW”
My mom’s stern voice floated in, “Have you both started fighting early in the morning?” Then, as she entered the room to continue to reprimand me, there was a moment of stunned silence as we both realised the same thing……My voice was back!
We all hugged and jumped wildly.. even my brother , who was really was not sure what we were celebrating. My voice had come back as mysteriously as it had gone. Phew! I thanked God and promised to make complete use of this gift, and picked up the phone to call my best friend immediately!!!!