Need science for bed time

Stories related to science, be it fiction or non-fiction, for bed time are a must. A goodnight’s sleep without it is not possible for me. So I picked up my new book, ‘The Discovery of Oxygen (O)’, which I had been poking my mother to buy since last month, was finally in my hands last Sunday. Being busy all week finishing the old read, today I touched the fascinating cover of the new paperback. Staring at it for full two minutes, as if I was consuming the word Oxygen written on it, slowly opened the legendary discovery for reading. Going through the contents with fingers pointing at each word and careful observation went simultaneously inside this little head. Excitedly I turned to the next page focusing on the History where early experiments were mentioned with names of different scientists who accidentally discovered the gas. Experiments stating different elements I recognised from the extra classes I take from my chemistry teacher, Mr. Singh. Profound reading of the early experiments made me to write my queries in my science notebook to ask Mr. Singh the next day after school.

Don’t know when did sleep overtook my reading, I woke up to the buzzing sound of millions of honey bees. It is the vibrating mode of the new table clock my grandmother gifted me. Pressing the stop button, I jumped from the bed. Curiosity to meet Mr Singh was reflected from the way I was performing all the morning rituals, in haste. Grabbing the school bag I stepped out of home cheerfully routing towards the bus stand where I always find trouble in my inhales and exhales. ‘Pollution affects the human lungs and the greenery surrounding us. Oxygen levels seem to be decreasing day by day. We need to plant more trees but these automobiles, the increasing traffic. Where are we heading towards?’ Pondering, I added some additional questions, in my mind, to ask Mr. Singh. Boarded the bus, I started an open discussion on the topic of pollution with my school mates.

It takes the bus 30 minutes to reach our school and the pollution discussion went for about 10 minutes, the rest 20 minutes were consumed discussing activities we all are going to opt for the Annual Day. Regular time table was followed including the exciting science class. I went to Mr. Singh, straight after classes got over. He was recognised by the name of Jowls, among students. It was a secret hidden from him which somehow he knew. He cleared all my queries and gave me a chocolate as an accolade. Smilingly I made my way towards the playground where I inhaled freshness and played football.

As per our ritual, discussions upon the new book ‘Discovery of Oxygen (O)’ and pollution went on with Dad on our way back home. I was happy to see him turning the ignition off on the red signal and impressed with his behaviour I decided to buy him a pair of his favourite socks.

©Kritika

This story was submitted, without title, to Furious Fiction for the month of September 2019. A first step towards writing stories, it was written in four hours taking care of the specifics as per the competition. Sharing the same on the blog with all the readers. Hope you like it.🙂

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Impressive about me is my eagerness to try everything. Self Motivation is a fixed gear of my creativity vehicle provoking me to dance to the tune of optimism. Yoga and books are the two transducers of this victim which have helped to be straightforward and open minded. Improvement is the second gear which is under construction and will always be undergoing changes simultaneously achieving different goals. There are other supporting gears with less of speed more of energy. This is KRITIKA 🙂

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