TLT Week #52: Life in a Golden Cage

There was a strange uniformity in everything; the energy drained faces, the dresses, the rooms, routines, the walls, caretakers; well, that’s about literally every boarding school.

Though we had a well defined time table for our life there – reminding constantly about it by the ear splitting sound of that bell – I liked to mark that boring routine with the position of sun in the sky.

Evenings, when the sun reaches the horizon, I used to sit on the grass and be myself; and imagine that the sun is looking back one last time before leaving for the day, just to give me that warm smile.

~Well, I’ve been through that boarding life, I know it only so well! 🙂

Written for the weekly Three lines Tale on photo prompt by Sonya. ~