"THE DAY WHEN WE BUNKED THE SCHOOL"

It was just like any other borning regular school day. But on that particular morning, a spontaneous idea sparked in my friend jems's mind: “Let’s bunk school today.” Surprisingly, both me and Anubhav agreed without much thought.😁

Without delay, we boarded a bus and headed to Bagula Station later at rural area name is nirala para our brother came with us name is uday . At the designated time, we found ourselves standing there, unsure of what the day held for us. Shortly after, it began to rain. We quickly searched for shelter and fortunately found one.

A few minutes later, the Sealdah Local passed by. We didn’t board it, though—we were waiting for the Ranaghat Local. Eventually, it arrived, and we hopped on. As the train moved ahead, a sudden wave of emotion hit us—a pure, heartwarming feeling. No discipline, no restrictions, just the liberty of the moment.

While sitting by the window, tiny droplets of rain blew in through the bars of the train coach or boggy . That gentle sprinkle, combined with the elation of bunking school, created a unforgettable memory we knew would stay with us forever.

As we reached the peak of our journey, I felt a sense of elation—a feeling I shared with my close friends, those so-called “bloody fellows” who made the day so special. The train moved steadily towards Sealdah as we chatted, laughed, and enjoyed our food or school tiffin that our mother gave for. 

After passing the some stations, we reached our stop and exited the train. We walked through a subway, observing new places and unfamiliar faces. We looked for a stall to grab a bite, and although we eventually found one, the shopkeeper was quite rude to us. So, we wandered around a bit more.

Finally, we found a small tea shop and treated ourselves to a 'garam chai tapri. But then—accidentally—one friend spilled tea on another friend’s bag. Still laughing it off, we continued exploring the area. When we inquired about the next train to Bagula, a shopkeeper told us it would arrive at 1:40 PM.

While waiting, one of us suggested, “Why not take a bus instead?” Everyone agreed. We hired a vehicle to drop us off at a nearby bus stop, but due to some confusion, the driver took us to the wrong one—the college bus stop. After clearing things up, we finally reached the correct stop.

At one point, we were worried we wouldn’t have enough money for the fare, as we had no idea how much the ride would cost because this was the first time that we were bunked the school . But when the conductor asked for ₹120 in total, we were relieved—it was less than what we had expected.

Eventually, we arrived Duttapulia, tired but fulfilled. As we sat there, many thoughts ran through our minds—“We actually bunked school today.”

And what a day it was.

                    - Titas podder.