secret room
...entre” - that was the name of my pre-school. That year, I was in the K2 class. I had one best friend, Sam. She is a sweet looking girl with two plaits on her hair. All the teachers adored her. I remembered, once I did not want to step into the school and all the teachers could not persuade me. My mum just signed the attendance list and left me behind. I screamed my head off, crying tears of anger. Just then, Sam came forward. She smiled sweetly at me. I was not very close to her then. I ignored her. She began to speak like a big sister, pacifying me. Finally, I stepped into the school. All the teachers were puzzled. How can she, a little kid pacify another of her own age. Bet that had came into their mind. Just on that day, I was feeling adventurous. I was thinking what was it like to be in the childcare’s kitchen, where we were not allowed to step in. I decided to approach Sam. After telling her what I planned to do, her eyes immediately lit up. She loved adventures. We discussed how to enter the out-of-bounds, like adults. We waited for naptime, when most of the teachers were resting in a corner to take action. We crawled down from our bed, and looked in all directions for lookout of teachers. We tiptoed towards the kitchen while using hand languages to express out what we wanted to say. After a long and full of surprises journey, for us at that age, we finally reached the kitchen. We opened the door carefully and went in. We were awed with amazement by the things we saw - the utensils, ingredients, and many more. However, we both had a question- “ Why aren’t there anybody around. Where are the aunties?” We began walking deeper in. Suddenly, we saw this room with the words: ”Beware the danger!” We were shocked and puzzled. What is this room doing in a kitchen? I opened the room without much thinking. “ Creak…” went the rusty parts of...