One day at school

I looked at the first row. Most of the numbers were zeros. I glanced below. The numbers there were all above five. The idea was to subtract the lower row from the one on top. At this point, let me clarify that this was not my idea of how to spend time on a bright sunny morning. I am a simple, fun-loving person. This convoluted mode of brain torture was my teacher’s idea of fun. I could see him dozing off in his chair while we clueless students struggled to find answers to his problems.
Zero minus six, or was it six minus zero? How do I remove something from nothing? I was sure that whosoever invented mathematics was born old and boring. My thoughts wandered back to the problem at hand.
‘Could the answer here be 4 ?’ I thought.
‘Maybe 5,’ my equally confused consciousness replied.
I wrote six there because I trusted no one. I moved on to the next column.

The haunting melody

The music kept getting louder by the minute. I tried blocking it by shutting my ears, but it did not help. The tune sounded familiar. I tried to locate the source, but it was dark. I searched for my mobile phone. It had a torch that could help me. The next thing I remember was a sharp pain all over my body. That is when I opened my eyes and found myself on the ground. The tune was still playing in the background.
It took me a few seconds to realize that it was the alarm clock signalling and that it was time to wake up.
I shut the alarm off, climbed back up and promptly went back to sleep. The day can wait.

The passenger

He stepped out of the compartment, stretched and looked all around. There were men, women, children everywhere. Some were running carrying heavy bags, others trying to get on the train, while some were trying to get out of it.
He moved aside, firmly holding on to the suitcase that held all that he owned. He stood there as if trying to decide what to do next. After a long time, he shrugged and started walking. It was the first day of the rest of his life.