When I said that I got something juicy to share with you, I almost forgot our center of attraction differs and my definition of juicy may not be the same as yours. Whilst thinking on this also, I realized that it was still my thought. But, now, I have decided to ignore this thought and share my comforting shield with you.
My handbag(inner world) and I were disliked by my classmates but the exciting side of this is that I was my teachers’ choice. The one who was always mentioned for intelligence recommendations, vibrancy, and composure.
Just before I could apply an eraser, my shoulders raised so high to the attestation of the uttered words. And that got it sealed. The president had a country, the King had a kingdom and I was a queen and more but, in my colony, no one could see.
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It was already 3 pm and as expected, the timekeeper walked straight to the principal’s office, jingling the school bell, which served as an official stamp to students leaving the school premises for that day. As a student, I packed my books, sang a poem ‘one two buckle my shoe, three four knock at the door, and my directions deviated to home. My excitement knows no bounds whenever the last jingle in school is rung. It makes me run to my cherished nook – the only friend I couldn’t carry about, the only place which seems wide beyond its outlook. The only room where I could discover and manufacture. The room I would love to hide in now but…
‘Sel, sel’ (mum hollers)
Immediately, my happy legs stood firm, was about to take backward steps and her voice came echoing so hard that I will now have to let my desire go for hers. Grim news but what then could have caused mum’s shout?
