Chapter 2

                                     CHAPTER 2

The flow of my memories was somewhat disturbed by the loud snoring of the old woman who was sitting next to me.I looked through the window. The vehicles were speeding against each other.Contrary to the vehicles, I felt myself travelling down the memory lane slowly, very slowly.

One very funny incident happened when we were in class 3. However, it was so silly that, even Aadhya only frowned when  I once narrated the incident to her.

We were getting ready for the class photo. To my misfortune, I was made to sit beside Shalini. She started lamenting about unlucky she was to sit next to me. Our teacher thought that it was me who had been talking and so, she yelled at me. I became furious. Shalini seemed to be extremely overjoyed and satisfied. A crooked smile spread across her face. Man, she was infuriating. I decided to seek revenge. I quickly untied her ribbon, just  seconds before the photo was taken. A sense of triumph swept over me after accomplishing the feat. After all, revenge is sweet!

I roared with laughter when I saw the photo the first time. With her eyes bulged out, her mouth slightly ajar and her ribbon dangling, she looked so comical.

I can't help giggling, every time I see the photo. It was one of the unforgettable experiences of my childhood.

"Mom, what are we having for supper?", asked Aadhya.

Well, I should give her credit for one thing -she knows how to irritate me, the best. My mind wandered over today's supper. I reminded myself to buy vegetables on the way back home. Then, I wondered whether I had boiled the milk or not. Oh God! If I had not boiled it, it would have got spoilt by now, I thought. Suddenly, I became tensed, as these thoughts ran into my head.

"Mom, please tell me ", she urged on.

"Don't irritate me. You'll certainly know that at night time", I snapped

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A letter to the readers

Dear readers,

April 15 was one of the most special days of my life, it was the day I created my blog. You all made the day even more special to me.

My heart is brimming with gratitude for the past one week. First of all, I thank God for making it happen. My sincere thanks to those who spent their precious time to read my story. You made feel important, that's one of the best things you can do to a person. Special thanks to my good friends Harshini and Sudheeksha. They were the first to post their comments.Their comments were encouraging.

Also, I would like to thank people who left my blog when they were half way through the story. You make me reflect upon the truth that I am not any good at writing stories. I want to convey my gratitude, by any means, to those who have not taken the slightest effort to visit my blog.They make try harder.

Before I started the blog, there were very few people to read my stupid stories, but so far 17 people have read the first post (chapter 1). I feel extremely delighted, indeed. For others, 17 is only a number, but you all know how that 17 means everything to me.

I have a small request. Please post your comments or suggestions either on google+ or in my blog, because your comments are very special to me.

Every word in this letter is heart-felt. Once again I thank you, for being there when I wanted you the most

Yours friendly,

L.Miraa