It’s an ordinary day, typical for a day in the prolonged spell of summer vacations. This time, we went for a short trip to Pondicherry, and came back in 3 days. I’m spending the remaining few days of the holidays by reading books, running around the house, playing with my sister, and the like. And typical enough, my mom calls me, so that I can return a small box we borrowed from our downstairs neighbour. I do as she asked, and climb down the stairs to go to their house. But just before I rang the doorbell, I noticed that their door was locked from the outside. They were not at home. That’s ordinary. But my mom doesn’t think so, because she had just seen them that evening. I sigh and assured her that they weren’t there. She didn’t argue. The next day, my grandmother urged me to return the box. I go downstairs to go to their house - no, they’re still not back. ‘I saw them just an hour ago!’ she replied, but I shook my head and informed her they weren’t there. The very next mor...
Things that give me a headache; The sun shining in my eyes, A place screaming with noise (like my classroom) A word without a good enough rhyme, Crying me eyes out for a long time. Having too much homework but no will to write, Not prepared for a test? Another level of fright Things that fix headaches; Writing about them.