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GSB - Chapter 13 & 14 - Plan shared, Back to Peace state & Push it Aside

 

Plan Shared, Back to Peace state

 

Days passed and soon the plan was shared with Samhitha. We were back to the peace state. But we had it in our mind that we should never chat when Saketh was around. We planned that only when Saketh had classes, we should talk. Soon, as Saketh learnt about our GSB lang, we created a new one. I named it as ‘The GSB Giseba’. Samhitha started to appreciate me. “Hey you are really a smarty pant di! Your ideas are great!” We declared it as our language.

 

                               Push it Aside

 

That’s when the door squeaked. Saketh entered the room! We both shouted. Perima drove him out of the room. Samhitha’s mind pushed the GSB language aside. “Perhaps, shall we only talk about crafting? This Saketh boy is always breaking our language path. Let’s leave it alone for some days. When he’s back to the study mode, we’ll discuss all about the GSB Giseba.” I disagreed for the first 10 requests, but then agreed for the 11th one. So we started discussing about crafting. That made my mind sleep. I felt bored. I wanted to talk about langy stuff. My smile drooped. Soon, we cut the call.




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  1. T.SrinivasanJuly 22, 2021 at 1:17 PM

    Suspense fillled. Super Shriyandhaa 👍🎉

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  2. T.SrinivasanJuly 22, 2021 at 1:40 PM

    Your style of writing stories with imagination is amazing. I am enjoying while reading. Super shriyandhaa .
    From Pushpa patti

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  3. Shanthi BalajiJuly 22, 2021 at 2:29 PM

    I thought it is finished till 9th and 10th one but you are continuing it!!!

    Anyway it is really Awesome..
    Can you tell me how to do these blogs?

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