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GSB - Chapter 7 & 8 - Looking for a nice one & School Time

Looking for a nice one

 

First, I thought that we were looking for a password pouch. So I sent a screenshot of a password pouch to Samhitha. On it, something was written in Chinese. The doll was a little ugly. Samhitha hated it! She shouted, “We are looking for a book. Not a pouch.” I nodded. Samhitha sent a few screenshots. But I did not like them. I sent some simple and thick books. Samhitha didn’t like it. This big discussion went on till 8.30. We then felt our tummies grumble. We cut the call and sat down to eat. I was very busy thinking. Tomorrow my school was starting! I had to sleep early.

 

                                School Time

 

My school had started and I was missing talking with Samhitha. Samhitha kept on calling me, but every time she called me I was studying. And every time I called her she was attending her other classes. One day, It was the perfect time to talk we talked and talked and sent screenshots. We then planned that we shall discuss later. She sent me a few messages. I was asked to decide which was the perfect book. I told her that the book which was simple was good. Samhitha disagreed. “So why did you ask me to decide?” I asked. 😄😄 – That was Samhitha’s reply.





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  1. T.SrinivasanJuly 15, 2021 at 2:05 PM

    Good write up.keep going. This lock down period reading your blog is my hobby. Thank you for the entertainment shriyandhaa
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