Sampat Chacha,the sturdy middle aged rickshawwala stood at the gate honking thrice. Ricky was getting late for school and he had to pick up two more kids and a teacher on the way.
WHO AM I? CHAPTER 1: THE BEGINNINGS
“Today’s fifteenth July, It’s new School Day.” I was so excited for my new school – new dress, new bag, and new friends and of course, new teachers, and new books. I was waiting for the day which finally came. It was ten minutes to seven. I dressed myself and had breakfast and saying farewell […]
He had liked her
Soon it became my habit to look at him on a daily basis. It almost became a routine, soon after. Finally, it turned into an unbearable crush
Signature
“That is exactly what I am talking about; you should each present to me a piece, that should have traces of you, as ravish said kind of signature”
PURPLE CARNATIONS
Two minutes into the class and Diana realised that it was unusually quiet. She saw that Smriti was absent. She realised how she strangely missed the quiet and rebellious girl’s presence
ANGELS OF AGNES
A few weeks and some minor renovation later, the inauguration of Agnes’ dream took place in a simple and austere function.
No. 551
We had to search for a report card in the whole campus. I felt like going back to home but I couldn’t because of this mission of finding a single piece of paper
Probability
Editor’s Choice: No matter how cordial I was, there would always be students who wished I caught the occasional flu frequently or came under a speeding truck.
The Exam
In an old 80s style classroom full of students (around 50) an exam is about to start. There is the usual hustle and bustle the noise of the pencil box opening and closing
She gave me the toffee!
One very fine day of November, 1998 she started scolding the entire class for our non-serious attitude towards the studies. She kept reminding us that we are board-class students
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