Gift of the past

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Gift of the past.

A/N:- Heyo all the cool people out there. This book isn’t edited. Sorry! There are a little hindi slang used please don’t mind. This one I thought, needs to be published as I just wanted to share my journey.

Please give me suggestions as to how I can improve. You guys are lovely!

KY.

College. What!!??

8:30 AM. I lazily got up from my bed. Heard my dad yelling outside. “She is never on time. I tell you Kalyani she has become so irresponsible and she definitely forgot that her college starts from today.”

Wait. What? Oh freak! Today is June 18! My intermediate starts today! Also, I have to brace myself for the adversities of an all girls college.

I rush to the bathroom, brush, have a quick wash, wear a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Whew! all set in 15 minutes.

“Mom! I am ready. Breakfast please.” I called out to my mom who was busy preparing dosas.

“When will you ever get up and be on time? Ok I packed your bag and here’s your tiffin.” My mom smiled helplessly at me.

“Thanks mom. You’re a darling” I gave a cheeky smile. My mom rolled her eyes in reply.

Hi. I am Krithika.  I stand tall at an impressive height of 5’8”. Jet black hair cascade till my shoulders. I am very hyperactive. Always take initiative for everything. I am also very frank and thus I say things which I am not supposed to say and that leads me to my best friend- trouble. Oops! Also, I am super fun-loving and lazy at home.

College was a 10 minute drive and so I reached by 9:10.

“May I come in ma’am?” I asked as polite as possible. The teacher looked as though she was in her mid 40’s. Little on the heavy side. Extremely fair.

“You are late by 10 minutes! I do not tolerate indiscipline and that too this is the first class of the academic year. You may remain outside.” I was dumbstruck. I never expected her to be so intimidating.

“Ma’am, may I speak?” I continued. “I am sorry for being late and I will ensure that I keep track of time from now onwards. Please excuse me.”

The teacher gave a glance and allowed me in. Gosh! I have to be careful around her.

The teacher began by introducing herself. “My name is Dr.U.S.Geeta. I am your class teacher.I will now allot you your roll numbers and you have to choose a class leader. You have three days. I want this class to maintain strict decorum.”

To elect a leader we all had to know each other at a personal level. So I spoke to Ruchi.

“Are you Krithika?” a pleasant voice greeted me. I turned but couldn’t recognize the speaker.

“I am Gayatri. We studied together for a year in 6th class.”

Realization dawned upon me. Oh my god! She was my classmate for a year and I am meeting her after four years. Sometimes life is strange. You leave few people behind thinking that you would never meet them but fate definitely has other plans.

“Gayatri!!” I really couldn’t stop beaming. At least there was someone who I know in this hellhole called college.

And finally the D-Day is here!! Nah! Nothing big. Just the class election day where I miserably failed due to the amazing class politics. I won a precious vote apart from my own. Ok, that’s despicable!