˙˚ʚ 𝐀𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ᰔᩚ.ᐟ.ᐟ
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In the bustling corridors of a lively Indian high school, amidst the chaos of classes we find Meera Sharma, is the kind of girl who seems ordinar...
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As Preeti and I walked through the corridors towards my classroom, engaged in conversation, my eyes kept scanning the crowd, searching for a familiar face. But no matter where I looked, I couldn't seem to find him. Disappointed, we entered the classroom, where Rani was already waiting for us. She greeted us with a warm smile, and Preeti wasted no time in pulling her into a tight hug.
"Hayee, kitni patli ho gayi hai meri bacchi, khana nhi khaya kya tune yaa dieting kar rahi thi pure mahine" Preeti exclaimed teasingly, making a show of inspecting Rani's frame. While I chuckled at her remark.
(Oh my, how slim my child has become! Have you not eaten anything, or have you been on a diet for the whole month?)
Rani playfully hit her head and chuckled. "Pagal!" she said affectionately, returning Preeti's hug. Then, turning to me, she asked, "So, how was the vacation, babies?"
(silly)
Preeti couldn't resist making a joke. "Just like you... boring!" she replied, bursting into laughter including me. Rani playfully slapped her arm again, and Preeti pouted, protesting, "Yar, ek toh baby bolti ho, upar se marte bhi ho! Koi aise marta hai kya bachche ko?"
"Wow, didn't you called us baby! now you are only beating, Who slaps a child like that?"
Rani shook her head with a grin. "Harkate toh bachon wali hai, lekin jubaan nahi, kutti kahi ki," she teased. We all laughed, and I interjected, "Bas karo yaar, mera pet fat jayega haste haste," eliciting more laughter from my friends.
(The behavior is childish, but the tongue isn't; you're acting like a real brat.)
As the assembly progressed and teachers began delivering their speeches, I couldn't help but feel a sense of discomfort standing in the scorching sun while they enjoyed the cool breeze from the fans on the stage. The contrast was stark - they stood in comfort while we, the students, endured the blazing heat.
I listened half-heartedly to their words of motivation, urging us to focus on our studies and excel in our academics. While I understood the importance of their messages, it was hard to concentrate when all I could think about was escaping the relentless sun beating down on us.
I glanced around at my fellow classmates, noticing the sweat glistening on their faces as they tried to stay attentive.
As the speeches dragged on, I couldn't help but wonder why the assembly couldn't have been held in a more comfortable setting.
Khud toh fan ke niche h aur bhashan de rahe h, aur hume dhoop mein khare kar diya hai, I thought to myself with a hint of frustration.
But before I could linger any longer, Preeti tugged on my arm, pulling me away from where we stood.
"Chal na, Meera!" Preeti said, oblivious to the turmoil raging within me. "Aaj ka din bada boring ho raha hai, kuch masti karte hain!"
