Dear Papa,
It's been a month since we shifted here and I'm already tired of my school. Its ridiculous. Nothing like my old school. I never remember doing so much of homework and writing SO many tests in just a week! Atleast I know I don't have Alzheimers, so there's no chance of me not remembering about the quantity of homerwork and tests I got back there. The only thing good about here is that I've found really good friends. There are two very good friends of mine in girls, Natasha and Sunaina. There's a boy who attends psycholgy class with me. I came to know him after two weeks of class. Apparently we started chatting online and that's how i know him. His name is Abhay. He's about my height and when he was chatting with me one day, I broke down for some reason cause' I missed you badly.
And you know what! That night I got my first guy best friend and brother! Another thing, Papa, that I wanted to tell is that there's a guy in my school, who is exactly the kind of guy that I expected. He is sweet, sensible and very good at heart. He doesn't let anyone down. He has eyes that warm up the soul of whoever looks into his eyes. He is tall, quite fair and has a perfect jawline. I only didn't start drooling yet. He has a heart of gold, cause' i never saw him behaving rudely to any person. And best of all! We became friends just two days ago. And I don't know how to react! So topic change!
I started playing my guitar again. And Di says I play even better now. I started learning it in April and only finished the basics. Remember how i bragged for it in the 8th grade? And you just said a plain no! But later I also begged you for a pair of roller skates and you let me buy them! I left behind my skates... I don't know Why on Earth I did that for?!
Still, guitar is what I play when I'm upset or when I just want to pass my time. But it is something that makes me happy and gives me a sort of inner peace.And I think of continuing my passion of playing the guitar.
Another funny thing about my school is that, I'm much better at English than my English teacher! Ain't that funny Papa?! Okay, Mamma's scolding me for not doing my homework. So I'd better hurry before she blasts out of her anger!
P.S. She's making improvement. But she works a lot here... Gets tired easily... I really feel sorry for her cause' she doesn't even complain about anything. Poor Mamma!
Yours ever Lovingly,
Alu <3
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Letters to Papa
Non-FictionI was 15 when my father passed away. I always told him about my daily experiences. But now he isn't there to listen to my non-stop chatter. So i decided to write letters to him... Letters on whatever happens to me. These letters help me in staying i...
