Chapter 3
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Part 3 – After effects of the show
"Aur…"Isha looked at her sister. "Di!" she shouted at Nisha. "Huh?" Nisha said totally lost in her own world. "Didi, mein kabse dekh rahi hoon, aapka dhyaan kahaan hai? Aap intni koyi koyi si kyun ho?" Isha demanded. "Nahi toh, hum sirf takh jaye hai," Nisha said and demanded that she was going to sleep so she could wake up early tomorrow morning. Isha knew something was wrong with her sister, she never dazed out like that. But right now, she was way too tired to find out. She was glad the show had been a hit but now it had left her with a pile of work to catch up from college and an exhausted body. She pushed her work away and promised that she would do it later. Of course the real meaning of "later" was to leave it until the last minute and then beg Nisha to help her. She smiled to herself at having such a lovely sister who helped her out all the time, including her long, tiring shows. "Shows" reminded Isha of the stranger she encountered today at her school. Curious, she pulled out her yearbook to check if the guy went to her college. Suddenly, she put it back. "Yeh main kya kar rahi hoon?" she said to herself. She had tons of work to do and here she was trying to find out who a guy was! Finally agreeing to do it just out of "curiosity" she looked for a picture of the man. She didn't find one at all after a long search. Tired, she left the table lamp light on, the yearbook open on her desk and went to sleep on her bed.
"Didi, aapko kal-" Nisha stopped and smiled at her sister sleeping like Kumbkaran on the bed. She looked at the table and went to turn the table lamp light off. She saw that the year book was open. She wondered why suddenly her sister wanted to look at the yearbook. She was about to shut the book when a familiar face captured her eye. Yes, it was the boy who she had stared at during her sister's show. She had been thinking about him ever since she got home and had hardly been listening to her sister. She pulled the chair and sat down gazing at the picture that stared back. She ran her fingers across the name. "Manthan…" she whispered. She smiled to herself, turned the lamp light off and put the yearbook back in its proper place. She went to bed with the name "Manthan" in her head.
Sorry if this part was a little boring...
-Pooja
"Aur…"Isha looked at her sister. "Di!" she shouted at Nisha. "Huh?" Nisha said totally lost in her own world. "Didi, mein kabse dekh rahi hoon, aapka dhyaan kahaan hai? Aap intni koyi koyi si kyun ho?" Isha demanded. "Nahi toh, hum sirf takh jaye hai," Nisha said and demanded that she was going to sleep so she could wake up early tomorrow morning. Isha knew something was wrong with her sister, she never dazed out like that. But right now, she was way too tired to find out. She was glad the show had been a hit but now it had left her with a pile of work to catch up from college and an exhausted body. She pushed her work away and promised that she would do it later. Of course the real meaning of "later" was to leave it until the last minute and then beg Nisha to help her. She smiled to herself at having such a lovely sister who helped her out all the time, including her long, tiring shows. "Shows" reminded Isha of the stranger she encountered today at her school. Curious, she pulled out her yearbook to check if the guy went to her college. Suddenly, she put it back. "Yeh main kya kar rahi hoon?" she said to herself. She had tons of work to do and here she was trying to find out who a guy was! Finally agreeing to do it just out of "curiosity" she looked for a picture of the man. She didn't find one at all after a long search. Tired, she left the table lamp light on, the yearbook open on her desk and went to sleep on her bed.
"Didi, aapko kal-" Nisha stopped and smiled at her sister sleeping like Kumbkaran on the bed. She looked at the table and went to turn the table lamp light off. She saw that the year book was open. She wondered why suddenly her sister wanted to look at the yearbook. She was about to shut the book when a familiar face captured her eye. Yes, it was the boy who she had stared at during her sister's show. She had been thinking about him ever since she got home and had hardly been listening to her sister. She pulled the chair and sat down gazing at the picture that stared back. She ran her fingers across the name. "Manthan…" she whispered. She smiled to herself, turned the lamp light off and put the yearbook back in its proper place. She went to bed with the name "Manthan" in her head.
Sorry if this part was a little boring...
-Pooja
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