Sirf Ek..Saridon

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“Phone… check!
 Bus pass… check!
 Pencils… check!
 New notebook… check!”

Shouldering her bag once again, Clara felt all set for the new Creative writing class she was starting today. She had been looking forward to it for over a month now, and here she was, waiting for 6:59 to turn to 7.00! There was no way she would miss this one! She will attend this every week, and come out as a writer after 8 weeks.
Atleast that was the plan.
“Uh Oh! Something’s wrong!” she thought suddenly, with a hint of panic. “I feel that blasted migraine coming on… and the class will be three hours long.”
Her face crumpled as she came to the decision, she may have to skip this one after all. This headache wins again. Her shoulders drooped as she started to turn back, but suddenly stopped mid pivot.
Smiling to herself, she reached into the depths of her bag.


“Saridon… check!

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