Anamika…Anamika… Yes, this is my name…I was not able to come out from the shock… I was in stupor state and it slowly reached my ears “Anamika”. I was back to my world. He stared at me, like an alien is sitting next to him.
He told casually you got a great inborn skill.
What?? I asked with confusion.
It’s rare to see people who get dreams without any sleep and he giggled.
I was out of my temperament. With anger I said, it’s my turn to ask you questions and not you. Who are you? How you know my name?
Can u guess? How I was able to find your name?
Again you are asking question to me. And this not a multiple choice question where I need to choose one from the many.
It’s simple, Just look around you.
I turned around and noticed the world became
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Shut up, anu. Don’t dare to say that again..
Chill out swapna…I was just kidding. Tell dear, how was the day? You say first…Looks like you were so happy… Any special thing happened to you, anu?
Yes, it’s so special… I heard my mind voice… Leave those swapna…Tell what happened to you. Swapna shared her college tales and she got many friends.
Anu, have you got any friends?
Hmm…yeah…Ar…
Anu and swapna get down please. If at all I travel to the whole world also, your chat will not end, dad told playfully.
We all laughed to the core.
Swapna’s mother asked me to have some snacks. Ofcourse I will call her mom as you all presumed.
“I think I should change my name as anu” show some care to swapna also mom, swapna told to mom with utter naughtiness. We all laughed instantly.
It’s night 10’o clock. When I will get sleep? I told his name Arjun… unknowingly I smiled. Its 10.30… I was thinking about him. I placed my heart in his sandwich eyes. How this can be possible?
Anu, when you will sleep? Swapna enquired.
Before, you sleep. I laughed.
Its 8’o clock in the morning we were getting ready for the college. Swapna, Is this dress is nice? Am I looking
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