Chupke Chupke...Shhhh..

If you have read my previous post, you would have known that "The Letter" was written as a competition with my 9 year old neighbor. I ended up winning it and she was petrified looking at the length of the story. She had written a cute story about winning tickets for her family to visit a theme park in the city. I enjoyed writing it and I am glad i have such young friends who give me interesting challenges. In case you are lazy, like me, you can read my story right here.  ________________________________________________ It was a regular Monday, you were getting ready for school. Suddenly a letter comes to your house.  In this digital age, the beautiful art of letter-writing has long faded away.Other than a rare advertisement and the regular telephone bills You pick up the envelope, and without even looking, you toss it on the table over a pile of Kannada newspapers that grandmother had neatly stacked up. "Bye Ajji", you scream as you dash towards the door to

It was a regular Monday, you were getting ready for school. Suddenly a letter comes to your house.  In this digital age, the beautiful art of letter-writing has long faded away.Other than a rare advertisement and the regular telephone bills You pick up the envelope, and without even looking, you toss it on the table over a pile of Kannada newspapers that grandmother had neatly stacked up. "Bye Ajji", you scream as you dash towards the door to make it to the school bus on time.  At school you are busy with friends, learning new chapters across subjects, writing surprise tests while that letter still lies on the pile of newspapers wondering why you did not care to notice it. No. Just kidding. The envelope and its contents do not have emotions. They are just lying there. Ajji knows the value of letters. It is reminiscent of her younger days when she used to communicate with her family via snail mail. She is nostalgic and picks up the letter. She instantly notices that it is

I love writing and I try to find every opportunity to write something. So last week when my 10-year-old neighbour told me she had a school assignment to complete over the Dusshera holidays and that it involved writing a short story, i pounced upon that opportunity and though it is not the right match, age-wise, I thought it would be fun to compete. There is no evaluation in terms of who writes a better story, but rather one with speed. I have a full time, paying job at Deloitte and a full-time non-paying job at home. And she has complete 12 hours at hand to complete it. Going by how school kids are during their vacation, i bet she will procrastinate. Well, so will I, since i know she is going to. Now the question is, for how long will we continue this game of procrastination, yet compete in this time-bound challenge! "It was a regular Sunday, you were getting ready for school. Suddenly a letter comes to your house..". This is the beginning as provided by her English teach