YOURS WARNINGLY
There were only five students inside the classroom, four girls and a
pitiful boy. The four girls were standing at the four corners of the
room, one in each corner. The first one was continuously laughing at the
wall without any specific reason. Even if she saw any cockroach, she
giggled and said "ohohoho my goodness! A cockroach . .
ha ha ha". The second one was just looking at the wall, rocking her
head to and forth. At the first glance, one would assume that she was
listening to a story told by the wall. The third and fourth girls were
performing a non-stop Thiruvadhirakkazhi (Sorry, if I spelled it
wrongly) at their allotted corners. The boy was near the entrance of the
classroom and he was skipping. What was amazing was he did it in
ultra-slow motion. Even when he landed and jumped up, it seemed as if
the gravitational force had also gone down.
At this time, a person entered into that room with an iron rod in his hand. He had a gruesome face and there were stains of blood all over his body. On seeing him everyone stopped what they were doing and came in front of him. He slapped everyone including himself. Then he started speaking in a melodious voice which was uncharacteristic to his appearance.
He said, "You idiots! What are you thinking in your mind? You started writing in your blogs and you stopped it all on a sudden! What, the room no: 101, happened to you? What's the problem for you to write, when you have victims to eagerly read that?"
For all these words, silence was the answer given by the five people in chorus. Surprisingly, the first girl had stopped her laughter. The man continued, " See! Don't try to justify your mistake!" Now, one of the girls who were dancing sneezed. The man threatened her that he would switch on the table fan and direct it towards her. So, she swallowed her second sneeze which would have caused her deadly consequences. Then he resumed, "Even if you have appointments with Preitys and Ranbhirs, you must not fail to write in your blog, at least once in a millennium"
For this order, everyone nodded their heads as they seemed to accept that. At this moment, the boy woke up from his bed (a mat in fact) and realized what had been happening so far was not just a dream but a WARNING. He realized it and has started to write. Have you?
At this time, a person entered into that room with an iron rod in his hand. He had a gruesome face and there were stains of blood all over his body. On seeing him everyone stopped what they were doing and came in front of him. He slapped everyone including himself. Then he started speaking in a melodious voice which was uncharacteristic to his appearance.
He said, "You idiots! What are you thinking in your mind? You started writing in your blogs and you stopped it all on a sudden! What, the room no: 101, happened to you? What's the problem for you to write, when you have victims to eagerly read that?"
For all these words, silence was the answer given by the five people in chorus. Surprisingly, the first girl had stopped her laughter. The man continued, " See! Don't try to justify your mistake!" Now, one of the girls who were dancing sneezed. The man threatened her that he would switch on the table fan and direct it towards her. So, she swallowed her second sneeze which would have caused her deadly consequences. Then he resumed, "Even if you have appointments with Preitys and Ranbhirs, you must not fail to write in your blog, at least once in a millennium"
For this order, everyone nodded their heads as they seemed to accept that. At this moment, the boy woke up from his bed (a mat in fact) and realized what had been happening so far was not just a dream but a WARNING. He realized it and has started to write. Have you?
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