Rinky always made sure that she was happy on special occasions. The day after the next was one such occasion. She liked referring to this one as the Grand Slam. (If you're expecting the 4th Grand Slam tournament of the year after the Wimbledon tennis tournament 2007, then allay your excitement, because Rinky's Grand Slam was certainly not related to that.)
It was time to say good night, when Rinky was found admiring her waist-length hair, as she knit all kinds of possibilities that could happen on the concerned day. At that instant, something terrible happened.
Why the hell does this have to happen each time?(Thank God she didn't say that aloud, otherwise people around her,though there were none & she always craved for atleast one,would have learnt Rinky's usual way of wishing herself 'good night' in such situations.)
Just 2 days to go for the Grand Slam & she had landed in the midst of all this mess!
Beep beep. (Now that's a double-decker slang). How on earth did things always fall through?(Well, this was 2 days ahead of time. On a few other occasions it had been just two minutes before time!)
That night she was engaged in fisticuffs with her pillow.(No doubt that she imagined it to be her best enemy) . When she was exhausted after acting maniacal, luke warm salty water rolled down her cheeks. This made her embrace her pillow in a familiar grip, to press her face into it , in order to make sure that nobody saw her priceless beads of transparent liquid. (How could anybody make out that this was the same pillow which she had been lambasting not more than a minute-and-a-half back?) She ran her hand from one side of her head to the other & halucinated that somebody was telling her, "Don't worry. Everything will be fine. I'm always there by your side." But in reality nothing as such happened. The more it sank in, the more did her emotions pour out... She had no idea when she had fallen asleep.
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