My bad day

An unwanted day which left me totally confused and down.

I do not want to ever face it again. I really could not be happy with it. It with its weirdness did not anywhere in my life fit. I got up late to miss my important interview and then saw a big bruise on my head which really gave me an ugly look. Next, I got up to arrange my room and found it all messed up while also getting the knowledge of my missing book. I bruised my ankle when I slipped on the bathroom floor and then got a major hit when closing my room door. Bad day it surely was going onto becoming worse and then I was shocked to hear the news of my stolen purse. This purse had money in quite in big amount and my problems were piling without giving me any discount. When finally late as never I reached college it had closed being a half day. And suddenly came a car splashing the treasure of rods, mud specifically on my brand new shirt. My girlfriend Sneha just said quits saying I was a flirt. I could not just make out why all the wrath of God had been directed towards me. When I came back home, Mrs. Taneja, my hated neighbor had come bringing her ugly daughter Khoobsurat with her. And on seeing me she surely got love fever. Now I could not find a way to breathe. But acting normally I just smiled showing bare my white and pearly teeth. I was in a difficult way trying to appear normal. And that stupid girl was getting more and more informal. I wanted to kick her ass but I just said to myself, relax Raj relax. She finally by God’s grace went putting on my Pulsar a big fine dent with her rash riding. I was now for staying sanely alive striving. Now another blow came when father said he was sending me to Virgarh a fine village and now would have to stop college. He thereby assigned me some unwanted jobs and I ended finally in sobs. Seeing my pathetic situation my family tried to cheer me up but could not do so. I was feeling like a super solid flop show. I sadly finally retired to my room trying to subdue my gloom wondering what would be the story of the next day. Whether it would paint my dreams and designs red, blue or grey. 

Published by ambikajha

I am Ambika Jha.I like to write on different topics.I feel life is too short for anything.So let us work our best in the given time and let life's music be in rhythm and rhyme.So be your best and never stop to learn and write.

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