I opened my Report Card slowly and saw it. A shiver went down my spine. The very thought of facing Maa with this card was enough to give me the jitters. I held the card close to my chest and sent out a prayer. The Universe always listens, they say! Does it?
The entire day, I thought of running away somewhere far.
I got off the school bus & just when I was about to ring the doorbell, I heard the sound of Papa’s scooter approaching. I sighed in relief.
With a smile, I said, “My savior arrives…just in time!”
Love,
Chinmayee
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Cute little story. 🙂
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Thanks a lot for reading and so glad that you enjoyed it.
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haha… that’s a nice role reversal for me
I used to be more anxious about my father’s reaction than my mother’s on report card days.
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Ha ha ha … Yes, scene of many Indian Households. Glad this resonated.
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That was sweet! Reminded me of my school days. The anxiety associated with report cards is so real!
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Thanks a lot fir the appreciation ❤️
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That was sweet! Reminded me of my school days. The anxiety associated with report cards is so real!
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