i screwed up usually the last subject of every examinations, because of the excitementof the 10 or a month of holidays, thinking what all can be done, played, travel plans etc..
The worst is the night of the last day of holidays, the night to worry on marks, night to worry on where my bag is (which was thrown under the staircase somewhere 9days back), the night to worry on how will i take the lunch box out after 10 days, ofcourse unwashed.. and i see appa pass by our room to kitchen to have his routine black coffee & when he come back holding the cup, he enter our room generally to see whether we 3 have slept ( btw we are 3 sisters) & specially to ensure that my second sister's thigh is not on my chest, (the one who turn her position of sleeping according to clock timings, usually end up keeping her heavy thigh on my chest in the process of clockwise turn) n i will be nearing to death after several attempt of making it move with all my energy, mostly appa's those rounds help me breathe to a good sleep n i enjoyed all the more when i see him throw her leg to the other side from me.
Well yea coming to the worries, first thing first!!
Without any alarm help i would wake up naturally early as there is an alarm back in my head to wash my lunch box making as noise free as i can n keep it back in the cupboard where my sister's is. i go in search of the bag 1st which is a task to find under the staircase in darkness, open the bag, slowly remove the box n run to the bathroom n now is the tedious task starting.. its the most horrible scene to see the tiffin box with fungus (Oh c'mon pls dont feel all "eeewww yikes", am not the only one in the world who have done this) i on the heater n take the boiled water n pour it on, wash all the dirt away, scrub it well, let it in boiled water for 10 mins n wipe it off, slowly enter the kitchen n place it back in the rack n get back to bed.
Wow .. its a feel good moment i tell u.. After a while i hear mom calling out "Bo... where is your lunch box?? , with a smile i go to the kitchen n he asks "Is it still in the bag itself??" i smile again n get into the store room n make a grand exit n give her the box n say "it was there only" buhahahahaha
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