The Deranged Thoughts Of A Girl

We fight back tears sometimes. Or try to fight back tears. It doesn't make sense,these tears and stuff. Why can't they come out at our command rather than flowing out by itself without no one to hold it back. It is a cruel trick of the nature. At times,they are uninvited,at times they are hoped,at times they help us relax but still... Sleeping beside her, I stared at her watering eyes. It was happy tears. She kept on repeating the story and yelling out squeals of happiness at times. Usually, I just told her to stop but today I didn't feel like it. I didn't want to steal that 2 hours of extreme happiness from her. She just looked so graceful saying that story. If we don't have someone to share our happiness with, it leads to nothing. A moment is lost like that, with ignorance. I was keen not to shout at her as she kept on repeating how happy she was because I wanted her to enjoy the freedom and liveliness she sacrificed for us. This is the least I could do. It w...

 Lining up for the assembly is the most dreaded thing on school days as we are sleep-deprived and also have an instinct that we are going to stand like this for one hour. Dragging our legs on the floor while the teachers command through the mike to move in silence. After standing in line, we have wait for five minutes to let the other block heads to position themselves. Hopping from one leg to another to ease the pain, some are leaning against the pillars while the energetic ones are chatting their ears off. Suddenly,there was a hushed silence which was followed by couple of giggles. I wanted to see what was drawing a lot of attention when I saw a glimpse of a girl walking down the steps to the lower podium. She was in casual dress which surely indicated it was her birthday. We all wear the same uniform but birthday students are allowed to wear anything they want ,except indecent,tight dresses.( which means we have to come in the costume we sleep). The strange fact about her app...