My Wonderful Misfortune
THIS IS A TRUE STORY........... One morning, I went on a walk with my father. The path seemed ever so familiar, almost as if... Bangalore? How could it be? We were in Bradford just yesterday, and I didn't seem to remember getting on a plane. Anyhow, I knew the first thing I wanted to do, find my friends, my four best friends. After a few more steps, we reached chairs with a bizarre ( at first sight ) reason. By looking around, I inferred quite a lot. There was going to be a show. A dance performance, with four dancing girls. No prizes for guessing who they were! Siyani soon spotted me with her wandering eyes, but the others took a while. You tell by the look on her face and the huge (appearing) grin that she was eager to speak to me. When the dance was finally over, she ran up to me, followed by Aadhya, Vamika and Malvika. I pinched myself, like movie characters often do, to guarantee that I wasn't dreaming. It didn't hurt! I repeated this, but with ...