Today, I shall start with a story, probably no one has ever heard of :) Some of the readers might enjoy reading this story. It is not a fairy tale nor is it some movie story nor a fiction. Its a story that I have chosen from real life that I have seen and felt. I always wanted to write about it but the ''tomorrow'' word always let me behind. And it has been more than a decade since I said to myself I will write it.
This story is about a baby girl who was born in a middle class family. She was a crying baby, exactly the opposite of her elder sister. She used to cry so much nobody wanted to pick her up. She could cry for hours and make her neighbours wonder and may be annoy them a little. Her poor mother used to try hard to stop her child from crying. And being a mother of two was not easy. Her mother woke up many nights and loosed a lot of sleep as the baby used to cry even at night. Anyways the days passed by, months passed by and the baby was soon big enough to go to school.
She turned out to be a jovial kid who loved jokes and loved laughing out loud. She also loved watching movies and she loved dancing and singing. She was a dreamer from a very young age. Everytime she came back from school she used to imagine things and write it down in a piece of a paper in the form of a story and laugh by herself. She then used to share the story with her friends and made them laugh. At home, during off school hours she used to play prank at her elder sister. Do silly act laugh by herself. Her dad loved the way she was; funny and silly.
