Potrait of Myself
POTRAIT OF MYSELF
"Once again, it's a humid and
unusual day today. It seems like I'm getting used to this weather. Thinking
about it, coming to Mumbai has changed me a lot. For someone who used to love
rain, I now seem to despise it. My favorite season! Note the sarcasm.
These large windows in the classroom
are my only solace. Such lovely atmosphere to view. The teacher was late today,
so I gazed outside through the window and admired the beautiful trees, birds,
and the overcast sky. No rain, no sun, just a lovely cloudy day. The classroom
is beautifully structured, with its old wooden furniture. “Oh, how much I love
it."
"Today doesn't seem to be my
day, though. On my way to class, it rained. Alas! Why does it have to rain?
It's so annoying. The weather gets dreary, the roads get watery, and it's not
fair. The gardens are all muddy, and..."
"No offense, I love nature,
but not the muddy soil. So that's just me, with dozens of likes and dislikes.
What makes me, me, well, it is my smile. Hehe! No flex, but I have a cute
smile, and why shouldn't I? My name means smile."
"So, let me keep
smiling."
P.S. That happens only when it
doesn't rain.
Written by:- Muskan Nim
Date:- 21/09/2023
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