I know this is a general trait of getting and drawing attention among your friends. Seeing the posters of the Tennis champ Raffle Nadal also made me feel great as some where he resembles my dream hero. I like to copy his actions and also love to clench my fists like him.... You can rightfully say Hero worshiping!
So while I was writing the story the hero of my story Raj was no other than me. I tried to create a guy who was intelligent, soft in his outward nature but a tough guy inside.
Meet me and my group:
It was a real difficult decision for me as I used to stand in front of the mirror for hours trying to anticipate how I looked with my clenched fists and a blue band decorating my forehead. My sister used to laugh at me calling me names saying that I resembled none but a joker and no where my story’s hero resembled me and tease me telling,"Shaheb ka Popat ho gaya."
I used to get very angry and retaliate by shouting for help from mummy and that too, at the pitch of my voice when she used to be very busy, because I knew that she would scold my sister for troubling and teasing me.
I used to feel great and highly elevated praising my intelligence when mummy scolded her for being tough to her kid bro….. Ha ha...That’s me!!
So while writing the story I only dreamt that I might have done all which Raj did.
So when I wrote in my previous chapter, ‘....... about to leave a white police vehicle drew in front of Raj’s house,’ I dreamt that Raj might have looked with his raised eyebrows raised anticipating that some thing wrong might have happened..
Clockwise from the top: Myself, Aakash, Ricky, Suzy, Kiran and BoskyNow let's move ahead...............
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