The cream of the crop, out of the blue, got ruined with a colossal pimple.
I kept ogling my self in my bedroom mirror with an impulsive shock.
“Tomorrow is the annual picture of the class and I will be looking like a sixty year old woman standing sandwiched between her class mates.” I bawled at the zenith of my voice.
My mother and my younger brother Kumail came dashing into my room.
Kumail cannot help laughing and made fun of me. However, my mother was also on the verge of smiling but tried to control her laugh by showing a crestfallen face in front of me.
She soothed me by saying that I might have eaten plenty of dry fruits that were now popping on my face.
This was not all, the whole night I was mumbling and praying that this pimple should attack another victim.
I soon fell asleep but my mind was not at rest it was incessantly showing me image of my self-being a pimpled cartoon among my friends.
At the break of dawn my eyes shot open. I left my bed in cowardly manner throwing away the blanket all on the floor. I rushed to my bedroom minor and shed tears intensely. It looked as if I would take a shower with my poignant tears.
Covering my half face with a small handkerchief I entered the school. Every body’s eyes were sharply on me. I walked without making eye contact to anybody. My classmates were my good fellows. They did not really ask me for the real cause root for the handkerchief on my face but my principal did get hold of me during the photo session.
Every body went curious of my childish behaviour. Without willing I had to pull of the handkerchief. Every body started murmuring into one another’s eyes. It was all of a sudden that the picture was taken and I was even unable to portray a smile on my face.
After so many years when I now recall this incident it really makes me laugh. The photo is still displayed in my room in which I had a malicious smile on my face along with the atrocious showpiece of pimple.