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Nothing extraordinary about today, I woke up with the first bell
of alarm and I knew I had to become ready to go for Sunday mass. I
opened my eyes, looked at the chapped ceiling and the brown
Nothing extraordinary about today, I woke up with the first bell of alarm and I knew I had to become ready to go for Sunday mass. I opened my eyes, looked at the chapped ceiling and the brown coloured fan, which I remember was the colour of snow when I bought it from Mr.Dsouzas antique shop four years ago - a piece of pure lust . I knew that my fantasy of waking up from a silver satin mattress and reaching out for bed coffee which would be served in floral print cream porcelain glass in the morning would forever remain in the pages of my fictional lifebook. I woke up everyday telling myself that life is no fairy tale. My blankets were torn and the rugged bed I slept on was the cheapest of all one could find in market. I wore my pink slippers and slipped into my bathrobe hung next to the rosewood table to the left side of my bed. I brushed my teeth moving the bristles of the toothbrush up and down slowly and scanning each tooth in the mirror hoping that with todays brushing my pearlies might twinkle with a little shine and make me look more attractive when I smile at the handsome guy playing keyboard in the church choir. Then I moved my hands rotating the shower handle anti clockwise and let the cold water run through my hair first and descend down. I gulped some water inside and looked at the shower for sometime and then quickly moved my eyes to the square window in the bathroom, which had a mesh door that resembled the colour of my fan. I saw a tiny hole in the bottom and it didnt worry me since there was no chance that the outside world would notice it and bother me further. Then I looked at the four broken tiles in the right top corner next to the window. This is the first sight of my day, a reminder of my miseries, and how much incapable I am in fixing the slightest of problems in my life. Should I give up? Should I cut my wrist with the razor and let the world believe it was all an unfortunate accident, a wrong move of the blades in haste? No, that is a lot easier. I want to finish this shower without thinking about what I am incapable of doing. I got out of the shower, I wore my white satin dress with a blue lace ribbon around the waist. I wore my chain with the bright blue stone, daddys gift for my eighteenth birthday. I matched it with my white pumps purple and set out to walk towards the church. I shut the door behind me, and walked lifting my head with enough courage to face what life brought me today. There was just one thought that lingered in my mind -the only reason anyone would see me looking down would be when I was admiring my white pumps.