Growing nails is like making wine out of those bulky grapes.....wait for months together so that they grow..take good care...shape them....admire them...eh...tedious job i say... and then someone stamps your feet and the nail gets detached frm ur body in such a haphazard manner..that u feel like puking each time u see it.....fate it is called....and all this just because of those evil deeds....confused....?? ok here's the complete version of the story.....
It was one of those cloudy thursdays when i was as usual running towards the bus stop with my trap jampacked with quite a few morsels of bread and omlette...(thats how i usually have my breakfast...) yes , i finally got the bus...and after a few seconds the driver pressed the brakes...with all the strength he had....yea....and my sharp heels smashed this lady's feet...and "aaaaaaaahhhhh" she sighed..... i could do nothing except saying "i am extremely sorry" with a guilt ridden expression.....and her look of the eyes definitely scared me....yes ....call it my fate..... it happened again...the driver pressed the brakes...and this time it was my victims' other foot ....i could not face her....i thought she'd probably slap me....and this thought drove me to maintain a considerable distance from her....ahh..!! i felt so guilty....i can just imagine the kind of abuses she'd have in her mind....but it was not delibrate u see...so i stopped thinking
It was a nice day in college...so i forgot everything.....
I was back home...and guess what....i stamped someone again...god i would call it..." world stamping day"...and this time it was a bonny seven year old standing in the bus....she sobbed out of her wits....and i was too scared...coz her mom was searching for the person who did it...!! i felt like jumping out of the bus... why does these things happen to me god....? My friends could not control their laughter coz they witnessed all the stampings right from the morning....
climax of the story is completely filmy....my friends got down at their respective stops...and mine was the last...just a minute before i had to get down...a lady put her sandals on my nail...and it chipped off ....and it was like blood oozing out of all the corners of the wound....
now thats called..."as you sow...so you reap"
it was truly a crazy incident....and i called it the story of brakes and stamps....hehe...!!
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