Part 11
Me: Now after this fab performance by anmol we’ll move to the group dance performed by the girls of our class
[they started on o re piya…i came backstage and saw kittu playing with the coins…..]
Me: Ehh….whats going on….
Anayma: Toss….if heads then i’ll send request….if tails then i’ll not…..
Me: Mad…totally mad….really mad…
Anayma: No yaar, don’t say this….u r not mad
Me: M not….ohh leave it
Anayma: Its heads….
Me: Kittu…u r….
Anayma: Okk…one two three….damn
Me: What now?
Anayma: Dead…
Me: Who?
Anayma: Mahatma Gandhi
Me: What??
Anayma: My phone’s battery
Me: Please kill me god
Anayma: Give me ur phone
Me: No
[…..but she took my phone and ran. I also started but dance was over and i had to go]
Me: An awesome performance by the girls….now the turn of group song…..
[group song started….suno gaur se duniyawalo…..i tried to find kittu but in vain….group song also ended]
Me: Thankyou boys and girls…now after a refreshing break of 15 mins we’ll meet right here….
[these 15 mins were wasted on the stupid meeting illness called for the rest of the performances]
Shrutija: Now give ur 100%….bla bla bla……we have to win…so what u have to do?
Me: First i’ll anounce dehaaz’s song, then sheetal’s poem, then anayma’s speech, then end
Shrutija: Gud, best of luck, remember u have to win, now go
[everyone left. We were also about to leave but kittu slipped and dehaaz held her….and in thát moment, seeing them together don’t know why, but i felt that they…they are to be together…]