Vishwa Vyas

It all began from primary, 3:00pm to 6:00pm were the timings, I remember. Those were the only days when I headed to school regularly, Rest of the year passed battling with the struggle to skip or surrender. Followed by the secondary, early morning irked each time, But this word "half-day" never failed to bring a jubilant smile. Fortunately, this system continues in degree as well, I cannot thank much but just be dwell. Being in the last year, I hereby give my farewell to half-days, Alas, I hope to hear this word often on my whatsoever work place.

She belonged from an orthodox background, People suspected, she was too clumsy to be around. Renowned as a couch potato, Ain't they noticed, she had few rules to follow. Having people who celebrate their birthday's at nightclubs, Lately, she realized, she is a mere girl who've never been to pubs. Although she felt excluded at times, Each word, poured out her emotions into rhymes. Dreamt to dance on beats like nobody watching, Little did she knew, liquor was the module for all performing. Aware of the fact that she had an handful of amigo, She once wholly desired, for an eternal bailando. One time experience is all what she ever wished, Small dreams in a big town, she finally accomplished.