amitabha bagchi::It was a holiday for the 11th standard and i had no particular reason to make the effort of getting out of bed, dragging myself to the bathroom and dressing up for school amitabha bagchi

amitabha bagchi::It was a holiday for the 11th standard and i had no particular reason to make the effort of getting out of bed, dragging myself to the bathroom and dressing up for school.
For the first time in the history of the great literary club of the even greater bal bharati public school was an author coming to interact with the members.
The president had to be there.
She wanted to be there.
To see history in making.
The pains that i took to make the idea a reality, to get people to read and discuss books, to withstand the scorn of my seniors!
But then, like all mothers in the world, i was happy that it had.
So, standing in the driveway of the school on a dry wintry morning, when i saw a long white car approaching, and i knew it was him, my heart skipped a beat.
My mind was back in the school library.
Have they arranged the refreshments?
Are the chairs in place?
I was like a jittery mother whose daughter is getting married, scared of the