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The Watch ~ a heart breaking incident

"Anagha, look at my watch" my friend screamed aloud from the last bench of the class. I was wondering what was so special about the watch. I moved towards her as the bell rang. "yeah, what?" I exclaimed. She kept her hand in front of me with a nasty Smile. As I lowered my eyes to see the stuff, I felt a twitch, so funny, on my face. A beautiful piece of creation with all those gems embedded on it. The leather belt painted in black with tiny pores. Could it be I owned it, it would have taken me an hour or so to find out the time as I would spend some time enjoying its beauty. I was gaping at it, the way the frog did in the famous poem 'The Frog and the Nightingale'. But I was not wishing to give her any chance to show off. So I acted normal. "Just that? Well, it's quite beautiful" I said. "Just beautiful?" she asked ."Yes. Just beautiful !". I went from there without making any further statements. I was half burnt. As I moved, I heard a sound followed by crying noises. As I turned back , I saw the watch shattered in pieces. She was showing that to a boy next to her when it fell off her hands.  All my plans of crying for a similar watch in front of my parents broke with that watch. "Oh dear" I exclaimed.
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