Well, well, lemme tell you something. Here in Copper(my home town), we celebrate our Republic Day with Parade competition and ya some dance programmes. Then there would be a mela to cherish the morning of the Republic Day. Every year there would be so many people gathering in the Nehru Ground, where the programmes are usually held. And every year I and my sister along with some of our friends race to the mela to buy things we adore. And every year, Papa would leave to office saying "I've kept the money in the shelf". It has been so since years. He never forgets to keep the money, no matter what. But this morning, since I was asleep I didn't hear him saying anything. So as I woke up, I was a lil confused if he forgot about it or what. With hope I approached the shelf. Dhk Dhk *heart beats* Huh. There it was. A note of Rs.200. I held it in my hand with a smile. And as I looked up there was kunju(sister) standing there smiling at me. We both shared no words but...
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