Escapade

It was sometime in the evening. Mom sits near me to browse through my albums. She is adamant at seeing the whole lot of them right away. I have no choice but to agree. And there goes the shortlisting train. Only if she cared to understand that those were my friends. The next day I am in college and when I come across those shorlisted faces, I feel a bit awkward. The next moment I am running away from them all, scared and lo!, I trip and fall, the kick. That was exactly what I was looking for. A narrow escape out of one skunky dream. :P