During my childhood, I couldn’t sit still. I had a habit of juggling balls. While trying to juggle 3 balls at the same time, the 3rd ball slipped from my hand and hit my mom’s favorite flask. Disssssssssshhhhh, the flask broke into multiple pieces. O’shit, I broke my mom’s favorite flask. I’m dead now! Suddenly, I began panicking. I started picking up broken pieces and threw them into the dustbin. All the broken pieces were gone but the flask was still broken. I ran to my nana’s room, hugged him tightly and told him about the flask. I was really worried…
Indian-Sage
by Prateek Khamesra