"Six hours more for this day to end". Before she ends, the girl said, "OMG!!!!! it's already twelve". It was middle of april. People had shut themselves in, fearing the scorching sun. The family members were busy on their affairs. The place is so quiet except the echo of sounds from the neighbor's television. They involve in conversation now and then on minor things. Nothing significant seems to happen, one more boring monotonous day. She was busy preparing for her board exam, meanwhile talking to her mom about the vacation plans, for which she only receives same reply. Her mother would say "First try to study with concentration without getting distracted". This would resurret silence again in that ambience. She became involved with her text book. There was another woman in the house,a sick soul, lying on death bed and counting her days. Her pain was too intense, severing everyday. Nights seems finer to her. The power of her pills make her fall asleep. Days very hard to bare for her. With such a heavy heart she looked on to the clock. she thought, "Six hours more for this day to end". Before she ends, the girl said, "OMG!!!!! it's already twelve".
