... I was, of course blissfully unaware of all of this, and even resisted- by means of kicks, bites and screams- when my mother asked me to go with her to the doctor. It was a rainy day, when everything is sloppy and muddy and rather ominous.
Give me any normal day and I hate hospitals more than a pretty girl would hate a pimple. But on rainy days, they are especially bleak and depressing. And the prospect of getting your precious vein - whose existence you weren't even aware of, until that moment - punctured, demands mutiny. To cut the chase short, it wasn't such a great time and I distinctly remember swearing to myself that I shall seek revenge and NOT look at my books for a whole week.
But as it is with kids, things are forgotten. And I have not been endowed with a bright brain, so I find it especially hard to remember things, and even harder to NOT forget them.
So while I was fuming and sulking all the way till we got back home, I forgot all about it the moment I entered my room and saw all my cousins fighting over a box of choco-pies...
FOOOOOOOOODDDD!!!
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