today went good. we actually had special class in maths today because we are yet to complete 5 more chapters for annual. so its a bit hard time. the happy thing about today is we had our p.e. class after a year. And we had our special class in 7b, my old class. It gave me a lot of memories, and it gave me few beatiful memories. so, one info for you readers is that in the next few posts, I'll be telling you about my experiences at 7 B. So, wait and read!
Edit 1 : This is something I wrote a long time ago. repurposing for entertainment purposes. any harm thus caused isn't intentional; it happens to be a byproduct. Nobody knows how old BK Uncle is. Some say he's 60; some say he's awaiting his 80th birthday next month. He's been around for a long time. "Long time" might not seem so long, but for this young flat, it feels like an eternity. Old BK seemed nice; he'd converse with anyone he encountered. The four W's never mattered until they came out of him. People got used to his habits, like any obedient student would in an assembly. Well, most people. My interactions with BK Uncle have been quite amusing on my end and irritating on his. Incidentally, most of my interactions with BK Uncle happen on Saturdays. Probably because that's when I'm home, and I take a stroll in the lobby. Not so long ago, I'd play with my friends in the same lobby—it didn't matter what day of the week it was. Times...
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