Today, after an hour of playing badminton, I and my friend went over to another's friend's house. She hadn't invited the others, so we had to slightly escape from the playing crowd. Within 5 minutes, a few other friends came over to her house in search of us. We had to hide in her room without lights. It was like entering a goosebump story. I had a small lamp in my hand in case of an emergency. And as my friend was talking them away, inside the room we sat, quietly. The dim street light from the windows were enough to see around the room. That time, I realised how hard silence was. As we also had a cool breeze outside, (which unusual because it is summer) it was like sitting in a dark room of a ghostly castle. We played ghost until others had left, and our friend let us out. It's hard to express how much fun we had in there, and this is the first time I ave ever experienced playing ghost! (we didn't play ghost actually!)
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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