Virtual Date
I typed the message and sent it to her. She read the message. But she did not reply anything. I have been waiting for her reply since one minute. This one minutes seemed like hours. And everything flashed back in this one minute. The Past Let me first introduce my family. Basically we are Sharma’s. You might have heard about us in Parents’ conversation with their children. Most Indian middle class parents use our surname to compare us with their child making us the superlative ones. But with me it is totally different or rather totally opposite. My father compares me with every other child in my neighborhood or anyone who just pass by me, showing how incapable of any x, y, z etc. etc. thing I was. My marks were good according to me, but my parents wanted more. I tried hard in sports but I came second last or last. I took part in competitions but never got even a consolation prize. Not that I never gave my best, I did my best in every way but the results were never satisfying ...