i am throwin no tantrums

It was just a thing on my chin.... i thought i had all the power to fiddle with. As jobless as ever ..i kept pushing this thing on my chin with the tip of the pen in my hand.... and kept saying...c i can hurt u...so u get away.....jus go... i did this for two days and no nights....the third day........something happened.....the entire focus was on this little thing....for this little thing was no more little....as if it had some saved potential.....and now it was all set to get all the attention and take the revenge..... it was swolen now..... it could be measured now... i could give it a dimension may be in cms. And above all this there was pain. But there was courage that i am stronger than that little thing on my chin which supposedly could either be a heat boil or an unhygienic pimple. Either ways i thought i was stronger.
Sitting on a chair right in front of the most annoying thing called the computer in the most wierdest of places which is my principals office....i was trying to feel how hard can it pain....how much...and how long.....wen it started raining .... and my sir out of my amusement said....lets go ....pack up and go home...its gonna rain....( dude its just rain...not an earthquake i said)
all on my way...i kept describing the pain to Saritha....nothing was more important to me than the pain......... the evening went....and i was asleep.....and suddenly i was crying...ew...... just for a small thing......aaaaaaaaaah..........history man......
next day i was upset that i cried last nite....on my bed....all alone........ ahhhhhhh...................so i stayed home isolated....now the war had begun...and it was time to discard this little thing....its my chin....my face...u stranger ....u gotto go...just as i say........
and then my moms always there to support even wen its not required....So as a habit she cam all equipped...with a bundle of cotton and may be a knife...( kidding) ......Attack......
Me: crying loud with all the possible sad face..
Mom: Shadap and be brave
Me: wats about being brave... u be brave..i am better of crying
Mom: get away... u loser
Me: Ohk... please please....do do...i am not a loser....please....
Mom: My baby......
the melo drama stopped and i cried louder than ever......the thing was damaged and Sameera won the battle and wrote a victory on her name with a scar on the chin...which i believe will be on sight for atleast 6 months for people to get curious about....and giggle about...
:-/ :-( :p :D