Home Alone
There are mainly 3 types of people: Introverts (the isolated guys), Extroverts (the social butterflies💬🦋) and Ambiverts (the middle guys). Introverts like staying alone, lost in their own world of thoughts💭, whereas the Extroverts like to be in touch with their friends, wherever they are. And lastly, the Ambiverts, who like to stay with friends but sometimes prefer to be all alone too.
(Akela Pakela Thakela)
Uh oh. Some of the sticks were really soggy, so I had to go
and heat them in the microwave. While keeping those sticks in the microwave, I
switch on the TV and I see Christopher Henry Gayle batting live. But I get so
engrossed in seeing his power-hitting prowess that by mistake I heat the sticks
in the microwave for half of an hour! Later when I open the microwave I see
that all of it has turned into liquid! To make matters even worse, when I went
to dump it into my dustbin, my father’s office bag is kept vertical right in
front of me, I trip over it and all the soya ‘liquid’ spills on the floor and my face lands right over it. Man, it is boiling hot. At the same time, my face
is covered with brown runny liquid and I have bruised my nose too, and Chris
Gayle is out too.
The worst thing hat can happen to an introvert is being thrown into a party🎉 where there are all unknown and man-I-have-never-seen-you-before people. The worst thing that can happen to extrovert is that being stuck a home, that too without having any thing to do. The worst thing that can happen to an ambivert is experiencing too much of either of the worlds (introvert or extrovert). So this blog is all about an extrovert (yes, that's me😉) all alone at his home that too for a whole SIXTY minutes🕐🏡. So read on, and keep on reading these shabby shenanigans of this person (yes that's me once again).
(Akela Pakela Thakela)
“Uhh!” I grunted. “Even cockroaches in the sewage by the side
of the road are forming groups and me, a proud Homo Sapien, has nobody to even
look at except for this large humdrum mansion!” The road was empty, barely any
vehicles to stare or glare at. The time was 6:26 am and 48 seconds when I
thought of sanitizing my teeth (so that I can munchy on some snacks which are
crunchy). Every day, that too twice a day, my poor teeth get whips of the
brushes of the Oral-B toothbrush. But the thing which was whipping my brain was
that I had nothing to do, since my parents are in Lonavla!
I stomped to the almighty snacks cupboard and removed the
translucent plastic box filled with spicy soya sticks. Then, when I was
crunching a stick between my premolars when I saw an abnormal silhouette on the
door right in front of me, as I was lying on the tomato-red sofa. Stupefied, I
was!
I ran as fast as my legs were carrying me, heading towards
the balcony, I grabbed my Kashmir Willow SG bat, scampered quick once again
towards the door and all I saw was Harshit Gupta (my neighbour) standing on the
porch glaring at me with dim eyes, says, “Bro, you must’ve forgotten turning on
the light of the porch, that’s why I look like a silhouette. Anyways, comin’
out for jogging with me?”"No, friend. Parents have gone out.” “Okay. Have a
nice day!” He was (and is) a nice friend of mine.
Uh oh. Some of the sticks were really soggy, so I had to go
and heat them in the microwave. While keeping those sticks in the microwave, I
switch on the TV and I see Christopher Henry Gayle batting live. But I get so
engrossed in seeing his power-hitting prowess that by mistake I heat the sticks
in the microwave for half of an hour! Later when I open the microwave I see
that all of it has turned into liquid! To make matters even worse, when I went
to dump it into my dustbin, my father’s office bag is kept vertical right in
front of me, I trip over it and all the soya ‘liquid’ spills on the floor and my face lands right over it. Man, it is boiling hot. At the same time, my face
is covered with brown runny liquid and I have bruised my nose too, and Chris
Gayle is out too.
My parents told me that they’d leave me home at 4:00 am and
be back at 7:00 am. And at 7:01 and 53 seconds, precisely 6 seconds after the
shabby catastrophe mentioned above, “Ting Tong” goes the doorbell. After all, in the end I want to pass two
invaluable gems of advice: Never EVER try to handle any gizmo while watching a
superb batsman batting. And; NEVER EVER leave your kids home alone!
So, I'm pretty sure that you must've learnt a couple of lessons from this story. Hope that you don't experience such an experience in your life. So take care at your home, Cheerios, and keep on reading my blogs, Mis Amigos!! And hey, do check out my YouTube channel too! Here is the link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCUYlk5iGjQ3K3EaL_73kM3A.
So, I'm pretty sure that you must've learnt a couple of lessons from this story. Hope that you don't experience such an experience in your life. So take care at your home, Cheerios, and keep on reading my blogs, Mis Amigos!! And hey, do check out my YouTube channel too! Here is the link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCUYlk5iGjQ3K3EaL_73kM3A.
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