Ghost Calls, hima [top 10 books of all time txt] 📗

you came along… and the best thing is you happened to be a messenger and you’re trying hard to help me. Now… there is another messenger that is trying to help me…” she grinned.

“We are going to be dead today…” Neha said as she walked me to the class room. “Don’t you know today we have a get to know session with seniors, in the function hall…?” “So…?” I questioned. “They will be ragging us in the name of getting to know each other.” She said.

“What do we do?” I asked. She shrugged her shoulders. We sat for the math’s class when our seniors entered into the class and asked madam’s permission to send us out to the function hall. “Don’t you See I’m having a class now…” She said in grim tone.

We all sighed thanking her in mind at once. We all held our heads down sighing that at least we could escape it for a period. “Oh…! No…” I heard Neha curse herself. Why is she cursing, I looked up to see Aryan walking in. I frowned. “See...” she mouthed.

Aryan spoke to her for a few seconds and she smiled at him and then left without a word, carrying her books away. Our seniors cheered at once and boys patted Aryan on the back. Poo came in… “Come on hurry up. We don’t have the whole day for you…” she said casting spiteful glances at us. I knew she is up to something.

We piled ourselves into the function hall, we all stood closer at the end of the hall, and it was funny to see everyone fighting to stand in the back lines. In the middle of hustle pushing each other, we were thrown to the front line.

Poo walked up to the stage and her minions cheered for her. Aryan was sitting relaxed at the front row and Poo was giving side way glances to him while she continued to talk. “We’ll call you one by one on to the stage and you should do whatever we say…” she said glaring at me.

“Now…” she said searching the crowd but I knew she would call me first. She pretended some more time and then called me on to the stage first. My classmates cheered me. Aryan at once turned back when she announced my name. He gave thumbs up which added to Poo’s fury.

“Let’s see… what you’ll do… Perhaps you can sing us a song…” she smirked. I sighed and began to sing the only that I ever heard in the orphanage… a Hindi song from Krishna cottage (Suna..Suna...). She stopped me bursting out with laughter.

“Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t know that your desi type. Don’t you know any English songs…?” she smirked. “Come on Poo… Look at her. She …? English song…?” One of her minions began.

I never heard any English song except for the one that I heard when Aryan drove me to home. I tried to remember it in between the threatening tears and thanks to my photographic memory. I began to sing in my beautiful voice

I must be crazy now…
May be I dream too much…
But when I think of you…

I heard huge round of applause. Thankfully, I don’t remember the next lines exactly. Poo hit her minions when they started clapping too.

“Well, you should dance in the fresher’s party…” she ordered and noted my name. “But…” I started to protest. “Next… Lina.” She called cutting me off.

I got down the stage and started walking towards my classmates. Everyone congratulated me even those who don’t know me, seem to praise my voice and courage. I smiled at them.

“One song to become famous…” Neha laughed.

“Song…” Poo said uninterested. DB started singing Britney spears ooh baby when every one of the boys pounded on the chairs shouting Oooo….. But Poo made her stop. She smiled and bent in front of them in theatrical style and ran towards us.

“Neha…” she called. “It better be good.”She thought and went away. “You have a situation here. You have a girl friend that is as ugly as you are… She wants to break up with you what will you do?” she said satisfied with herself. (as she called Neha ugly in front of everyone…) Neha was clearly irritated by it but remember she is after all Neha…

“I need a person to act as my girlfriend…” She said scanning through the crowd. “Poo…” She called and Poo was startled. “Who could do that ugly girlfriend part better than you…” she said. “What…?” Aryan and other boys laughed out loud. “Are you feeling shy to come here..? Well, no problem. I’ll come there by myself.” She said getting down the stage.

“Get lost…” she screamed. Neha came back to us laughing madly. Next, they called Rahul and the boys asked him to do frog dance… He jumped from one place to another landing in different postures. We enjoyed when the boys ragged, it wasn’t like they wanted to tease us… They were friendly than the girls.

Each of us girls has to face Poo’s comments except for Ria; it seems they two have something in common. Five of the boys were selected to prepare a skit and some of the boys voluntarily gave names to dance but girls… we are all doing something that we aren’t interested in.

They had our entire morning session, Poo left as soon as the ball rang with her minions trailing behind. Our class boys were speaking with seniors and they were encouraging them to take part in different acts. “What do we do…? What concept do we have for the skit..?” My friends were discussing when I went to them.

I have my own problem I don’t know how to dance. Who will help me? May be Neha can help… “Neha…I really don’t know how to dance will you help me?” I asked her.

“I have a crazy idea…” she said and all my friends gathered around her and they whispered secretly and they all laughed at her crazy idea whatever that is… Soon everybody started leaving.

“Megha… Did you ask something before?” “Dance…” “I’m sorry, I don’t know dancing…” She cut me off. All my hopes crashed. I didn’t notice Aryan coming towards me.

“You sing well…”he said. I gave a weak smile. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I can’t dance… I mean I never danced… “He cut me off. “I’ll teach you if it isn’t a problem…”he said. “Really… that would be great.” I said excited.

“Meet me at the ground before you go home.” He said and left. We went to our classroom and soon finished eating.

We talked about how Neha made fun of Poo when she tried to embarrass her. We laughed thinking of her expressions at that second. Few more girls joined to discuss and we were all like bitchy Poo.

“Hi…Megha. You really sang well. You have a beautiful voice…” one of the cute looking boys of our class said. Neha started poking me behind. “Thank you…” I said. He dragged the side bench a little closer and sat there. “What song did you choose for dancing..?” he asked.

“Karan, actually she doesn’t know how to dance. Will you help her?” Neha smirked. “Oh! Sure…” he said. “Actually, I have a friend who offered to help me. So… thanks and I’m sorry…” I said. “It’s okay...” he said.

“So... girls what have you planned about the skit…” Raj said sitting on the top of the bench in which Karan sat.

“Surprise…but I’m sure you’ll all enjoy…”Neha said. “You have terrific brain Neha… I’m sure that skit will be epic.” Rohan butted in.
She frowned. “I’m sorry…” Sonali said. “My girlfriend…” he said pulling her closer. Neha scolded her. “What’s the concept of the skit?” Karan asked. Neha screamed out loud before Rohan even began. “No… you aren’t going to spoil the fun… If you tell anyone about it I’m going to kill you…” Neha threatened.

“It seems we have to wait three more days then.” Raj said. “What’s with that Poo, I mean she literally spoke ill of everyone except for Ria… Neha you were awesome there.” Raj said laughing.

“Hey… don’t you scold my ugly girlfriend…” Neha said. We all burst into laughter once again remembering it. We were like literally rolling down with laughter, thinking about the famous Poo when Ria walked in.

“Guys… I have a small announcement. Someone here is a pet for my ugly girlfriend…” she said looking at Ria.

She huffed and stomped away and Rahul followed her giving dirty looks at Neha. We burst out into laughter once again.

Our English Professor Mrs. Khanna walked in; she is a kind, old lady who seemed to like me very much. “Do you have a joke to share?” she asked us while the boys straightened the benches and sat. We remained silent, she went on with lesson.

“I don’t know what’s with the math’s teachers, they are all seriously moody.” Neha exclaimed scribbling down our weekend assignment which is a total of 20 large problems.

He didn’t take class today so I started doing my assignment. As the bell went, I have almost done 10 problems. Karan sat in the next row beside me, he was smiling at me whenever I accidentally saw him and I did the same.

Usually we all would have rushed out soon after the bell but something changed today that brought us all together. Most of us stayed back, a few of them left waving goodbye to us. Rahul and Ria didn’t even do that.

“What do we do now?” Raj said sighing. “What’s wrong?” Neha asked. “Haven’t you seen the sums? It would take us total weekend… I thought we could practice this weekend well.” He said. Everyone nodded.

Neha was thinking hard about something. “Megha…How much time would it take for you to solve the rest of the problems…”

I glanced at the problems 5 of them are really easy and the rest I should have to work on them to get results. I calculated the expected time for each problem.

“May be another hour…” I said. “Take your own time but try to finish them today. Will you…?” she asked. I nodded. “What’s your plan?” Raj asked. “She’ll solve us all problems and tomorrow, Will it take us one hour at the max to copy those solutions?” she asked directing the question to me. I nodded.

“Good but where will we meet…?” Karan asked. Please.. Don’t say my home… I don’t want the burden on Mehta’s but secretly I don’t want them to know that I’m an orphan. I mean… just now they started to like me… who knows what they will do if they knew my background completely.

“Where else would it be? At my house…” she said. “Tomorrow, Sharp 10 at my house…” she said. We all started to disperse when Karan walked towards me. “Do you need any help with those?” He asked pointing to my assignment book. “Hey, don’t you remember? She is the most brilliant girl…” Neha butted in. “I’m good, I can finish them off easily. Anyways thanks…”I said.

He smiled and left. “Do you know his family is one of the most popular and richest of all the families here?” Neha said. “So…?” I asked. “I was just saying…” she said walking out.

“Megha…” I heard Aryan’s voice. I turned back to see him. “I’m sorry, I