Life is not a bed of roses (Short Story)
It was a nice evening. In a lovely garden on a small bench Sansala was reading a book, sunken in deep thoughts. “Sansala ……. Sansala …..”It was her friend, Sachini. “Hey Sansala can’t you hear ah?” Sachini wondered at the silence of her. “Hello Sansala…..”Sachini spoke out coming to where Sansala was seated and tapped her shoulder. “Ha… oh God Sachini you. When did you come?” she asked. “I think ten minutes ago. I called you, mmmm didn’t you hear” she asked. “Really, I didn’t hear you. Sorry dear really I was reading this book deeply really sorry dear” she begged her pardon. “Oh it’s okay dear. Do you know tomorrow is our function in the college? So are you ready or…..still drowning in your book?” “No, no just now, just now I finished practices so I wanted to rest. I preferred reading” “Oh! At what time you came to read?”She asked her. “At about 3.00,” she replied calmly. “Hey girl, it is almost six o’clock now! Sachini pointed out. “Ha … six oh God” she as