This isn’t made up; it hasn’t happened either

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She glanced at the clock.
9:00
I looked at my watch with anxiety.
11:30
Ugh, it’s not yet time.
She went back to her Ananda Vikatan magazine. Sujatha’s story was proceeding at a very interesting pace.
I looked at my “A History of Communication Study” and stared at the chapter about Carl Hovland. My eyes were just scanning at the text: nothing went in, I made no effort to try to register the text.
I looked at my watch again.
11:47
I sighed. There was still time.
I opened my blog and started reading my older posts. This would be the only way to keep me occupied for some minutes.
She put the Ananda Vikatan down and picked up the newspaper. She laughed. She was reading the day’s newspaper when the day was almost over.
“Oh! The day is almost over!” she thought again, only that this time it reminded her that she had to do something else.
She looked at the clock.
9:27
She went to the phone.
She dialed the numbers.
My phone rang.
I looked at my watch.
12:00
I leapt up with joy.
I picked up the phone.
“Hello..”
“Ei kutty, Happy Birthday!”
I smiled widely. My eyes danced with laughter and happiness.
“Happy Birthday to you….. Happy Birthday Vani!” sang amma over the phone.