If you’ve stayed in a hostel, you know what I mean.
Anyway, the latest crazy story (the last was Aishwarya eating chocolate ice cream with pineapple toppings) is about my sister.
She woke up at 5:00am today, got ready in half an hour (a new record), and walked out on to the street at 5:30am to look for an auto. There was no one there. She asked the guard to go look for an auto. None. She panicked. Got back home, and woke up dad (didn’t dare to wake me up for something like this). Dad asked her to wait for a few hours. Now she’s older than me, and she threw a tantrum.
So at 5:45am, dad got up, and drove her to the Statesman Building, where she got her Harry Potter book. As we speak, she’s sleeping with it under her pillow. (I think I’ll hide it)
First thing dad says to me when I got up today: “You know you’re sister’s got a crazy streak?”
“Huh? I’ve know that for 26 years!”
Update: I assumed she’s asleep. Apparently, she went to office after buying the book at 6ish. Crazier than I thought. So since I couldn’t hide the Potter book, as a consolation, I hid my mum’s cellphone.