Nobody seems to pay attention to what I was telling in the mock trails…everybody was busy in either chatting or laughing. Yeah….laughing coz their laughing stock was up for the speech….I knew this would happen..yet i went only coz professor Seth had asked me…. “H..h..hi..m…my…myself…..ku…ku..kun..Kunj… sa..Sarna..” as I addressed the class I could hear soft giggling sound..I was nervous than ever before….after speaking for about few minutes i broke down at the middle of the speech…..!! The soft giggling sound had turned out to be a noisy laughter..every eye was on me..People looked at me with disgust..no one said but i could feel…disheartened I left the class….
It was not something new for me…from early childhood m facing this problem, in spite of being a bright student m suffering…y?? just because I stammer…b..b…because I ca..can’t sp..spe..speak no..nor..normally…!!
I was sitting alone in the class when Professor Seth came to me wid an envelope…he handed it to me…surprised I asked him “what’s this sir??”
“its an appointment letter..as an intern under famous advocate Charles D’suza” I was shocked. Y would such a renowned man keep me as an intern under him?? How did he come to know me..with thoughts such as these swirling in my mind I asked “sir how..di..did..thi…this ha..Hap..happen??” professor replied “kunj my boy, u r one of the brilliant students of this college and I as ur teacher feel responsible…so i recommended my best student”
To be continued…
Sorry for this short update…. but i will only continue if u r interested…. and if u want me to continue… if yes plzz comment… sorry that i m unable to give an intro… i don’t want to kill the suspense… as its a short story.. three shots probably… so readers throw ur comments..