living with psychotics and neurotics(part 3)

it was one of those days in which the entire group was feeling lazy and just, well... hanging around. we were all sooooo exhausted (don't remember why) and we thought of simply sitting in the common room after dinner. we were lazily and idly talkin about, well....nothing important. as a few minutes passed by, the other girls (who were as jobless as we were) started gathering around. when the crowd became...well.....crowdy, we thought of indulging in something we all would enjoy (since we were the senior most batch in the hostel it was naturally our responsiblity to entertain the crowd). amuru, the most popular and lovable personality among us in the hostel, steps forward and volunteers to imitate the way certain girls in the hostel walk in the most peculiar way. while she prepares to start "walking the ramp" many shout out names of the girls having the most funniest walks....all off us laugh uproaraiously while the girl being imitated at the moment steams and blushes. from somewhere i hear my name being called, but it somehow doesn't strike me as anything odd. after having imitated one of the teachers none of us were not particularly fond of, amuru starts hopping like a grass-hopper. i laugh my heart off and loudly ask, "who on earth walks like THAT?!!"....the crowd around me roars and i realise that it was me amuru was imitating...for a moment i was shocked...MY GOD!! that's how grass-hoppers would have marched to war!...i then get back to my senses and playfully shake my fist at amuru...aaahhhh! who cares, i've got people who like me for who i am....and that's saying much....