Magical-Dance performance on zoobi-doobi.

It was farewell of my college's seniors. As a dancer I was requested to perform. For near about one month I  wondered what to do? I wanted to do something special. I wished to give my seniors a special performance which will touch there hearts. One day, I got the idea. I thought of doing it with magic. I had a classmate who knew magic. I requested him to perform it with me. He accepted without any hesitation. He appreciated me for the idea. From then onwards we started practicing. My friend's  application of  innovative ideas of magic gave a new meaning to the song zoobi-doobi. Then finally the day came on 31st July,2012. I was really worried as well as scared before going to the stage as how much I'll be to give on stage. But, surprisingly when I came down the stage I was greeted with applause. My teacher said "terrific-performane" and that day I got the real award from my audiences. It was my life's best award I have ever got.

One day in Shatabdi Express.

It was a bright sunny day when I board the  Shatabdhi Express from Cuttack at 7.55a.m. As per my ticket I took the seat in the Compartment C-8,Seat no-20. Comfortably I got my seat, put my luggage on  the bunk, hold my seat back took a deep breathe closed my eyes and rested for a while. After few moment my breakfast arrived. A thin fellow with a tray in his hand woke me up saying,'madam'. I opened my eyes and took the tray. The breakfast contained bread toast, omlet, french fries ending with a tea kit. Then in Balasore station a husky guy board the train. He was fair, tall and literally an handsome guy wearing a cap over his head.  He was wearing a black jeans and in a white pink stripes T-shirt. His appearances proved that he was quite cautious about his Style and Fashion. Suddenly, he came towards me and said 'mam this is my seat'.  I just got surprised and asked, "what are you saying? I have booked ticket and board the train my seat no. is C-8,20. Hopefully, You are having some mistake. Please do check it". He then took his ticket and showed me it was really same in his case also C-8,20. Then what's the matter?. I took my ticket and showed him that it in my case also it was printed C-8,seat no-20. After a long argument and chaos the fellow noticed that the mistake was on my part. That my ticket's date which I didn't notice so far was 1month later. The whole matter became clear to us. It was really embarrassing for  me. I offered him the seat. But the fellow refused to take the seat. He felt sorry for me as it was merely a mistake which will trouble me for the whole journey. Fortunately, the seat beside me was empty and he took his place there. I was really embarrassed because of the situation.Had he not left me the seat, god knew what would have happened. But,he made me casual. He asked me; 'Where I am coming from?' "Cuttack"; I replied. 'Are you a student there?' he asked and I said; "Yes, Law student". He screamed and said 'Oh you are also a law student?, I am also a law student at Balasore law college nice to meet you'. We both were law students coming to know this we got more topics to discuss about. Within a few moments we became good friends and our conversations didn't let us know that how it was 2.30p.m and it was our time to leave. The train reached Howrah station. There also he helped me to carry my luggage and to the platform. My parents were standing there to receive me,I introduced him to my parents and they felt very great full to him because of the help he did for me. He said me bye and left the station. That was perhaps the last day we meet in my life. But the impression that he drew about him shall remain in my heart for ever.