Time: 12 midnight
Character: Tom the liar
[Tom is somewhere in north-pole inside in an igloo. It seems that he is writing something. Let’s see what he’s up to now.]
November morning, five o’ clock, was pretty chilly, but as always I carried on with my routine. I woke up to get a shower in my igloo bathroom and in less than fifteen minutes I found myself in front of my study table. This had not happened for the first time. As soon as I have some work to do, I am always leaning my head upon some stuff before it’s four in my igloo clock even if it is on some autobiography of ‘Bob, the penguin’.
\I remember I have always been reluctant to do my homework, the one which requires a lot of head to put on. Not maths, I liked figures but numbers made me sick. Ever since I was small, I wanted to do something in my life. But what, I couldn’t figure it out. I didn’t want to put my brainy mind to focus upon some figures and numbers 24 hours a day until I am so furious of not solving a question that I pull every single hair off my head and become bald as that of some of my math teachers’. I wanted to do something odd, something different, and something extra-ordinary. Just then as I was thinking what would that be, I found myself being struck by something. I turned to my heels to have a look at the daring creature; I found it to be the book of “The Great Literates of the World” with a red, thick & hard cover. I had a brainwave and I found an electric bulb lighting over my head just as Newton might have had upon being hit by the apple. What was I in search of was always in front of me. After all these years my quest for my aim I had now finally found it. How could I be so dumb to be unaware of the undiluted power of the book? Finally, I could figure it out what I will be doing in my life “book binding”.
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