Hello, I am Harshal Sanghi, the only daughter of my dad and mom and I am seventeen years old. After three months it will be my eighteenth birthday and I am excited about that.
Finally, after that, I can go to work for my dream company Star Company which is an MNC.
My younger brother is one year older than me and his name is Piyush Sanghi. He has completed his first year.
Every single day I was dreaming about my dream job. While I was dreaming my bro, ( my champ ) splashed a bucket of water on me to wake me up.
He is such a fool. I shouted, "You champ, I will kill you one day for this for sure."
"Hey sister, I just wanted to wake you up or else you will be late for your exam," he
replied.
I woke up and rushed to the bathroom to get ready as I had only fifteen minutes.
Today, I was wearing my favorite pencil jeans with a crop top. My hair was tied neatly
in a ponytail and I wore kajal.
We were Marwadies so it was compulsory to wear a bindi on our forehead. I went downstairs to the hall.
My dad was watching the NEWS channel on television while drinking his tea and champ was eating his breakfast.
Today, my favorite aloo paratha with a lot of butter was served. My mom was cooking more breakfast for my friend and she made sweet curd which we used to sip spoons for good luck.
My dad saw me and he sat beside me while creasing my hair and pulling my cheeks. He calls me Harshu which is a nickname given by him.
I loved my nickname. He told me not to get nervous during the exam and checked my answer sheet twice or four times before submitting it. He told me to check my paper thoroughly. He then wished me luck
My brother started showing tantrums and said, "papa you always love sissy "
You always wish her luck. Am I not your son anymore?"
Then he started crying.
My mom came and pampered him, "Piyush babu(a name given to him by my mom), What happened? Harshal, don't bully your brother."