Simbad Writes

 The Anticipation The next morning, the dream of the winning basket still clung to my thoughts, a reminder of the heights I aspired to reach. The memory of the mysterious girl from the previous day added a layer of excitement and curiosity to my anticipation for what the day might bring. After another warm breakfast and my mother’s encouraging words, I cycled to school with a newfound determination. St. Andrew’s loomed ahead, its grandeur now familiar but no less awe-inspiring. I locked my bicycle and joined the throng of students, my eyes subconsciously searching for the girl with the silky hair. I met up with Pradyum at the entrance, his cheerful demeanor lifting my spirits. “Ready for another day of adventure?” he asked, grinning. “Absolutely,” I replied, the image of the girl still vivid in my mind. The first class was Mathematics, a subject I had always found fascinating. Today, we were diving into the complexities of calculus. Mr. Gupta had a knack for making even the m...