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Panic! Fear! Anxiety! Embarrassment! Things were not quite together. ‘Aar’ could not understand what was happening! She couldn’t explain it even if she tried! It could be compared to making a donkey understand that it has no chance of getting in to Broadway, even if it were the only hope left for the survival of the arts.

What happened, you ask? Well, here’s the tale of terror.

8:30 a.m. - Monday, the 23rd of Some month of Dome year, somewhere across the galaxy. The Red Star was on the horizon. Crickets were chirping. Everyone was gearing themselves up for another day in the cat-race of life. ‘Aar’woke up with a feeling of absolute confidence that nothing could go wrong that day. NOTHING was going to stand in her way – or so she thought.

The day started with her usual ablutions- a long bath in a stream of lava, to cool of the body and then topped it off with a quick dip in a tub of dry ice. She slipped into her “Sunday-best”, a suit of sheer fabric made of the finest material in the world, a suit of aluminium foil. ‘Aar’ looked dazzling. Leaving her room, she made her way down to the kitchen where her mother and father, Mr. and Mrs. Rayz-on, were carrying on their habitual chores. Mr. Rayz-on was reading the daily journal while Mrs. Rayz-on was busy preparing breakfast for the family- her 4 brothers and 5 sisters and of course the family pom dog. The scene, on that day, seemed unusually quiet, considering that the house wasn’t exactly vacant or devoid of people. But it was a school day which explained it all. (to be continued...)