What should I talk about today? When we were in the ninth grade and there were 4 of us in the room we use to have a lot of fun. Did I tell you guys that my school was a pure vegetarian? Well if I did not then I am telling you now. We wouldn?t have had chicken for like a month or more and we would be dying for a taste of chicken. Even a small piece of chicken or even the curry (with no chicken pieces) would be enough for us. We were so desperate. So one day what happened was this friend of ours got to go out with her parents and we got to eat some chicken. Officially, chicken was not allowed in the premises, but Sheetal maam had a soft corner for us Nepali people. She would tell us ? haddi achi tarah se pichey waaley window se fek dena!! Kisi ko dikhai diya to tum log marey!!? hehe? and we threw it where she told us. But after we were done with the chicken we decided that we were too full to go to study. We use to have these cupboards that were fixed to the wall. The main opening was made of steel but rest of the part was just bricks. What they had done was made the interior part when they were constructing the hostel. The sort of made this certain area hollow inside and added like 3 brick pavements where we could keep our clothes. And to make it a little private, they added this steel door that we had to put our own lock on. The cupboards were approx. 3 by 3 feet and were like 8 feet tall. As the interior was all bricks it was strong enough and big enough to fit us in it. We did have to sort of squeeze in but it did work!! Anyway one of the favorite areas where we hid was the cupboard. And the worst part was that the teachers knew that that was one of our favorite areas. But normally we would be locked inside so they could not do anything about it. But that day as all of us were hiding, we could not lock any of the doors. But we were only taking preventive measure as normally no one came for ?checking? (that?s what we called when teachers or captains came to check in the rooms if anyone was bunking). So anyway we were hiding when we hear this footsteps followed by someone opening and closing our door. It was not long before I was face to face with our live-in economics teacher. Well she lived in our hostel as she was single and all single female teachers were required to live in the hostels for safety purposes. And as they did live with us, they would sometimes help the warden out. Well I didn?t know what to do, so I just sat there. She moved on to other cupboards after she opened mine. As soon as she opened Sharmila?s cupboard she sort of ponced on th teacher and said ?dhyaap?..? and sort of quitened up. I sat there wondering what the hell was Sharmila upto pouncing at the teacher like that. I did not know if I should have laughed or stayed quiet or did what. I was all confused having no idea of what was going on in her mind. And when something fishy happened we normally just shut up, incase we spoiled the master plan. So we were sitting there with our mouths shut. It wasn?t really that late? maybe 5 minutes or so. Kabita maam (our teacher) started lecturing us ?Why do you have to bunk your studies? Don?t you know that your parents send you here with so much expectations?.? ?But maam we were not bunking it? Sharmila replied, and we all looked at her. Wondering what excuse she was going to give this time. ?Do you mean that you were hiding in your cupboards during studies without knowing that you were bunking study?? ?Oh my god! Are we already late? Actually we were playing hide and seek so we were hiding in there, I thought you were Deepa (a person who had no idea what was going in our room), so I almost said ?dhyappa? but I realized it was you.? Sharmila replied acting all innocent with puppy eyes.Bow by that time it was almost uncontrollable. We were dying to let out our giggles but we could not let the master plan fail. Kabita maam sort of smiled and said ?You must think I am stupid, but just because you have an excuse I am not going to give you more trouble if you go to the study right now!? So we dressed up and left knowing that we would be punished in the study hall for getting late anyway. At least we didn?t get in trouble with the warden and that?s all that counted. But Sharmila?s ?dhyappa? was probably one of the lamest excuses we ever made in our whole school history. But we were saved from getting into deep trouble. I sort of remember the song Anisha use to sing all the time. It went ?Un-oh we?re in trouble, something?s gonna come up and burst into bubble!!? She sang that every time we did something against the rules. Sorta miss sitting in the cupboards and sometimes even the bathrooms (the ones where we took showers in not the ones used for the other purpose!) We use to sit there and bunk meals and make plans for w hat we would bring back from home. Or what we wanted to do in the future. Anisha and me wanted to open a boarding school in Nepal. The name would be (don?t laugh) Chocolate Smile International Academy. The uniform would be real smart like the ones that they show on t.v. Like the short checked skirts with high boots or something. I remember the plans. Anisha even had the copy of the paper we made the plans on, and she had it for a long long time.