Waste Out of Best
Today, as usual, fifteen minutes before 5'o clock I ran around the house like a madman trying to find the essential items for my sister's summer camp art class. Colored paper, check. Crayons, check. Pencil box, check. Matchsticks, che- Wait, What!? Seriously, what were these people thinking? Did they want the kids to set the house on fire? One thing I had learned in the entire five-year existence of my sister that never ever keep important things or hell, anything breakable near these curious five-year-old creatures or the whole household was bound to land up in the hospital. A full minute of adjusting the matches to one box from another and then voila, I had an empty matchbox. There was no way that I was going to let my sister have the upper hand. Ten minutes later the class started. Eager children greeted their friends not in the least minding the teacher in the background. Soon the session started, some children just doing their own thing, some not having a care in the wo...