It was a tense day, there were far too many people waiting for the results, me being one of them. Sitting nervously on my chair, I looked at my watch, this should be it, they would announce it anytime now.
The host got on the stage and began to speak- she was a beautiful girl probably in her twenties, but I could not notice anything, not her lovely voice as it filled the whole room with a certain spark or that half-smile, that seemed to hold back something, something mysterious. I didn't know her personally, I had heard of her though, she lived somewhere in India where onions were sold there at Rs. 64 per Kg. That is something to go on with, isn't?
These awards sessions had some weird rules, the one who gets the award becomes the next presenter, when Sreesha received the award, I had made it a point to know her better, some sort bribing pre-preparations to bag the prestigious award for myself.