I can't believe it. I am standing right in front of the venue where my love, my band- SANAM is going to perform. I can't wait to enter the gate and see them live for the very first time, and scream their names.

I start to walk towards the entrance, observing my surrounding that is filled with thousands of fans. All of them excited to see them. The lights and the decorations are so awesome. The night is dark with millions of stars twinkling in clear sky.

Finally, I am inside the Auditorium which is already half filled. Peoples are screaming their name.

"SAMAR!" "SANAM!" "KESHAV" "VENKY!" .

I can not listen to anything except of this four names. The stage from here is far, but still I could see the set up that I wanted to see since forever!

The drum set in bottom-middle of the stage,with piano and other instruments on its either side. Three microphones stand in front.

Oh! I can't wait anymore to see them! I started to walk again but I can't move forward. What's happening? I am feeling like I am being sucked in a vacuum. No please!

I am this close!

I can listen to somw faint voices as someone is saying wake up.

"Ummmm?"

"Wake up!" I heard it again, this time more clearly.

I opened my eyes slowly letting them adjust with the bright light.

What? I was dreaming...again.

"Wake up, Warisha!" I heard my mom calling .

"I am already up mom!" I replied while pulling the sheets over me and changing my side on my bed wishing that this dream will continue if I fall asleep again.

My comfort was stolen from me when mom took away the sheet and started patting and shaking my shoulder which was very irritating!

"Urgh...Ammi stop doing that!" I said while trying to pull back my sheet from her grip.

"Wake up! or you will be late for your school!"

School! I hate school! I don't hate all schools but those which are early morning. My junior school was a Day school which gave me a very good habit of waking up after ten'o clock in the morning and now I was having a very bad time trying cooperate with this morning one.

I sat up and my mom wished me good morning.

"This morning had been good if I was still sleeping.. " and my mom cut me off by saying "and dreaming of Sanam or any other fandom?"

I threw my sheet on her and nearly shouted "Stop!"

I heard everyone giggling that includes my Papa and Arisha, my elder brother's 3 years old daughter. Yeah, even she knows my craziness for SANAM and books.

Well, this was my daily routine.

Half asleep I sat on the bed as my mom asked me, "What will you have for your breakfast?"

"Bread and jam and scrambled egg ...without milk" I pointed before she asked me and went to bathroom while pulling Arisha's hair lightly on my way. I ran away before any one could point out why she was crying.

"I saw what you did!" I heard Papa saying before I closed the bathroom's door.

I was standing in front of the mirror and I could see myself with messy morning hair, the loose curls. I like my messy curls and I noticed that my hair had grown a bit longer. May be an inch? I thought while tucking a strand of my hair behind my hair.

'Cause of my curls my hair seems short, that is, a little lower to my shoulder. My eyes have dark circles due to my habit of being awake whole night. I have got my father's eyes, dark chocolate in colour. I blinked my eyes dramatically while humming the Chorus line of 'Teri aankhon se' and putting some toothpaste on my toothbrush.

After finishing my part inside, I walked out of the door, all fresh and energized. After drying my hair I went straight to change from my bathrobe to my school uniform which was a navy blue coloured salwar kamiz.

After dressing up I joined everyone for breakfast, which now was my mom, dad, Arisha, my brother Zeeshan with his wife Shimara and my aunt.

We all ate our breakfast while having some light talk.

"Eat fast Warisha, you still have your hair to be done." Mom reminded me making me frown.

I hate making braids because my short hair .

After finishing everything, I along with my father and Arisha bade everyone bye and left for school.

Arisha studies in my previous school.

I bade both of them bye after halfway and took my way to bus stop where my other friends were waiting. I don't have many friends, neither I was close to this bunch.

"Hi Wari!" My friends Ishrat, Noori and Sahana wished me and I replied them by waving my hand. Someone slapped me on back of head and I turned to see it was Ayaan.

"Morning Idiot!" I replied him by giving a playful punch and the rest of the lot laughed.

Ayaan and I keep fighting like cat and dog. I am the only girl who can hit him without any fear and he is the only boy who hits me.

My taste and likes are very different from my friends. They are all fan of Bollywood singers, I am too but the difference is they have zero knowledge about Pop-Bands, YouTube stars and they don't have any interest in reading novels. So, I don't have any friend with whom I can discuss about new books or New songs by my favorites. But thanks to social networking sites, I met so many people with same taste of music. Trust me it's a blessing!

We took the bus to our school and we all were screaming and talking continuously about some reality shows and stuffs like that.

When we reached our school, everyone went to their respective classes. Ayaan and Ishrat are Science students and are in same section. Noori is a Commerce student and she is alone in our group. Sahana and I are Humanities student, and so is my childhood friend, Ananya, her father drops and picks her from school.

After entering the class I took my seat beside Ananya. Our prayer started and so did another boring day of school.

🔔⏰🔔⏰🔔⏰🔔

The bell rang and everyone hurried out of school.

I reached my home and it was 2:30 p.m already.

"You are back?" my Mom asked me as she saw me entering.

"No, I am still on bus." I replied with an extra sweet smile while removing my shoes and socks.

"Where's Arisha?.....and Arsh?" I asked her as I laid on bed.

"Sleeping. " she replied "Lunch?"

"Not now Ammi, let me have some rest first." I rolled on bed. "Ammi, please pass me my phone." She did so and went to do her work.

I put my music on shuffle and opened my PDF files to read novels.

Yeah, I read PDF as my pocket money doesn't allow me to buy books and I am saving money for some purpose. And PDFs are good because I have a bad habit of getting cut off from crowd easily. So, I start to read and listen to music, anywhere, anytime.

I badly want to learn Guitar and Piano but because of my school timing, I can not. Same happened with my brother. Our guitar is kept in corner of my room.

At start, I really didn't have any interest in playing music but now that I have, I don't have time.

My day ended with watching videos of SANAM, stalking their Instagram pic.. Sharing their pictures on Facebook and Twitter. Talking with my friends and when it was 4:30 in morning, finally I went to sleep for couple of hours.

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This is the very first chapter which tells us about daily life of Warisha,her dreams,her habits,her friends, etc.

The life which most of us can relate 😉.

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Keep calm soon the Band will come 😍