"Myra Sharma what is this ! " a teacher exclaimed looking at an untidy old notebook .

"Myra I am asking you that what kind of a filthy notebook is this ? Why are you writing in a notebook which has torn bit of left over papers . Is this your fair notebook ? Can this be called a fair notebook Myra !" the teacher now shrieked losing her patience .

Myra stood red faced not knowing how to explain herself .

"Now sit down ! " the irritated teacher spoke out.

This is how Myra Sharma's first day in class Fifth began .

"Myra you could have asked your father to bring new notebooks for you , why were you using these old notebooks?" Myra's mother asked a sad Myra .

Myra replied " Mummy I thought ,I could reuse these old notebooks but yeah I tore the old pages untidily and the teacher spotted them . Yes, you are correct , I should have used new notebooks for the new session".

All these years nothing have changed Myra is still an awkward , clumsy and unlucky person basically an exclusive Schlemiel ,one of her ownkind .

After 5 years

Now Myra is in high school . Myra has two friends Anjali and Aditi . Well , Aditi and Anjali are best friends and Myra is just the third wheel in the trio .

Myra has tried to provide any kind of help in academics to Aditi and Anjali so, that Myra can sit next to both of them in the class and share recess time with them . Since sitting alone in the class and recess can be hell awkward and embarrassing in an all girls school .

Myra had never real friends in her last 8 years of this school .She is basically a good obedient student with polite nature and good grades . But Good grades can't fetch you friends . You need to be socially active , charming and a pro at other things too .

Myra sucks at sports and dance ,she puts herself in clumsy situations making her odd one out .Therefore , Myra has no real friends .

" Myra you still don't know how to do a perfect ponytail , a plait is a far talk for you ! What will you do without me ? You are a seventeen year old now . Dear how will you survive on your own!" spoke out Myra's Mom with a concern laced over her face .

Myra replied guiltily ,"Mummy I have tried several times to do my hair but still they turn up untidy . I know, I am a grown up girl now but I don't know why I can't make my hair perfectly , I mess up my hair into a nest each time I try ".

"Hey Myra run faster !" shrieked Myra's classmate while playing Kho Kho ( an outdoor game with one team sitting and the other team standing ) .

"Hey Divya why the heck did you gave Myra Kho ( a slight push to the sitting member to signal him to run behind an opponent ), she runs slow , we will definitely loose !" repented the same classmate . To Myra's luck she heard everything , this ignited power into Myra and she ran as fast as she could but she could not catch the other team's member on time and her team lost .

This is a memory from class Third which Myra could never forget as it got engraved in her mind .

"Myra you are still sleeping! Get up now or you will get late for the school" Myra's mother shouted to wake up a sleeping Myra .

Myra looked at the clock and she exclaimed, "Omg why I didn't hear the alarm ? The school bus left?".

"Yes the school bus left . How careless you are! Now your father will drop you !" Myra's mother thundered giving a good scolding to Myra .

Myra went to the school with tears in her eyes and she herself internally cursed her carelessness .

Myra due to her clumsiness lacks self confidence . Shattered self confidence has made her devoid of communication skills turning her into a less talkative person .

Hence , Myra often expresses her imagination in her paracosm( a detailed , prolonged imaginary world created by a child that includes alien creations , humans ,animal).

In Myra's paracosm there are no animals or aliens rather she sees herself as a confident person with everyone admiring her qualities and personality . Henceforth, Sleeping and Paracosm are Myra's best relief and a great escape from real world and it's worries right from her childhood days until now.