My Klash entry for the week with the word Mask
His beard itched while the suit was tight but Rohit drove faster towards the orphanage.
Santa Claus seemed such a stupid idea then, he reminisced. It was to promote his first big movie which ended up a blockbuster.
Three years and five flops later, on a frustrated impulse he visited the orphanage. he won three consecutive awards. Thus began his Santa visits before every release. In every child’s smile he saw fame, cash and awards. But Rohit remembered coming back feeling shallow, guilty and a strange emptiness.
Rohit reached to see Lakshman eagerly awaiting him. “Thank you Dada. I am going to USA. I will be the best doctor ever. Promise.”
A warm glow engulfed him. Santa’s mask had stuck on.
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Guys Guys! I have another couple of writings on the same word. Do tell me which is better 
Entry 1
Swathi was happily surrounded by her boisterous clan. This is good enough to shift base to India, she thought
“Losing weight suits you”, Geeta aunty declared. Swathi smiled as her thoughts travelled some thousand miles…..
How much will you eat fatty?
“Wearing sarees even in the US! Thats amazing Swathi.”
You think I earn for you to splurge on fashionable clothes
“Hmmm. Even your mom can’t make such delicious parathas.” Swathi looked fondly at her doting father
Why else did I marry you, if not to cook?
“Swathi looks just as before, with a spring in her step and mischief in her eyes”, her grandmother remarked
Swathi beamed. She had a mask well worn
Entry 2
Loud ladies upbeat, ringing mobiles next seat
Masking my irritation was a feat
Blasts in trains, stalked on a lonely lane
Was tough to mask all the fear and pain
Fussy clients, delayed promotions
Masked anger for good public relations
Rice, roti, sweet and cake
Masking ignorance, I tried to make
A plastic smile, a winning grin
Stuck to my face though I am pieces within
One life, so many tasks
True emotions wrapped in so many masks
Still alive and kicking?? Do drop a line……………..
Since we are talking about N, a brief intro would do no harm. N is one of the reasons I am professionally qualified today. Else I would have remained a thumb impression kinda gal forever. Jokes apart, his was the shoulder I always cried on after my horrendous results were out everytime. He made me feel better, offered tips on studyin, suggested books to refer, the like. Most of all he perked me up, instilled huge doses of self belief in me. He was part of the mini-club which had more faith in me than I did myself. He always put my exam in perspective and never let me forget that the result of the exam does not reflect on me as a person….Maybe I did not pass that darned paper, remember the relevant case law or apply the acocunting standard right but I still was a person to be liked and respected and would definetely be a success in life. There is so much more to say but all I can tell you now, N, is….Thank you for your belief in me and thank you for me making me think I CAN. Hope K makes you the happiest guy on earth cos I can vouch for the fact that she is definetely one of the luckiest creations of God there ever can be.
But the online forum is pretty active too and constructive criticism is so the way to go. I should should try this out sometime