Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Its my life

Chapter 1
Prabhat lost his father at a very young age, he was hardly a baby when his father passed away in a horrible accident. His mother brought him and his sister up single handedly. Neither his father’s family, nor his mother’s family supported her in her fight. They both washed off their hands when they knew that his father has passed away without leaving a penny for them.

Namrata brought them up working day and night, but as if fate had more pain in store for them, she was diagnosed with cancer when Prabhat was studying in the final year of Engineering. Prabhat was shattered, he blindly clinged to his lover Sohini, but she all of a sudden changed, she started to avoid him.

One day she asked him to meet her father, he went their hoping for the best, but her father told him that a marvelous marriage proposal has come for Sohini, the groom lives in Australia, he is a software engineer there, he has his own home.

He said that Sohini wants to marry him but for that he will have to do one thing, he will pay for the passage money, they will have to move abroad, because Sohini always wanted to settle outside India. Prabhat looked at Sohini but she was firmly looking at the ground.

He got up and left, telling her father that he will answer later. He has hardly reached the gate, he saw Sohini standing outside the gate, a deep peace settled in his heart.

Sohini started to walk with him toward his home, after a few minutes of silent walking she requested him to think over his father’s offer. After noting the look of shock on his face she continued in a begging tone, that, she cant bear the thought of living a life with a person counting her last breath. Tears welled up in the eyes of both and Prabhat just blindly walked inside his home, without even looking back at her.

One month later he came to know that she has got married and will shift to Australia within a few months. He started to drink. As if that was the only solution. One day, while he was dead drunk he collided with a car and passed out.

When he came to his senses he was in hospital, his body aching from head to toe. He was blankly staring at the ceiling, he turned his stinging eyes at the sound of a rustle, and saw the sister moving towards him. She gently sat down beside him and took his wrist for pulse.

She softly said that he tried his level best to kill himself, then she softly reprimanded him for being so reckless, she added the harsh truth, that he might have got himself crippled. She reminded him about his sister and sick mother, who had fallen asleep after crying for hours. He has been unconscious for three days.

Prabhat looked at her through the haze of pain and saw a very kind face, hardly his age or a little younger. She injected him and he gently drifted back to the warm cocoon of sleep and forgetfulness.

The next one month that he spent in the hospital Angel made it a point to visit him whenever she could, slowly she taught him how to look at the positive side of life, even after being heart broken, how to let the love which has lost drift away and cherish those which he still possesses. She gently brought his attention to his mother and sister, who doted after him, and were shattered by his accident.

He hated himself for causing them so much pain and swore inside that he will never do any thing which will cause them pain.

After his discharge from the hospital he asked Angel if she can shift to their home with her mother, and live with them, because he is very scared about her health, he requested her to take over half of their ground floor, without rent, so that none feel bad for that. Angel agreed, because Prabhat’s home was very near to her hospital. And she somehow got fond of the family.

To Prabhat’s gentle surprise soon they started to live like a family, his sister became Angel’s shadow, all the affection from which she has been deprived showered down on her from Angel and her mother.

To Prabhat’s great dismay he came to know that Angel is ten years older than he is, but deep in his heart he found himself drawn toward this lady, a very ordinary looking, very honest but kind hearted person. He kept on fighting with himself yet his heart kept on betraying him. He tried to get suggestion of some of his close friends but they bluntly asked him to get his thoughts together and think about some one who is of his own age.

To increase his misery, some one spread that story, and wherever he went he started to receive sniggers and hidden taunts. People who had been put down by him named his simultaneous actions as his road to destruction. He even heard remarks which meant that Sohini must have noticed his weak personality, that is why she moved out on him. He heard every comment silently and slowly distanced himself from them. This incident taught him to observe human nature.
Prabhat got his first job offer soon after completing his studies and joined, Preeti was still finishing her medical studies. Namrata’s health was failing very rapidly but to their shock, one morning he received a call from Preeti informing him that Angel’s mother has passed away in her sleep the previous night. He rushed back home, some thing broke inside him when he saw Angel shattered to pieces. Even though she was trying her best to control herself but her grief was too obvious from her very existence. Namrata was hugging her tightly to herself and did not left her alone for next few months even for a few hours at a stretch. Prabhat’s respect for her grew when he realized that she was able to cope to her losses a lot more firmly than him.

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4 comments:

  1. Well, well, dear Trisha,

    I have forgotten all you have written up to now with this :)I am impressed. This is the way to go. Very tightly related. It has not many loose ends. You really can spice up a story in your own style without going in for other techniques. :)

    I guess every one, especially a writer with a settled style like you, has their own individualistic way of relating things. Some times it comes out great. I remember one such writer in my language. His style was not generally liked. But one fine day he began to delight us in the same style but with a different accent. It has to happen. As one goes on writing one has to get more attuned to the subtle vibrations in the unseen realm where art happens.

    I liked the first chapter. Let us see how the plot develops.

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  2. well, if you dont like my style of writing i cant help it :) :) because i am not going to change it.

    if i write stories.. that will be exactly in this style.

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  3. I love your stories dear Trisha,

    Write more so that I can read them :)Don't leave this one unfinished!

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  4. i am not quite sure when i will be able to finish it, but as i told you earlier, i will transfer it to the new blog, ok? and will alter and add there..

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