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Sunday, May 18, 2008

JOURNEY

HI everyone
a short story which i have started writing
see if you guys find it ok
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MY MIRROR AND ME

Chapter One

Today as I scroll through the final results of IAS examination the toughest to crack and see my roll number shining like a bright pole star in the top 50 candidates, tear roll down my cheeks as my life in the past five years just whirl off like a movie on fast forward mode. The happiness of getting past the mark, which had become my end all and be all goal, was just not there. I mean it was so ironic. Here I was with all I wanted in my life and here I feel so empty. It suddenly struck my mind .Like all major things in my life the missing link is Kriti .I will introduce you to her later.

First I take you back five years from now .The scene is final year of my college days where I had gone to get my B.Sc degree in zoology which was as a matter of fact as dull and insipid as me. The first and second year in college were ok I mean for me college was just classes, practical and exams. No girls, no enjoyment, no drama, and certainly no class bunking for me. not that I did not enjoy all that but just the fact that I was so shy of girls .growing up in a family of four my little dotting sister guria she really was a doll, my surgeon father who was as strict as his military training had made him and a very typically Indian women loving mother, dutiful wife and of course a very god fearing lady. Therefore, you can understand how I grew up in a very mixed kind of setup.

Getting back to the scene, I was standing in the corridor of my class waiting for the teacher to arrive suddenly a very sharp sound broke my isolation .It was a girlish voice shouting out the name “Rohit Rohit.” I looked around to see who on the earth was calling up my best friend’s name .Though I would not be ashamed to acknowledge that he was a Casanova but he also happened to be a very bright student and that’s ho our association begin. Therefore, it was not strange to hear his name from a female voice more often than from a male throat .but this was new. I would be not wrong to say that what I saw was a very pretty sight to my eyes.

A young girl maybe around 19 or so was running towards us shouting his name with some papers in her hand. Her pace made me believe that she was surely going to crash into us and I mentally prepared myself for the same. However, fortunately, she was able to stop herself in time and then I was able to see this source of tornado. To my amazement and wonder, this 19 yr old whirlwind was someone who was studying with us in my class itself .I had seen her before but given my shy nature and introvert ness, I hardly had paid any attention.

She was KRITI, which literally means a creation .sure man she was some creation, as I would know as time passed by. She stooped and shook up Rohit “what’s this man, the play is just 15 days away and where on the heaven is Ram Singh?” Rohit was his cool himself said “jaan don’t worry we soon will arrange someone” she asked him “can I trust you?”

He said “jaan why not, is it not the only thing that you are left to do?” She left and we went to our class. However, something had happened in between .for the first time I could not hear Professor Gupta, Kriti just stuck in…

End of Chapter One