Okay, it is a Sunday again and here I am at work again with very little to do. I have been trying to open the sajha website since forever but seems like there is an error in the site.L So with nothing to do, I thought of writing a story about my days in India but to no avail. My mind seems to be running blank, and it simply denies letting me go through the files where my memories are stored. For some unknown reason, it tells me that I can?t go back to my reverie and enjoy the moments that are deeply cherished. Hmm.. so with nothing to do, I am all blank and am realizing that when one has nothing to do how useless one feels.
Let me therefore write a fiction story, which I don?t think I am really good at. But let me try anyway. What about a story in Nepal, a girl whose family is really strict and living in the 19th century world? That should work out quite fine I guess.

>>>>>>> She woke up in the morning with a start. The alarm was ringing beside her and it was almost 6:00 am. Had she slept any longer, her mother would come storming into the room with a look of disapproval in her eyes. She was not a morning person and had realized that 12 years ago when she was a mere kid of 7 years old. She thinks about those times. Times when she thought that her life would be that of sleeping beauty. Though sleeping beauty had been asleep most her life but the king and queen had loved her immensely. That?s what she had really wanted. To be ba and amma?s little princess.

Till the time she was 11, that?s how she had felt-- like a little princess. But there had been an abrupt change. She would now compare herself to Cinderella. A girl who was named so because of the cinder that was always clinging to her. The cinder that was so hard to remove that she would seldom taste it in her lips. And there was prince charming, who had come one day and swept her off her feet. That always brought a smile to her face. When everything else dies, hope keeps one going and aiming of the bright side of life. And that?s how she took her life, a feeble beating of the heart who?s only inspiration and motivation was a tinge of hope that one day it would all change.

She had no time to daydream or slip into a reverie that would last only for 15 minutes, before her mother would bring her back to the harsh reality. Her father had again come home drunk last night, but thankfully had not laid a finger on any of them. He was too drunk and for that. He had not even been able to drag the limp 57 kg of body to his bed. Amma had to forcefully drag him, by supporting him with the small body frame. She only had a height of 4?11? and weighed a mere 42 kg. But amma never complained. She felt the emptiness too, but she swallowed her sobs and dried her tears.

Lalita got out of bed quickly and rushed to the bathroom. They had all the modern facilities, but the feeling of living in the ancient world sometimes choked her. Most of her friends would wear fancy jeans and skirts. Some were even daring enough to try the tops that people called ?strings?, which had not thing but a flimsy string at the shoulders barely holding the cloth to their chest. But as long as she could remember, she had never had the opportunity to wear anything but the kurta surwals that amma would handpick for her. They normally were nice colors as amma had a good choice, but went no where closer to the modern kurtas that the bollywood actresses wore to show off their slim body.

Had anyone gone to Lalita?s cousins and friends and asked them about her figure, they would have given you a blank stare that would say it all. They had no idea of what you were talking about. Lalita and the talk of bodies and figures did not go together. Though she had a fabulous body with the curves at the right places, she had never had a chance to show it off. True that her best of best friends had seen her awkwardly try a pair of jeans and beautiful shirt clinging to her body, but it had come off before she had even put it on. She had been immensely self-conscious and the expression on her wide-eyed friends had given her the wrong impression. If she had known that they were shocked to see the beautiful figure behind the shield of items that were a good excuse for ?clothes? she would have been less self-conscious.

Lalita was a statute of beauty, Venus would have been proud and envious of the picture she presented. As Lalita got out of the bathroom after shower, the heavens would have parted to give a tribute to the untouched beauty. Though only 5?2? she had the look of a goddess. Her long hair wet after the shower gleamed as the ray of morning light touched them. It was neither curly not straight, and yet could not be called wavy. It was what every girl would die for, yet Lalita never gave a second thought to it. Her skin was smooth and it seemed like she washed herself with milk everyday. Her olive complexion glowed and her light brown eyes twinkled as if they had stories of their own to tell. She needed no false make up to define her perfection, but she yearned for a hint of mascara on those lovely eyes.

She hurried to her room and carelessly brushed her hair and applied some kajal to her eyes and rushed to the kitchen. Her mother was already there, stooping down the stove, making some tea. The marble floor and counters gleamed as if they had been waxed and polished. ?Darshan amma,? she had to wish her parents every morning. Amma just looked at her with the sad eyes and as her eyes surveyed Lalita, she thought she saw a gleam of happiness in amma?s eyes. She didn?t know if it was her imagination or real but amma?s eyes had gone alive for a second when she had glanced at her. Amma nodded and went back to her chores.

Lalita silently set off to her part of the chores too. She started cooking cauli and dal. It had already been cut and washed by kanchha, but Ba could not stand eating something cooked by kanchha. Either aama or Lalita had to cook daily. It seemed like there was no one in the room and had someone tried, they could hear the ticking of the clock as time passed. It had not been so quiet once. Lalita?s house had been filled with laughter and happiness. Their house had been called heaven by many envious pair of eyes, and it had seemed like nothing would go wrong.

There had been no tears or sadness even when they had discovered that amma could no more conceive after the birth of her second child. But that was when it had started. No one knew that the bundle of joy with innocent little eyes would be the cause of their doom. Lalita?s little brother was born when she was 5 years old. The whole household had been outrageously happy. They had all spoilt him bad, fulfilling his every wish and desire. If he had not been adorable with the curly hair and innocent pair of eyes that were carbon copy of Lalita?s twinkling brown eyes, he would have been called a spoilt brat.

But no one? simply no one was prone to the charms of the little devil. Once he brought tears to the small eyes, anyone would be willing to move the world to see the sunshine of his smile again. He was in the hearts of all people, no matter who they were or where they came from. Even the people who were famous for not letting a smile show on their face would grin at the tactics of the small devil. Lalita would call him her ?Krishna? as she thought he was like Lord Krishna, mischievous, but in the hearts of all.

When he had been 6 years old, the family and the world as a whole had lost the soul to the demon of death. The young little brat had always got what he wanted, so when amma did not provide him with a candy, he had aimlessly run down the road. Amma had tried her best to stop him, but before her very eyes, her son had been run down by a truck. Amma tried to go and get her child, but the truck had reversed and run over him one more time. Taking the last breath away from ?Krishna?. Amma walked to the limp body drenched with blood and put him to her chest. She did not let go until the doctor shouted at her to let go. He had simply been given a tag of ?DOA?- death on arrival.

Amma?s eyes had gone sad since that day and she had become silent. The only words amma spoke since that day was a one word answer to the questions she was asked. She had not shed a single tear. Doctors were amazed at her will power and had wondered how she was holding on to her sanity. Ba had handled things differently. He had been in total denial for some days and when the reality sank in, he had blamed amma for everything. He had blamed amma for not giving him the candy, for not holding on to him and also for not preventing the second run through. He had also blamed himself for not being there to save his son. Ba still fulfilled his basic duty as the food provider of the family and that was it. The emotional attachment was over, and it would never return.

For Lalita, it was a living hell. Her small world had shattered. The center of her world- her family was no longer there for her. Her parents had turned into walking zombies and ?Krishna? had left her forever. Her studies suffered, she could not concentrate on anything. Try how much ever she might, she could not act like an adult and keep her emotions intact. She would wake up at nights with cold sweat on her brow and would be panicky with nightmares about Krishna calling her to him. In the beginnings she had run to amma for comfort. But later when she realized that amma was not a big help, she would tuck herself to bed with the blankets wrapped around her and a teddy tightly held to her chest.

Slowly the nightmares started subsiding and she started getting out of her distress. Her friends were always there for her and in an effort to heal, she started devoting her time and attention to her studies. It was not long before she topped all her classes and was given the name of the most intelligent student in class. Her mother had awarded her with a smile, while her father had carelessly browsed the report card and then shoved it away from sight. He had told her that she was doing good, but there was no affectionate tone in his voice. Lalita could have killed to hear her dad say that he was proud of her. But the words never came? she waited and waited and was waiting even that very day. She slowly wiped the tear that betrayed her every now and then by coming to her eyes uninvited. She walked to the table and served Ba the food, which he accepted and ate wordlessly. Amma and Lalita ate later and as the clock stroke 10:30 Lalita rushed to go to her first day at college. She prayed that no one would make fun of her clothes and that everything would go smoothly. There were butterflies on her stomach as she walked out of her home. ?God please make this a new beginning? she prayed as she made her way to college.

Nice story ryth.


Ramro cha. Very much into reality. Keep on posting, i 'll be the first one to read.






harkeDai

lau bhauju pani good writer huh..ati ramro lagyo..keep it up bhauju..

Sisss just came to say hiyaaaa and chi you. :)

Thanks HerkeDai and Spy dewar:) .. I dun really write good stuff tara it was better to write than to do nuthin ... hehhe

Rose sis... long time no cccccccccc.... where are u aaj kal? how come I never c u posting anything sis? Sajha seems much better and my day seems much brighter the day you post here :D

Awwww sis that was a very nice complement. :) Ke garni I need to take care of 10 things at a time and also need to finish all my research work and bla bla blas. :( Still then I will always be with you and close to you. :)

यत्ति राम्रो लेख्नेले त नेपालीमा लेख्नु नि!

Though i may not be droping some complimants,but i will be always reading such kinda nice articles.........be it first one or the last one,but i will still read.
Indeed a nice one.
nivaN

Another piece of excellent job from my 'cousin'! Anyway keep it up. Take care.

Nut

Thanks people... :) and abt writing in nepali... well i am not good at nepali kina ki last time i studied nepali was when I was in 2nd grade!!

wow rythm that's a long story .. but i didn't read it at all..

Nut you are my 'cousin'?:s

It seems to me that i have seen several Lalitas in Nepal and Indian. Most recently, i have come across a US version of Lalita. The only difference is that she is married to so called prestigious family from Nepal and stays with her in-laws. It was terrible experience for me as an outsider to see a prisoner inside a Manson.
Nut

Rythm! I guess i have already spend some words about cousin and me! how is ur studies? did u make good grade in this sem? I hope u made straight As.
Nut

lau i din get you ni ta... pls malai tell how u my cousin bhanera... pls pls

haven't read it but i bet it is good
rythm kaatti computer ma bsaera tyap tyap garna sakeko
hyaat...but i promise ill read it later

Lau abba mero Mukhai (haat) nai bandagarne beela bhayoo abba. Pachi kunai bella bhanula la hai (may be i have to keep my secret for a while) ! Don't be offset hai Ryth!!!
Nut

Saometimes i feel that 'Bekkar ma maile timlie/cousin lie chinchu bhane ko jasto lagcha'!
Nut

lol nut as you wish... later bhanne later..

and red thanks for the vote of trust... read na garee kana ramro hola re... aww thanks...:) read garepachi dun forget to tell me how u like it..:)