Avantika, I don't know why you are being so defensive. Write because you feel you want to express something unique of your own. And what was that bit about Author's Note in the Last Page? I didn't quite get it! This story is still not over, isn't it?
The Author's note was good. Nobody is looking for historical accuracy in a FF or a historical fiction TV show. You need not apologize for that. All that we readers saw and read was your own story, the way you perceived and portrayed the relationship of Chandra and Nandini.
Don't bother about silly things. Your story was always good. All of us knew that you weren't so comfortable with English as you were from the science stream. Nobody is perfect. Accept yourself and learn to appreciate and esteem yourself for what you are and who you are.
I don't know why you sounded a bit low and downcast to me in your note. I am copy pasting a story by an Anonymous Author. It is an ancient Chinese folktale. It is the story of a cracked pot. I think this will make you smile and feel happy.
THE CRACKED POT: A STORY FOR ANYONE WHO'S NOT QUITE PERFECT (It's for all of us as none of us are fully perfect!)
A waterbearer had two large pots, one hung on each end of a pole, which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it. While the other pot was perfect, and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the mistress's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to her master's house.
The perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream: "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."
Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?"
"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your mistress's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in her compassion she said, "As we return to the mistress's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some.
But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?
"That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them.
"For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my mistress's table. Without you being just the way you are, she would not have this beauty to grace her house."
Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots.
But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. We've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them. Smell the flowers on your side of the walk and don't count your failings because without you being the way you are, the world wouldn't have been so beautiful.
Edited by shailusri1983 - 8 years ago
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