A Girls Dream & Dilemma-MAYUR FF-Part IX Page 16

Hi guys, I am really new to writing. This is my story through Nupur, later Mayank. I am heavily inspired by the current Morena track which reminded me of my self when I was very young. I am from South India hence you will see certain words that are local.
Basically

Amma-- Mom
Mamma -- Paternal Grandmother
Anna -- Brother
Akka--- Sister
Chandamama-- a monthly magazine for kids.

Ammamma-- Maternal Grandmother

Tatagaru-- Paternal Grandfather

Peddamma ' Maternal Aunt
Here it goes. Let me know if even I should continue.😆
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Part IX--Page 16

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A Girl's dream and dilemma

PART-I

It was a lovely evening, I thought to myself. Power was out. I was sitting by the window with a book in my hand. I could hardly focus on what I was reading. I was mesmerized by the world outside the window. "Will I ever get out?" I thought to myself. I sighed. I saw a pair of squirrels run and get on to our guava tree. They were sharing a guava fruit. A faint smile crept on my face. A cool breeze blew in caressing my face. I closed my eyes , fully enjoying it. The wind disturbed a few locks of my hair, which now dangle my face gently rubbing against my cheeks. I heard footsteps, my eyes turned towards the book. Dad just walked in with a smile on his face. "What's going on?" He asked, gently putting my hair behind my ear. "Hi daddy", I smiled. "Don't read in the dark. It will affect your eyes." He gently cautioned. "So, what are you reading?" Sitting in the sofa, showing me to sit beside him. I bookmarked the page and went and sat by his side, laid down putting my head in his lap. That was my favorite thing to do. He started to gently stroke my hair. I breathed in deeply to remember his perfume.

"Are you sad Bulli?" He asked." No daddy, I am just thinking". "Well then, shoot" he said with a broad smile on his face. "What makes you think I have questions?" I was irritated that he assumed I had something to ask. He laughed "Well, don't you?". "Umm, yes I do, but I didn't like that you knew." I said, rather childishly. "Daddy, Is being a girl a good thing or a bad thing?" I asked, unsure how to ask the question. There was a small frown on his fore head. "Why do you want to know, Bulli? Did someone say something to you?" he enquired. "Answer me, Daddy." I insisted. "Let's see", he said. "I think being a girl is a good thing because, you get to wear pretty clothes, everyone thinks you are precious and if you cry correctly, you can get away with any crime." I shot up from his lap. "That's what you think of ME?" I screeched. I was angry, horrified and belittled. "Well, what do you want me to say?" He was amused now. "Being a girl is a wonderful thing." I declared. "Is that so? Care to share?" He said. "Well, I am a girl and I can do everything that boys can do. I excel in sports; I am topper in my class. I sing and I dance." I continued. "I can beat up any boy in my class." I was confident now. "And you know what, On top of all that, all that you said. So, I am good, awesome and one of a kind" Now I was very happy. Dad looked at me gently "Yes talli", he said "that you are. You already know this, never doubt yourself."

"Now why my angel had to wonder about her?" He insisted. "Well, sometimes I wonder daddy. Mamma always says that, I don't behave like a girl. Girls have to cook, clean and she had a big list of do's and don'ts for girls. Anna doesn't have any of that lists. She says for girls only." I pouted. Dad sighed. "Talli, you have to understand Mamma. She is my mother. She belongs to an older generation where woman took care of household and had almost always raised the kids single handedly because men were struggling to feed their families. You see, women by nature are great managers. They can guide while working hard and setting example by actions. They are great at multi-tasking. They can love and discipline at the same time. Women have achieved a lot more philosophically and spiritually than most men." He explained. "Daddy , You love your Mom very much don't you?" he tapped on my head gently and said "Yes talli. She worked very hard to bring us up. You see, I lost my dad when I was 6yrs old. And she was all alone with my grandfather who was old. But, she managed to send us to school and gave us the security and comfort we needed." I suddenly grew great respect for my grandma.

Something was still not clear in my head. "Daddy, do you think Amma is less than you?" I asked hesitantly "Because sometimes you get upset with her. Amma doesn't say anything. She smiles and goes inside and gets you coffee." I put my powers of observation to good use. Dad was a bit surprised and a bit taken aback. He ran his fingers quickly through his hair. "Well that's because she knows me very well and she knows sometimes I bring the office pressure home. She can sense it right away. She also knows how to calm me down." He smiled. He continued "she takes care of both my angels and my mother. And she does this with great enthusiasm and a beautiful smile on her face." His smile now broadened. "You love Amma very much too. Don't you daddy?" I asked. Daddy started laughing loudly and said "Yes, I do" he said. "Since your interrogation is done now, can we talk about the book you are reading?" I smiled. "Oh! You mean Chandamama. Nothing much. A story about a princess and a prince." I answered. Power came back. Amma was calling "Nupur, come to dinner." "Chalo" said Daddy. I was still pondering about what my dad said, how much he respected the women in his life, how much they influenced him, how they became a support for him and how wonderfully he explained that to me. "Daddy!" I said rather quickly, "When I grow up I want to marry someone just like you." I proclaimed.

Now, Daddy was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. I became shy and hid my face on his chest. "Bangaru talli, I will absolutely look for a boy like that when you grow up. May be bit better, you know who is also a prince. Now can we go to dinner?" I still hid my face and nodded yes. He picked me up and carried me to dining room. My head lying on his shoulder, I hugged him around his neck. I felt very peaceful and happy knowing that my dad loves me very much. I became very confident of myself and hopeful that I will find my future partner who would respect me and love me just like my daddy. We had dinner and daddy put me to bed. "Now close your eyes." He said. I did. He was lying by my side and I loved the warmth of my dad. I tried to fall asleep. Thoughts were racing in my head. Amma walked in "did she sleep?" asked Daddy. "I think so" he answered. "What were you two talking about?" She asked, "Everything alright?" She had a concern in her voice. I heard Daddy chuckle. "She is only 6 years old, but the things she talks about, amaze me. She is going to be a challenge. I think I am going to love talking to her. She is such a dreamer and thinker. I love her spirit and frankness. She is not afraid of taking life by its horns. God help the boy who will end up marrying her." (Although I wondered what it meant) I didn't hear Amma say anything. I know Amma, she must have shook her head sideways, disapproving. I fell asleep and dreamt about all the wonderful things in the world. And by the way, it included my future prince charming, very little did I know that future can't be only dreamt, but has to be built. Then again that's for another day.

Anu.

Welcome to the forum! Just a word of advice since its your first attempt at writing fiction...distribute the writing into short paragraphs n sentences so that it doesn't look clustered together...
Your title is interesting but just looking at the written work i cringed my nose...hence i strongly recommend for to edit it and put it in a more organized pattern. Specially cause you are a new writer, people would easily be turned off in the first bit itself...

cheers!

nijaL

(Didn't mean to discourage you if at all i did!)

ps: Mayank and Nupur are more famously known as Mayur....you might want to edit your title as well :)

AJ,

Originally posted by: missypatel

Welcome to the forum! Just a word of advice since its your first attempt at writing fiction...distribute the writing into short paragraphs n sentences so that it doesn't look clustered together...
Your title is interesting but just looking at the written work i cringed my nose...hence i strongly recommend for to edit it and put it in a more organized pattern. Specially cause you are a new writer, people would easily be turned off in the first bit itself...

cheers!

nijaL

(Didn't mean to discourage you if at all i did!)

Thankyou nijaL. Pardon me but can you elaborate. Like I said, I am not a writer, This is the way actually happenend , not a fiction. So I am willing to learn. What would you change? I agree more paragraphs. Anything else? Please let me know.
*edited*
LOL I know Mayur are famous. This is more about how Nupur became Nupur , little less to do with Mayank. He is her dream come true. Her perception of her dream man. I am from a small vilage in India. Seeing the current track brought back bitter sweet memories.
AJ

@Jess-- ummm I have the next part ready. I am not sure though, if I have what it takes. The thing is it is not fiction so, I am thinking. But Thankyou as always great support.
@ruchimayur--- Thank you. I wasn't sure.

AJ

PART-II

I was running late. I got up late as usual. Daddy woke me up. "Bulli! You will be late to school." He warned. "Daddy, a few more minutes please." I growled. "Talli, Now." He said. I woke up and lay in his lap again. I knew now he won't say anything. He smiled. I slept again. Amma came in. "Why are you still letting her sleep. She will be late." Mamma walked in "Beta, you can't spoil her. Her sister and brother already are up and are almost ready for school .This girl is still sleeping." She said rather sternly. I came to my senses right away, but didn't open my eyes. "Amma, let her be. How long is she going to be like this? Once she grows up she will move on." he said. I love you Daddy, I told myself. Mamma called out "Nupur ! Wake up. And Now". I sat up straight. Daddy is smiling and his eyes were saying you are dead now bachhu. I said "I am going Mamma."

I stood in front of the mirror and sink with tooth brush and paste in my hand. Amma put tooth paste on my brush and said "Brush otherwise you will be late." I was half asleep with brush in my mouth. Daddy walked by. He sighed. He came up to me and brushed my teeth. Amma was praying that Mamma doesn't see this. And she didn't. Amma made Boost for me. "I hate Boost." I said. "I want coffee." "What?" Said Amma. "Yes, the one daddy and you drink. Not the one you make lightly." She sighed. Amma knew, if I said I will do it. She gave me coffee. I enjoyed it thoroughly. Suddenly I looked at the clock, I am running late. I rushed to the bathroom. "Daddy, Help?." I yelled. Daddy came, he knew. He quickly gave me a bath and Amma got my school dress ready. Daddy helped me dress to school. Amma was braiding my long hair and Daddy was putting my socks and shoes on. Anna was holding my school bag.

Akka was darn furious. "I am going to be late because of her." she mumbled. "Amma,Daddy ! Can I go .She is going to be late and I don't want to be late." said Akka. "Sure talli, Go head." said Daddy. Anna is patiently waiting with the bag; after all he was the one who did all my school homework while I watched TV with Daddy. Mamma was scolding me the whole yesterday evening and night. "He is a boy and see how is attending on you and doing all your chores. You should be ashamed of yourself." Anna was smiling, he said "Don't worry. But I think you should learn to do it". I shrugged and came back to today. I love my family. I picked my bag and left to school.

You would think for someone who was late to begin with would run to school. I was in no hurry. I was upset about what mamma said, is it ok for a girl to wait on boy, but not boy to a girl. I kept on thinking about reasons to justify her statement. I couldn't find any. "I will be darned if a man ever told me what to do and how to do it." I told myself. I got myself to school. I reached just in time. Finished the prayer and went to classroom. I passed the boys section. "Boys" I scoffed. Teacher passed test results. I am still in top 5. I am not quite happy, because there is a boy who got more marks than I. I went to the teacher. "Is something wrong with my answer? I wrote better answer than him. Why did I get fewer marks?" There were other girls who got bit more marks than me. For some odd reason that was okay for me because they were my friends. Teacher said "It is only half mark difference. Nupur." "If there is no difference in answer, can you please give me my half mark?" I protested. My teacher smiled and said "Here you go." And now he was on par with me. I am not happy but not unhappy either. The end of the day, I marched back home.

Amma made our favorite fruit custard. I love it and ate it. Daddy came home, I heard the boots sound. I ran . "Daddy!" I yelled. "Sheesh" said Mamma. "Will you simmer it. Your dad just came home. Let him breath. How many times I told you not to jump on your dad like that. Behave like a girl. The guy in whose destiny you are written , I pity him." "Here we go again." I thought,rolling my eyes. Dad gave me his brief case and went to change. I couldn't wait to tell dad about my win. I scrambled through his suitcase. He usually had cool pens and pencils. I'd beg and plead for them , take them to school to flaunt. He walked in "Don't" he said, I sensed anger in his voice. I stopped and sat in the sofa.

He sat down with Financial Express in his hands. Amma gave him coffee. I was sitting on thorns. Finally he asked "How was school?" I jumped at this. I explained everything in detail. "So you are still not first rank" he said. "That's beside the point, I beat him daddy. I am still in top 5." Amma walked in to sit "If she stopped watching TV and actually did her homework she probably would be. She is too lazy. What do you do anyway? You and your beekar ke friends. Whenever you guys get a chance you are roaming on the streets. You could study and actually learn a lot. You are relying on your memory a lot. Don't . Hard work always pays off." The very first lecture from my Amma. I was quite, so was Daddy. I looked at Daddy. He seems to agree with Amma. To be honest, I did too. Amma hardly ever scolded but whenever she did it was like daggers, hitting the bulls eye.

I learnt something from Amma that day. I don't need to speak much, whatever I spoke has to be valid. "And what is the competition you have with boys. Compete with yourself." said Amma. My head was down. My friends walked in "crap" I thought, "she is going to kill me." "Go and play." she said "'in the backyard. No more streets." My friends were disappointed. But we played at home anyway. I kept on thinking though, Why do I do it? Who am I trying prove wrong Mamma? Society? Culture? I was confused. I made a decision though. I will not let this boy girl thing get to me. My family loves me and I have great friends. Life is grand and I still dreamt that my prince charming was nothing like the kooky boys in my class. He is perfect just like my Daddy.

I came inside to go to the bathroom. Amma was talking to Daddy "What is with this girl? Why does she fight with everyone? She is short tempered and ill-focused. I don't have to rack my brains for the other two. She drains my energy." I heard Daddy say "Give her some time. She will grow up; she is still in 5th grade. She will be fine. We will worry if the school complains." See, this is why I love my Daddy. He knew me so well. Well, Will my life partner ever be like this???? I hope so. But Is Mamma right? Am I going to make a horrible life partner? Something struck me. It is two way street. And I am already prejudiced. God, this is stupid. I am going to go and eat another bowl of custard. And I did. I am calm now and future, who cares. I love my life now. I couldn't care less about the prince charming.

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Thank you for reading it. Comment even if u don't like it. Helps me to be a better writer.

AJ

Originally posted by: aj_observer

Thanks Divya, I guess I am blue mood because it's the holidays and My dad passed away 4 years ago. I couldn't sleep tonight .Seeing Nupur in Morena brought out bitter sweet memories for me. I did continue in the fanfictions forum. There is a second part if you want to read.
And one more thing, this is not fiction .Happened to me word to word.

AJ

Aww..I'm so sorry 🤗 I understand!! I also found out this is not fiction ..cos this is sooo from the heart!! I've read the second prt as well and its equally beautiful...!!!

Divya, I guess almost all girls have to go through this phase. But we are fighters and we will bounce back.And Thank you. I knew you would know the emotion. 🤗

hey AJ, this sounds so good...............weekend was becoming so tough to pass, esp. with no clue watsoever of Mayur in monday's epi..............but now thanx to u..............this ff will help.

@annie07.. thank you. I will continue. I have so many stories to share I guess.😆

AJ