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This is the first time i'm trying my hand at writing an OS. please read and tell me if i should continue. it has two more parts that need to be written,Please leave your comments and let me now if i should continue.
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Love, freedom and dreams..
'Argh! she has already started her music!' the little girl thought as she stretched from the bed to look at he clock. It was just four in the morning and she could hear her mother rolling the vessels in the kitchen.It was not new to her, almost whole of her life,till date she had waken up to such noise, but today her mother was up early by an hour. It was a ritual for this 10 year old to wake up at 5am in the morning with her mother to help her prepare breakfast and lunch for the day,while her dad and brother woke up by 7am. She did her usual chores for an hour everyday in the morning, and after that she could not possibly go to sleep after that so she usually found solace in her books,which resulted in her being a topper in every exam and every quiz,she attended.Every thing has a positive side as well as negative one. The girl had everything, everything in every sense,caring family,best education and she was sure she would get anything she wanted. BUT in the pretext of giving her the best,her parents stole her childhood from her. In the kitchen, 'Arohi beta, you are already up?' her mom asked.'yes mom. I heard you in the kitchen,i thought i should come down to help you.' she said politely.'haye, meri pyaari bachi, you need not have come down for this.I could have managed it myself,but now that you came, go do the dishes'she went to do as she was told. She was everything her parents wanted her to be. no,what every parent wanted their child to be. A soft spoken girl full of values,who knew where to raise her voice and when not to and knew she hated being made to do what everyone wanted her to,but she did not bother much except the rare grumbling, she was happy with what she got,because she had never really wanted anything much for herself.'Arohi...what do you want for lunch today?''It's my turn to choose today?' her mother smiled seeing her excited daughter. She had always wanted her daughter to be happy,but still be prepared to face any unexpected twists life throws. She had lost her entire family in very tragic accident at the age of 15.The most pampered child of the very rich family was in the orphanage in the next few days due to the worst turn of events in her life. At the orphanage,she had do things for herself,the chores for which she had had numerous servants at her disposal for till the previous day.She did not want her daughter to be as week or innocent as her. Neither was it that she expected her daughter to have the same fate nor will she allow anything like that to happen to her, but she wanted to prepare her for anything that her future held for her.her daughter's cheerful yell for 'Gobi ka parota' brought her out of her thoughts.'shh...beta keep your voice low,papa and others went to bed very late at night',the little Arohi nodded and went back to her work while the mother went to cook, all the while cursing the new neighbours for having late night parties. This was the fourth day in a row that she had not slept because of the extremely loud music.Arohi thought, music is also a problem now. She sighed, thinking of how her mother was always complaining. Be it the tea she makes once in few days or her grades, her mother always complained and wanted more from her. Now she has problems with their new neighbors. hmph, somEthings never change.Little did she know that not her parent's but her bedroom was sound proofed to give her enough privacy for her studies.Her dad,she was really fond of her,he hated that she always had to be on her heels to either music, dance or painting classes.He wanted her to spend as much time as possible with him,she was his godess he worshiped his little angel and showered her with his love,she was his everything. May be that love was what made him refuse to send her away on even the short road trips organised in her school.But he made sure that on the same day or before that,she would be taken to the place under his protective watch.He always told her mother that,'Its enough if a child was thought one art at a time,why do you put her through every single class in the neighborhood?', and her mother's was the usual reply,though the girl hated it,she felt proud whenever her mother said,' i make her do because i know she is capable of doing,i would never compel her if she could not do'. On he same day at the break fast table,her mother advised her and her brother, against talking or playing with the children of their new neighbors, for fear of them being wrong influence.She always took her mother at her word, which made her quite apprehensive about talking with the new student in her class,the new neighbor kid, That did not stop her from noticing that he barely talked with anyone But smiled warmly at everyone.She had seen him previously in the morning right in front of her house, while he got into the school bus,with a tall girl whom she guessed to be his sister. It was wednesday evening,she had her music class at her bua's place. Thankfully the class had ended an hour before the usual timings because her bua headed to the hospital due to an emergency,so there was no chance of bua calling her mother. She had an hour to be on her own and she headed to her usual hideout,only to find it occupied by someone. The place was behind her house,hidden within the trees,she had made her own net swing there, where she saw him sitting comfortably watching the reflection of the moon on the pond water,it was her habit to do the same,it relaxed her,she truly believed it from her heart that the white moon was an eraser of thoughts that disturbed her throughout the day.'excuse me..' her manners in place.he turned, she saw his deep brown eyes,glistening with tears, it made his eyes seem like it was bulging out of its place, he smiled, 'hi' he said.'your eyes' she said.'huh'she wiped his tears,she knew she should not talk with strangers even if it was her classmate. Suddenly there was a blast of loud music, she winced,'what was that?' now she knew now why her mother hated the new neighbors. 'its from my house. Mom and Dad have a party''then why are you here.''I dont like it.''hmm...Arohi' she forwarded her hands towards him.'Arjun' he said.'This is my swing' she said pointing towards it.'oh, i'm sorry' he said and turned to leave.'you can share it with me' she said behind.'really?'That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, and was the first time Arohi did something against her mothers words.She was really excited,her first ever friend who will live near her house, and he realised how much of a talkative person she was, they spent an hour with each other,she ran back into her house scared of her mother's temper. After dinner she went to the terrace to try to see if he was still there,and he was. For the first time, she sneaked out through the back door,to him.'you are back?' 'come with me' she pulled him and ran back into the house, took him into her room,they spent the night the usual kids way. talking,eating and sleeping. This became their habit in the next few days. mornings at school, evenings at their respective places and nights at her room. Arjun even forgot what his bedroom looked like.Habit of days went on for weeks,weeks to months to a year.After a year, one sudden day, he said his father wanted them to move to a new place, he was way beyond hurt,she was shattered. For days she avoided even seeing him, the day when he had to leave, he could not control himself,he broke down,went to Rashi for advice. She advised him, and also thought him a few things.Few minutes later, Arjun was at her doorstep, waiting for someone too open the door.Amrit saw the neighbour kid, his face swollen and wet wth tears. She let him in,he called oout,'Arohi'...she came down running, tears streaming down the little face of hers. 'we are moving to Warangal' he said,she just nodded. he expected her to reply,but she threw herself aroound his neck, her sobs raking through her.Everyone who witnessed the scene including Amrit were shocked at the intensity. soon he left sneaking a crushed peice of paper into her palms. he bid good bye to her and ran without looking back. The next moment Arohi rushed into her bed room.
NOTE:The story can be imagined with a backdrop of the last decade of the 20th century when the email was at its initial phase and was not used by many and only really privileged people had access to computers and internet. The main period when internet started to be widely used. disclaimer: the email ids are purely fictional. sorry if it is actually some one's id. no trouble intended.thank you for your time :)
she smiled through her tears.Originally posted by: The crushed paper
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NOTE:The story can be imagined with a backdrop of the last decade of the 20th century when the email was at its initial phase and was not used by many and only really privileged people had access to computers and internet. The main period when internet started to be widely used. disclaimer: the email ids are purely fictional. sorry if it is actually some one's id. no trouble intended.thank you for your time :)
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