Here is an index for all the updates and the page numbers.
part 1 = page 1
part 2 = page 5
part 3 = page 9
part 4 = page 13
part 5 = page 20
part 6 = page 25
part 7 = page 31
part 8 = page 35
part 9 = page 38
part 10= page 42
part 11 = page 48
part 12= page 52
part 13= page 54
part 14= page 58
part 15- page 63
part 16- page 66
part 17- page 68
part 18- page 72
part 19- page 74
part 20- page 75
part 21- pg 79
part 22- page 85
part 23-page 86
part 24-page 88
part 25- page 89 (Last Part!)
Hi,
I started a new FF. Hope you like it!
Part 1:
"India… world's second largest country by population. A country that releases more than 1000 films each year in more then ten different languages. A country filled with people who aspire to be someone better then they were yesterday. A country where people build new dreams each day, making them come true, and sometimes even watching them break. These broken dreams are what this new radio show is based on. I am Anjali, and I have seen several dreams break up in my life. It is not a matter of forgetting but rather moving on that helps each person learn the new lessons in life. My story is long, and one day I promise to tell you about it. But starting tomorrow, I want to hear your dreams, ones you want to make come true, once that have come true, and even ones that have shattered in front of your eyes. For now, Goodbye and goodnight, India!"
Anjali packed up her belongings and switched off the lights to her radio station. Over the past few years, with a lot of hard work and determination she had made one of her dreams come true—to become independent in every manner. She was now a successful young woman who had put her past behind her and made sure that the future was bright for her and her son. She went by the market and picked up her son's favorite dish, pizza and pasta. It was late night again, and as much as had promised that she would be home earlier, Anjali couldn't make it. When she got home, she found Rohit playing on the ground with Ma. She looked at the sight and saw a strong resemblance of his dad in Rohit.
Anjali mentally smacked herself! She would not think about him again! How many times was she going to tell herself that, that chapter of her life was not only closed it was lost. Anjali picked up the mess around the room as she talked to Ma about her day at work and how she was going to have to leave early tomorrow again to meet and conform some final deals.
Ma loved watching Anjali, as she was always in a hurry. She would move around the house, always restless and never settling down. It was good for her though. The longer Anjali sat around, the more her mind went back to old memories, it was better to keep on doing something all the time. Anjali went towards Rohit and picked him up in her arms.
Rohit of course was pulling an act again, pretending to be mad at his mom. "Don't talk to me" Rohit said in his hurt voice "you don't care. I asked you to come early today, but you didn't."
Anjali kissed her son and made him face her "Sweetie, don't you want to know why I was late?"
Rohit shrugged, he wanted to know but of course he wouldn't let his mom know of that " First of all, mommy how many times have I asked you not to call me sweetie."
Anjali laughed as she innocently asked him "Why not?"
Rohit put his mouth to his mom's ears "Mommy, girls at my school say that 'sweetie' refers to a girl! And I am not a girl!"
"Why, you are a girl" Anjali joked with her son.
"No, I am not!" Rohit said defiantly!
Anjali very cutely smiled at her son "Well, only girls get mad so quickly. And you are mad at me right now, meaning you are a girl!"
" I am not a girl! I am not mad at you!" Rohit said with hesitation.
"You are not? Well then good. Let's eat Pizza!" Anjali smiled, her plan worked. Her son was too cute but the one thing that annoyed him, was being called a girl. He was strong, just like his father was.
Anjali and Rohit sat on the table and ate their pizza while Ma ate her Rotis as always. After they had all gone to bed, Anjali went out to the patio and stared up at the sky. It had stopped raining and after so many years, Anjali had decided to return to Mumbai, the city of dreams. For her, a city of broken dreams.
How did you like it? I hope you enjoyed it! Please do leave any comments and or suggestions!
-Pari