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CHAPTER 1
A girl jst came out frm the head office of a music company... running madly... with tears rolling down her eyes ... N She was running like nobody could ever catch her.. Her broken self was trying to shout as loud as she can without making a noise... She crossed the road n she ws still running towards the bus stop.. She reached there n sat on the bench available there.. She was continuosly crying .. Bt any one cud hardly see her tears as it was raining heavily.. Her clothes wr drenched.. Her salty tears wr mixed with the rain drops.. She hid her face by covering it with her palms.. She started sobbing... She strtd revisiting her dis very special day turned into a cursed one.. Just arnd ten, in the morning, on that same day , she ws so happy n excited fr her frst step towards her dancing career.. She got an opportunity to prove hrslf as a dancer in a music album.. It was nt a miracle.. Bt it was her hardwrk... uski mehnat... She had been struggling hard to make her dance career. She tried every possible way to *accomplish n fulfill* her dreams.. of living an independent life.. Of proving others dat a girl on hr own cn b as powerful as a man.. "Dance is not a wrong choice" she wanted to prove to her family.. She wanted to prove dat she s proud of being a dancer.. Bt suddenly she saw images of hrself standing near the director and fighting fr smthing .. She was supposed to perform fr a music album bt the truth was difrnt.. It was sm alcohol s adv program where she had to dance.She was shocked to know dat she had to perform fr dat cheap drink... she tried harder n harder to refuse the proposal of dancing there.. Bt it was nt posssible. she had signed a contract with the company fr that video n she cant say no to them at any cost... Now her tears took d form of her anger she strtd loosing herself..
She removed her hands frm hr face.. They were all wet bcz of rain n constant crying.. Her sobbing had stopped by then. She stood with a jerk n murmered, " you hv to b strng.. Its d harsh reality of this wrld n u hv to face them.. " she was stnding against a hoarding upon which the poster was still yet to b painted.. So it was plain white.. Her frstrn led her to that board n she strtd drawing by using the markers kept on one side .. She frst drw d same bs stop n then a girl crying on the bench nearby.. She made heavy black clouds...thunder n lightning ... Then she made it look like as if it was raining heavily..
Yes she was trying to illustrate her situation... As soon as her drwng was cmplt .. She took a dtc bus towards nehru place to reach her house.. She was living alone there.. She was giving a last final chance to her independent life.. Which ws in danger by now...
A handsm gentlemoon in formals came out of his mercedes n ordered his driver to tk the car to any garrage nearby n told him dat he will reach home on his own.
Driver : bt saahab aap jaaenge kaise?? M auto dhund laata hu...
Man : nhi .. Tum jao m khud dhund lunga..
His college day's memories wr waiting fr him .. He rmmbrd those days wen he used to travel in buses .. He used to leave his car at d bus stop n never used to leave any chance to travel thru public means.. Yes though he was rich bt his innerself used to lv all those small small things which a normal middleclass man wud hv nvr liked.. He strtd walking n he saw the bus stop .he reached there n waited fr d bus to cm. It ws 10:30 by nw .. Rain was all over... The roads were all wet.. He had been waiting fr the bus fr 20 minutes.. dtc buses are very popular fr not being on tym.. So he knew it was all normal... He strtng walking arnd.. He decided to sit n he Took out his fon msgd sm1 n clicked the side button to off the display light. As he turned off d display light, he saw sm reflection.. Rflctn of a painting .. He was shocked a bit coz it was nt a regular artistic painting bt a different one. He cud guess it that sm1 ,other than a painter, has made it.. He strtd staring at it..
He ws unable to tk his eyes off frm d drawing.. He cud see d pain transformed into d drawing.. His heart ached to see d grl crying her heart out... He cudnt cntrl n took d marker n strtd to draw on the already drawn picture... He cudnt erase it bt draw.. He drew an umbrella in such a way that it looks like dat she is holding dat umbrella to save herself frm the rain.. He smiled at his own addition n left ...
Next morning the grl reached the same cmpny as she cudnt saY no.. She wrkd n sm cheap staff member passed sm cheap cmnts n tried to tk advntg of her.. She smhw managd n her day was much more horrible.. Bt she has to cmplt this deal.. She ran away fr her life n reached the same bs stop with tears in her eyes... The moment she reached there she was shocked to the core. she saw dat painting n the ADDITION n her dissappointment , hlplessness n anger wr already at its best... She jerked n moved towards the hoarding.. She took a closer view n wiped off her tears n Strtd drawing again.. This tym she drew a bus n sm dirt raised on her by dat that bus.. She showed sm dirt on her face too .. She was trying to describe her situation there again.. N then aftr five minutes her usual bus came n she went away...
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INDEX
CHAPTER 2
A girl jst came out frm the head office of a music company... running madly... with tears rolling down her eyes ... N She was running like nobody could ever catch her.. Her broken self was trying to shout as loud as she can without making a noise... She crossed the road n she ws still running towards the bus stop.. She reached there n sat on the bench available there.. She was continuosly crying .. Bt any one cud hardly see her tears as it was raining heavily.. Her clothes wr drenched.. Her salty tears wr mixed with the rain drops.. She hid her face by covering it with her palms.. She started sobbing... She strtd revisiting her dis very special day turned into a cursed one.. Just arnd ten, in the morning, on that same day , she ws so happy n excited fr her frst step towards her dancing career.. She got an opportunity to prove hrslf as a dancer in a music album.. It was nt a miracle.. Bt it was her hardwrk... uski mehnat... She had been struggling hard to make her dance career. She tried every possible way to *accomplish n fulfill* her dreams.. of living an independent life.. Of proving others dat a girl on hr own cn b as powerful as a man.. "Dance is not a wrong choice" she wanted to prove to her family.. She wanted to prove dat she s proud of being a dancer.. Bt suddenly she saw images of hrself standing near the director and fighting fr smthing .. She was supposed to perform fr a music album bt the truth was difrnt.. It was sm alcohol s adv program where she had to dance.She was shocked to know dat she had to perform fr dat cheap drink... she tried harder n harder to refuse the proposal of dancing there.. Bt it was nt posssible. she had signed a contract with the company fr that video n she cant say no to them at any cost... Now her tears took d form of her anger she strtd loosing herself..
She removed her hands frm hr face.. They were all wet bcz of rain n constant crying.. Her sobbing had stopped by then. She stood with a jerk n murmered, " you hv to b strng.. Its d harsh reality of this wrld n u hv to face them.. " she was stnding against a hoarding upon which the poster was still yet to b painted.. So it was plain white.. Her frstrn led her to that board n she strtd drawing by using the markers kept on one side .. She frst drw d same bs stop n then a girl crying on the bench nearby.. She made heavy black clouds...thunder n lightning ... Then she made it look like as if it was raining heavily..
Yes she was trying to illustrate her situation... As soon as her drwng was cmplt .. She took a dtc bus towards nehru place to reach her house.. She was living alone there.. She was giving a last final chance to her independent life.. Which ws in danger by now...
A handsm gentlemoon in formals came out of his mercedes n ordered his driver to tk the car to any garrage nearby n told him dat he will reach home on his own.
Driver : bt saahab aap jaaenge kaise?? M auto dhund laata hu...
Man : nhi .. Tum jao m khud dhund lunga..
His college day's memories wr waiting fr him .. He rmmbrd those days wen he used to travel in buses .. He used to leave his car at d bus stop n never used to leave any chance to travel thru public means.. Yes though he was rich bt his innerself used to lv all those small small things which a normal middleclass man wud hv nvr liked.. He strtd walking n he saw the bus stop .he reached there n waited fr d bus to cm. It ws 10:30 by nw .. Rain was all over... The roads were all wet.. He had been waiting fr the bus fr 20 minutes.. dtc buses are very popular fr not being on tym.. So he knew it was all normal... He strtng walking arnd.. He decided to sit n he Took out his fon msgd sm1 n clicked the side button to off the display light. As he turned off d display light, he saw sm reflection.. Rflctn of a painting .. He was shocked a bit coz it was nt a regular artistic painting bt a different one. He cud guess it that sm1 ,other than a painter, has made it.. He strtd staring at it..
He ws unable to tk his eyes off frm d drawing.. He cud see d pain transformed into d drawing.. His heart ached to see d grl crying her heart out... He cudnt cntrl n took d marker n strtd to draw on the already drawn picture... He cudnt erase it bt draw.. He drew an umbrella in such a way that it looks like dat she is holding dat umbrella to save herself frm the rain.. He smiled at his own addition n left ...
Next morning the grl reached the same cmpny as she cudnt saY no.. She wrkd n sm cheap staff member passed sm cheap cmnts n tried to tk advntg of her.. She smhw managd n her day was much more horrible.. Bt she has to cmplt this deal.. She ran away fr her life n reached the same bs stop with tears in her eyes... The moment she reached there she was shocked to the core. she saw dat painting n the ADDITION n her dissappointment , hlplessness n anger wr already at its best... She jerked n moved towards the hoarding.. She took a closer view n wiped off her tears n Strtd drawing again.. This tym she drew a bus n sm dirt raised on her by dat that bus.. She showed sm dirt on her face too .. She was trying to describe her situation there again.. N then aftr five minutes her usual bus came n she went away...
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I ll b waiting fr ur replies n.likes... plz tell me shud i continue !!! 😃
INDEX
CHAPTER 2
Arjun
Anupamaa
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