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nivedita

@rajatrangini

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Posted: 14 years ago

Hiii everyone,

i don't know how many here knows me...
so let me introduce myself first, i am nivedita.
and i wanna share a small ff with you..
its a bit of diff kind, based on my own imagination..
so i m scare for will it make its place in ur hearts😕
i will continue it it you guys will like...
thanks.

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part 1- page 1
part 2-page 2
part 3-page 3
part 4- page 5
part 5- page 7
part6- page 8
part7- page 10
part8- page 12
part9 - page 16
part10 - page 18
part11 - page 19
paet12 - page 20
part13 - page 22
part14 - page 24
part15 - page 26
part16 - page 28
part17 - page 30
part18 -page 33
part19 - page 35

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nivedita

@rajatrangini

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Posted: 14 years ago

so here is the first part...
the following ff is being written in the first person.
the characters will be introduced as they appear in the story, by the sight of narrator.

PART 1

I was brought in a peculiar room, just with two benches in it; in addition to the four walls and a roof. But whatever it is, I love to come here every time, at least there is something new to see. They left me there with my hands cuffed. It makes me feel good that they still think that I can run away. But anyway I just sat down on a bench, as it was hard for me to stand there.

Within a minute 'He' came in. 'He' the only person who use to come to meet me from the outside world, since last twenty-five years, after a gap of every two months. But this time he was early, or may be I have got a bad memory. ,..the age factor.
But his view somehow brought a fake smile on my face.

He is a man of my age only, but now looks younger then me, or the other way you can say I look older. He came towards me but there were bars between us, so; I too have to move up to the bars.
He said "court has ordered for your release because of your good behavior, be ready, tomorrow morning you will be out; I will come to pick you."

Ahhhhhhh. What a news, for a person who has spent his whole life in prison, can now die freely in the fresh air. He was waiting for my reply, but the words were choked in my throat; it happens when u speaks once in two months.
I moved my lips, with a low voice coming out "how Is she?"
The man smiled at me and said "just the same, as I have told you last time".
I was expecting the similar answer but truly saying my ears want to hear something new.

He nodded his head and said the same words which he always use to say "you love her!!"
Alas!!!... What to reply him, the same as ever, I said "I don't." after a small pause I tried to extend it but before I could say anything he himself extended it "you are not a kind of person who can love anyone, I know." I shook my head, he has got me now.
We have not much to talk about; he left with it, and the peoples who have left me there came again to take me back to my cell.

'My cell' the place where I have lived twenty-five years of my life; there was nothing in it, just four dirty walls and a roof which sometimes even leak out in rainy seasons; with a small ventilator on top, from which I can feel the sun but only for an hour a day.
An uplifted platform of about 6*4 feet, which almost covers the half of the cell; with a blanket to cover while sleeping.
But then also, it was mine and I am used to it now; which I am going to leave tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow morning I will be back in the outside world. I don't know is it good news or a bad one that I will again be a part of that selfish world. But yaa one thing is for sure I will miss this place very much; each brick of here have my life in it'

There must be many questions in your minds', who am I... where I am..., why I am here..., and who was he? Who is she? And many more; but don't worry I will answer all of them, infact we have a whole evening and a night to talk about it. This night won't end so soon.

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Namrata Kumari

@NIMMY

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Posted: 14 years ago

just read it

plz pm me when u update nxt

loved ur story

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Sanchita

@sanchita1410

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Posted: 14 years ago

Nive u didn't continue it in rtw. Can u continue it here?

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nivedita

@rajatrangini

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Posted: 14 years ago

Originally posted by: sanchitaroy
Nive u didn't continue it in rtw. Can u continue it here?

hii dii..
u know i am an rian..wahn nahi kiya to yahan to sawal hi nahi uthta..
just mai abhi toda busy hn becoz of entrance xmas..
so i dn hav time to write...but jab bhi likhoongi pehle update rtw par hi hoga

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nivedita

@rajatrangini

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Posted: 14 years ago

Originally posted by: NIMMY
just read it
plz pm me when u update nxt

loved ur story

thanks nimmy
surely i will pm u

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Amira.

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Posted: 14 years ago

Nice uptade
plzz cont soon
n pm me

~Amira~

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nivedita

@rajatrangini

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Posted: 14 years ago

Originally posted by: amira_saeed
Nice uptade
plzz cont soon
n pm me

~Amira~

thanks amira....
here is the next part

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nivedita

@rajatrangini

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Posted: 14 years ago

PART 2

So let me first tell you where I am? Today I am in a small cell of central jail. Till now you all must have guessed that I am here from last twenty five years, because Indian Supreme Court has sentenced me for life imprisonment; that time I was young, smart, good looking but today I really don't know how I look like exactly. I don't remember which was the last time I have faced the mirror.

My skin has got wrinkles, my hands shake whenever I try to raise them. My hairs have grown long, white, even I haven't shaved since last few months because my facial skin has became too soft and my hands shiver a lot while shaving; it has hurt me several time.

A day before I have seen my impression in the water tank, wasn't that clear; but really I look like a monster of a horror tale; too ugly; to look at.
Even I can't identify my self.
Ahhh. Wait a second; someone has opened the door of my cell. A man came inside and placed my diet in front of me saying "214 just half an hour finish it"
And he gets back closing my door.

214 my name of here, I m responding to it from last thirty five years, so it's my name.
'He' is the only one who calls me by my real name, whenever he comes to meet me, but our chats are so short that sometime he doesn't require taking my name; as today.
But don't u worry my memory is not so weak, I remember my name and I will tell u but before it lets see what's in my meal, my last meal of here.
Don't expect any surprise, it's just the same as it is daily, dry chapattis, a very dilute daal and a sabji; one can't say which vegetable it is.

When we are talking of food, let me tell you about my choice. I love Chinese, Thai, Italian, and even Indian spicy food. But truly telling you, now I don't even remember their taste after eating this tasteless food from so many years; the taste buds of my tongue has expired.
Oh O, what is it? Wait a second there is something in my daal, let me see…
It's a cockroach …a small one, don't worry I will take it out. Its very common thing here.
Jail meal is not only tasteless but also of worst quality, but one has to have it for being alive.
This reminded me of something, something I would like to share with you, to begin my story 'Ryan's story'. I still remember, it was 31st 0f December my fifth birthday; and my maid was running behind me to feed something from the dinning table, which was full of my favorite dishes…

… She was running behind me taking rounds of the dinning table... "Ryan baba... Kuch to kha lo"
And I was just making her tired by not listening to her.
She caught me finally and make me sat on a chair "dekho baba tum nahi khaoge to week ho jaaoge, phir sham ko party mai kaise enjoy karoge"

I throw away the plate from her hand and said "mujhe kuch nahi khana… jab tak mom dad nahi aaenge I will not eat it."
She tried to convince me but I have just one thing to say 'I want my mom dad'
My dad is a businessman, and my mom too assists him in his work. They are very busy peoples and don't have much time to spent with me. From last one month they were in Dubai for some conference,
But they have promised me that they will come today, for my birthday, so I was waiting for them.
I waited for whole of the afternoon, and around 3'o clock I got a call from my mom. She wished me "happy birthday Ryan… how are u dear, we are very sorry couldn't come to u today but we have send your gift by a parcel you will get it soon; bye honey"

They don't realize that I want them, more then a gift.
But in the evening I received their parcel 'it was an electronic remote helicopter'
When I saw it, I just forgot all my worries and got lost in it; my all friends were praising it. We had a party that night and I enjoyed a lot in it.

Time passed by and now I was seven but things changed a bit. Now I genuinely wait for my gifts only not for my parents. Even when they came to meet me almost after months I wait for them to leave so that I could carry on my work and interest.

School, friends, parties, games became a routine of my life.
My results keep on getting down every time. But my parents have no time to see why I am getting bad towards my studies. They just changed my school; put more and more tuitions for me. But they don't realized; my problem was more psychological if they had given some more time to me, my life would have been a bit different.

I kept on doing what I wish. My life turned on more of masti and dhamal, late night parties, club, discos and all the youth stuff. I try to keep myself engaged in the crowd, but somewhere inside me I was alone, this was my lifestyle and till now I have became used to it.
But a day they have gifted me something which has changed my life, which has given a new direction to my life….

A sudden noise took me back in my senses. The man has returned to take away my diet plate. I have not still finished it, just eaten half of it, when he saw this he said… "Kal tum jaa rahe ho,,, accha hai … ab ye khana kyon accha lagega"...
And he took away my plate, locked the cell again.