FF : Shakespeare and Water colors Ch 5 page 6

Posted: 12 years ago
 Notes :  Ram and Priya's Fan fiction. I like the premise of the story. So starting a Fan Fiction here for Bade acche lagte hain. 


Shakespeare and Water colors. 

#1 Among the multitude 



Ram. 

Late. Late again. He was never late for a meeting and he was today because his best friend set him up for a stupid date. What his friend didn't understand was he was way beyond the age for marriage and those who were ready to marry him were all for his money. He understood his concern, understood his friend's need to see him happy with HIS family, not slogging hard for his step family.

Last night's incidents' had shaken him hard from within. He was the one who provided for his family, gave up his desires and when an elder brother was supposed to oblige to his duties, he was impeached off his privilege and his step brother was chosen instead of him. Here, the difference between a real and a step brother embossed. Not listening to a word that was being said in the meeting, he grabbed a water bottle and emptied half of its content in a single sip. Wiping off the remains of the liquid off his face, he tried to concentrate on the meeting, impotent to do so; he called it off and switched off the lights. This is what that suited him the most. Darkness.  He was fat first, old second and rich last. For gold diggers like the ones he had just met, the order just got reversed.  Will he ever find true love like his best friend had?

Would he just settle for someone who was ready to sell herself to him for his money? Thinking and rattling his brain for some answers, he closed his eyes out of sheer tiredness and the night closed upon him.

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Priya

Aloo matar. Her father had made this simple wish to eat aloo matar for dinner. Being a dutiful daughter, she had obliged. She went to the kitchen and cut some vegetables for the dish. Her mind, being as wandering as William Wordsworth's imagination's cloud, drifted to the day's happenings.  She was accidentally stuck in a lift with Hiten. Alone. Watching him fidgeting, she smiled. So he was embarrassed to be alone with her. As always. He then tried to initiate a conversation to which she didn't refuse and talked like normal neighbors would do. A few greetings and life's happenings had taken them to the topic which they both so desperately wanted to avoid.  Soon, they both started to think what would have happened had they end up together. Soon, the lift ride and came to an end and there was Hiten's wife standing innocently, batting her eyelashes and malice in her eyes. Her eyes were speaking for herself and when she gave Priya her piece of mind, each word stung her heart badly. Hiten had tried to stop her wife seeing Priya almost in tears but in vain.  Priya returned to her place and kept mum about the whole incident. Had she told her mother about it, hell would have broken loose and she would have to pray for Hiten and his family's wellness.

She had always been her family's son. She marred her own wishes and her dream to get her dream man to give her mother the lifestyle she wanted but always was criticized for her lack of interest in dating men. She was thirty three now. Too old for a woman to be dating men. Her friends were already settled with little kids all growing up and their equally proud mothers gushing about every activity of their children. She enjoyed her singlehood status. It gave her a freedom to do what her heart felt like. She could be all that she wanted to be, without a man dominating her life. But then again, societal pressures and norms had made her weak from inside; she could no longer roam around the society without getting pitiful glances. Is this what a woman is expected to do? Marry early and have kids? What about those who got divorced? Or widowed? They got another style of pity-looking. She had succumbed to the pressures around her, she took refuge in fiction. She wrote and taught literature. No longer  she required a man to satisfy the romantic in her, she found love in Rhett Butler and Scarlett O Hara.

Quickly settling her thoughts, she garnished the vegetable she had prepared with so much affection for her father. The more her musings drifted, the better her food tasted. It was tried and tested. This time, it was going to be a real treat. She smiled at the thought and went to enjoy the last meal of the day with her family, with her feelings nicely locked in a trunk and shut tight. 



To be continued. 

Spree. 


P.S Feel free to comment. Like/ Dislike. 


Edited by -Spree- - 12 years ago
Posted: 12 years ago
Hey
Good to see an FF on this show. I hope ur story turns out to be good. Characters are nicely sketched and worded. Add me to ur PM list if u have one.
Posted: 12 years ago
nice concept...would like to read more
Posted: 12 years ago
 Great ! keep going!👏 Your beginning was good.Waiting to read more.
Posted: 12 years ago
Hey
Amazing one. :-)
Good start
Please ping me when you continue. 
Take care
Ananya
Posted: 12 years ago
Hey
Its a great start !
Please continue soon and do add me to the PM list if you have one.
Thanks
Take care
Nupur
Posted: 12 years ago
this is good. i love your style.

I'll follow it (please add me to your pm list) and i hope that you bring the best of your potential in the future romance scenes.
Posted: 12 years ago
Great start and concept...please add me to your PM list if you have one and continue soon! 😊
Posted: 12 years ago
Spree  good start; well envisaged chracter sketch and simple but riverting narration. 
 I liked this line--He was fat first, old second and rich last. 
 
 
Hahaa Ram sure knows what he is!! Keep updating plz.
Posted: 12 years ago
Shakespeare and Water colors

#2 To the stranger


Ram. 

He loved playing in the rain. The raindrops formed a cluster in his little hands and off he threw it on his father's face. His father was a good man, taking care of him as a single parent had been hard but he never gave up on his duty and took his son occasionally out for playing. He was strict when it came to studies; he was flexible when it was time for fun. It was a perfect family. His father and him. His father then picked him up in his arms and tickled the small of his back and ruffled his hair. He could feel the sensation and begged in his boyish voice to stop in between the muffles of laughter being caught in his throat. It was almost real that he felt his head being gently patted by his father.  He heard his name being called in the back of his mind and Ram Kapoor awoke with a shook.  There he saw, his best friend Vikram patting his head, a sign to make him wake up and then again, understanding his exhaustion. Ram had always compared this particular fellow with his father. Both took great care of him and were extremely strict when he overworked.

He hadn't realized when mental fatigue engulfed him completely and he fell asleep on the chair he attended meeting in. And then the grave reality punched him hard in the gut, it was his father's death anniversary that day. Asking his step mother a day before to attend the rituals ceremony had fetched him a rude reply on her part, declaring she could come when she has time. Sometimes, a very tiny part of his mind questioned whether this lady had ever loved his father.  Shaking away those thoughts, he freshened himself up in his office's restroom and was off for the mandir. Bad luck hits at a bad time. His stupid driver had tried to cross a red light so as to prevent his employer from getting late for the pooja and bang, he hit a car. It was accident. Ram just didn't realize how fateful it was. He would get late for the pooja now. Despair and restlessness filled him as he shouted at the driver to go look and pay for the damage done. The damage caused to him if he never showed up for the pooja would be irreparable.


~~~~~~~'


Priya

She was in trouble now. She was cursing god for the day today. In the morning, she had managed to get herself a BIG lecture from her mother about how she was not taking care of herself and was not attracting men towards her. She had felt like she was advised to be a men magnet like those heavy eyelashes batting women in serials. No, she was happy with what she was and happy with what she had. She was much more than what wanted to be made out of her. Her younger sister had smirked and occasionally laughed during the whole conversation and even suggested her to help her beautify. Priya had just raised an eyebrow and her smile faltered, retreated back to her room. Her mother had then again, started a new lecture of how she scared away her sister. She had just rolled her eyes and continued enjoying reading a new novel by Nicholas Sparks. Her mother's words were usually caustic and sometimes she felt throbbed but then most of the times, she had learnt to ignore them and do her own business.

And now this. This minor accident her mother was creating ruckus about in public. For just a scratch, she was ready to rob the rich man's pockets.  Priya was getting late for her class and she could sense the desperation of the rich man to reach somewhere urgently as the poor man was ready to pay any cost her mother demanded. Her mother demeaned and defamed the man in front of one and all present in the vicinity and the man with a big car, literally pulling his hair out his head drove off without paying a penny back to them. She felt sorry for the man and for her; her day's wages were going to be deducted again for late comings. It has been a while that she had been to her class on time. She wondered where this man had to go so urgently. A meeting perhaps, huge money would be on stake, she mocked.

She had her own problems to worry about that day; she wondered what the day had in store for her. She went towards her class hurriedly as soon as she reached her workplace and braced herself for another hopeless day!


To be continued. 

Spree. 


P.S Feel free to comment. Like/ Dislike. 


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