Hi friends, I decided to write this OS but it didn't turn out the way I wanted it to be so I scraped it. But the issue in the OS is close to my heart that, I decided to post it anyways. So go ahead and read and do leave your views.
Life As We Know It
I was pacing around apprehensively, in between stealing glances at the laptop placed on the wooden floor adjacent to the wall'to-wall mirror in the rehearsal Hall of St. Louis College.
So many memories associated with this place most of them would remind me of Sharon, well off course along dance, it being the sole reason we would gather here.
The past three years of my life have been eventful, my journey from a, nobody to ACS of the college and then the highlight being, winning the footloose championship three years in a row.
Dance has always been my passion, my love, but the very thought of me having to leave all this behind to pursue higher studies in Harvard Business School shattered my heart. Sometimes I thought would it have been any different if I were not a "Shikhawat" the only son of "Vijay Shikhawat", the Business tycoon in India.
My life has always been predetermined for me, the school I would go to, the college and even the very project, I would work for under my dad once back after my study overseas.
Never before have I questioned him, didn't have a strong reason to, I would say. But this time, my pursuit was at stake, dance was clear an indication, something that I wanted to do in my life, which I knew I am good at.
Along with dance if there is something, I knew I was certain about in my life its "Sharon", then Diva and now Angel, of my life. I loved her since the very first meeting, she loathed me, I tried being close to her she, avoided me.
I for once thought I had failed in proving my love to her, she thought she'd lost me, which led to her realization. All those times when we hardly found words to explain what we felt for each other, dance was the only medium we had no trouble in expressing ourselves. We would dance so in sync and our bodies would sway to the rhythm of music. Our eyes and the dance movements did the talking for us, which our words failed to.
If she was the queen of Hip Hop, I ruled the contemporary and traditional dance forms. We complimented each other on the dance floor and our passion for dance was evident in all our performances.
Its dance that brought us together, the love we share for each other is just as much as the love we have for dance.
Just then I heard the footsteps coming in towards the rehearsal hall, I saw her beautiful face, which gave me all the strength in the world.
"Hey Swayam" She said while giving me an assuring hug along her beautiful smile.
It's Sharon who had encouraged me to write an e-mail, to my dad as he was overseas and a busy man for even me to get hold of on phone.
A part of me regretted that, as I knew it would break the dreams he'd seen for me over the years.My conscience wanted me to hold back but I did otherwise.
Dear Dad,
I know you are a busy man and everything you do is for us to have a better life.
All my life I have been following your footsteps and never for once have I regretted your choices for me.
But today my dreams are questioning my morality. I have been accepted to New York dance academy on a full scholarship and want to take my passion for dance to the next level.
I know how much you wanted me to graduate from Harvard, just as you, but that's not how I envision my life.
I would never in life take a decision that doesn't have your approval, but I want you to consider my passion for dance for once before you make any decision.
Your loving Son,
Swayam
I felt Sharon's hand on my shoulder, with a light squeeze, she said, "it's going to be alright, you know that right"
I mentally prayed wishing she, was right.
"Close your eyes", She said.
I did just that, and in no time felt her soft warm lips on each my closed eyelids, just below the brow bone, her kiss was as special as she was, but this was more comforting, then she kissed my forehead and took my hand in to hers.
We walked out of the room hand in hand anticipating a bright future together, and dance leading our way to glory.
If there was anything I was certain about, it was her hand in mine through eternity.
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I took a friendly advice from a friend and decided to stop the OS at the given point. I want you readers to ponder on what would have happened next. Along with your comments please do leave your views on "Should parents/guardians dictate their children's Career".
I am sorry it had less to none SwaRon, but I promise a complete SwaRon OS is on your way pretty soon.
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