Unfolding stories

 I know I am late to share my experience but trust me when I say that because I am really bad at expressing my emotions then and there. I take time in processing my real feelings and then come up with it. So here I am sharing this little tale which shook India in the year 2020 perhaps which is playing its lead role with another strain even now for over an year. It was the time when I reluctantly came out from hostel deciding to live alone as a paying guest. I don’t know if I was regretting the decision of coming out of hostel. It felt as if a pet bird flew out her cage to make her own living. Certainly my life was more like a pilgrimage without any electronics except my mobile to reach people. On March 22 nd 2020 India's Prime Minister announced the largest self imposed curfew. Although only people who were stuck and infected or lost their dear one’s with this virus can write and tell stories furthermore. When Narendra Modi sir was going live he said “jaha ho vahi raho...

CHAPTER 1. THE THERAPIST It was mid-day and I finally decided to see a therapist. My legs were shaking seeing this four storey building.   But my mind questioned all the way upstairs ‘Do you really need a therapist?’ Do you really need help or its just because of others?’ The more I questioned and the sooner; ‘3 rd floor’ lift answered me. Grey door right Infront of me just reflecting my feeling of grim on my face.   It was past 12:00 P.M. and I receive a text; ‘your appointment with Mrs. Anukhya Gopal Krishnan Psy.D, M.S. is scheduled at 12:30 P.M. kindly make your presence possibly before 15 mins.’ What now? I have to wait for 15 long minutes? As I opened the door, the receptionist asked my details and made me sit on cushion where my knees were up to the level of my chest. ‘What horrific the seating is here; you make the patients sit in a bucket?’ I angrily responded to her when she calmy said ‘please make yourself comfortable, the doctor will see you in a bit’. ...

 consistency Consistency is something which you might feel is easy. Oh yes! it only rhymes but it isn't so.  Which is how you start very enthusiastically assuming it to be your passion. How you pour everything of yours into it trying to make it yours completely. When the time passes on and beyond that limiting yourself and get preoccupied.  Where you feel your purpose of life just got deviated and in no time;  a little bit of appreciation can bring your consistency back!!  

LOVE AND SELF RESPECT; More than thousands of students in a 10 acre engineering campus with four separate buildings, different courts for different games, with a huge library that could be accessed by any student or staff. Among those thousands a fresher was Shashank who got admission in this CDE engineering college through sports category. He was a national level cricket player. Though he was bad at studies but his playing skills bought him a good college to just get a degree. He never wanted to study further because all he aspired was to become a cricketer but his family never supported him. Shashank's father was Delhi branch manager in BSNL, so insisted him to take ECE branch. In the begininng he started enjoying with friends, playing for college tournaments, going for late night parties just like any other guy. Although he never thought a girl could change his life.  Things changed after he saw a girl; who was trying to play cricket with her friends in the field.  Her ende...

ANGER AND REALIZATION;  I would wake up early in the morning around 4:00 am, sit in the corner, clinging to things that happened, diverting my mind and taking a book to read, shift to exercise, turn the radio on and  turn it off. Rush to the bathroom to brush my teeth, down to kitchen make myself tea, make breakfast. Anything, anything to get away from that situation,... from what? I don't know what, but I knew I was escaping.  Life was so easy back then; I would get up late, call for my mother for coffee. Serving the breakfast right in my hands and taunt her for seasons that would go less for me. 'Ma, why do you put so less salt in kichidi, it doesn't taste good at all.' And for once 'Ma its too much salt in it, too much salty. You alone have this, I am going out for lunch with friends.' But my mom being so nice all the time would never say a word to me. She would always reply politely in soft and low voice: 'Beta please adjust for once.' And now when I...

 ADOPTION AND DONATION;  It was the year 2018,  Introducing myself, Anupama in Orissa,  I didn't give up on my dreams and my talent. They were my best friends. I continued my dance classes and living my life back in the same small apartment with some cash left in my hand and salary that I was getting paid for.  Sitting with my diary in hand I am taken aback reading the goals and the promises that I made to myself.  Was it all my decisions fault, which lead me to take another path that has changed my life totally. I was standing in line with other girls with same kind of feeling probably thinking to get adopted today. Line extended, months passed,years passed.  I was fed up standing in the line, waiting and hoping that  "today is the day that is going to happen".   It was because very few couples came to adopt the girls and they were very choosy in doing it. My fellow girls got their t...