It has been a while since I wrote a fiction series in parts, and the topics at the BarAThon challenge felt perfect to try and do one. The words seem to flow better now, and this is the second part of this seven part fiction, for the Day 2 topic, “What You Don’t Know.”
Index of Posts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7
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“Once upon a time…” she wrote, and then scratched it out. This wasn’t a fairy tale.
It’s strange that I should be named as I am. My memory is strong and though I wish to, I’m not able to forget some things. What you know about me is but the tip of the iceberg. What you don’t know could fill a book. I know not where to begin, and if I begin, I know not where it will end. But, I have to begin somewhere, so I think I’ll begin at the time something ended.
Smriti took a steadying breath, and let herself be lost in the memory again.
It had been a bittersweet day when the four years of my engineering life finally came to an end. The last exam had been written. The convocation ceremony had concluded, and I was given the degree certificate showing I had passed with distinction. I remember standing outside the department notice board with my best friend, posing for pictures with big smiles on both our faces. The best days of our lives had been spent in those halls, with each other, cheering each other and boosting each other up when the chips were down. We were twenty two years old, both placed in the same MNC, both eager to join and put the best foot forward in a career we knew we deserved.
“The talk will soon turn to you-know-what,” he told me, laughing.
“Shut up,” I had replied, faking anger. His laughter was infectious though. I couldn’t keep up the pretense for long, and had joined his laughter, giving him a friendly punch on the arm.
“Let’s not think of anything other than our first day together in training.”
Holding his hand, I had led him toward the canteen. “We won’t get a chance again to have Mani’s delicious dahi vadas. Let’s go have some now.”
As we had entered the canteen, we saw our parents there. They had been acquainted for an hour perhaps, but they were talking as if they were best friends, just like the two of us. As we sat down, Mani, the canteen cook, had hurried toward us with two plates of his famous dahi vadas.
“I miss two you naale,” he told us in broken English and Kannada mixed together. We didn’t know what to say. Even our teachers hadn’t told tthat they’ll miss us.
“And we shall miss you and your vadas, Mani,” we told him in Kannada, so he’d know what we were saying.
We could overhear our parents talking.
“Next will be her marriage, of course,” my mother was saying. “We have started to look for prospective grooms already. She is our responsibility after all. Maybe later this year, we will finalize a boy. Marriage will be in our home town. But you will come?”
I couldn’t believe it. When I turned to him, he shrugged, as if to say, “Told you so.”
How life would change so quickly.
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The grandfather clock’s announcement of the time brought Smriti back to reality. She had written for an hour, and she could see the marks where she had scratched away and rewritten what she wanted to. Strangely, she felt like a burden had lifted from her shoulders. She kept the notebook under her pillow, and looked at the bedside table. Three photos were there. The first one was their marriage photo, and the second, a recent photo of her son. The third was one of her best friend.
And Smriti knew there was much left to be written tomorrow…
Index of Posts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 2nd August 2016)
Wow.. interesting story Vinay. I read first part after reading this. Looking forward to read this 1 week story ☺
I am too, actually. 🙂 I don’t know where it’s headed, Ramya, so it’s as much a journey for me as it is for the reader! 😀 Glad you liked it.
I am curious now! Is it going where I’m thinking it will??
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I don’t know. I’m not thinking of where it’s going. 😀 making it up as I go, Nibhz. 🙂
And it gets more interesting. It is always that way, parents usually make decisions for us way before we make them ourselves. I wonder what happened? Was it that she could not stand up to her parents or was it something else.
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I agree. Parents do usually make that decision for us, Jb. I wonder what happened too. 🙂 As you know, I rarely do a prior thought out series. 😀
Hmmm…gives me some idea of where it’s heading. But I’m sure your mind will have different plans for Smriti. 🙂
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My mind is blank, for obvious reasons, Rex. 🙂 I’ll see what happens at midnight. 😀
Curiosity is increasing with every part.
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Mine as well, upasna. 😀 Hehe!
Now I want to know what is going to happen next. An interesting story!
Honestly, even I want to know as well, Reema.
The moment her education is completed, a girl has to marry. Enthoru kashttama.
I hope Smriti didn’t have to compromise anywhere
I hope so too, but given how the day has gone, I’ve not had time to think about Smriti,
BhavyaIshi. 🙂 So I don’t know what’s next!You called me Bhavya!!
Oops. Njan ath shraddhichilla tto. I was distracted with the recovery of blog posts. 🙂 Taken back, and corrected to Ishi, Ishi. 😀
Something tells me you are making this up as you go, but something else also tells me that you have known how it is going to end all along. I am torn between asking you to post all of them together and waiting with eager anticipation for the next five days! 🙂
Of course. I’ve not thought of what lies ahead, Dhivya. 🙂 I don’t yet know how it is going to end. Absolutely sure of that. Maybe an inkling, that’s all I have.
Intriguing second part..I’m loving this tale, you’re narrating.. 🙂
Thanks, Saumy. Glad that you are intrigued! 🙂
There is so much inside of her that’s bursting to be let out.. writing indeed is a means of expression. Can’t wait to see what unravels next 🙂
Go read then. 🙂 It’s unraveled in Part 3 further, Sanaa.
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And suddenly I miss my bestfriend from college. 🙁
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Get back in touch with that best friend soon then, SSJ. 🙂
Like the way this is going. Off to part 3.
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Happy reading. Glad you like the way it’s headed, Tulika.