The Idea:
ndnote: This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run with inputs from Yashodhara Lal and HarperCollins India.
This is Vaishali's story. It begins with her journey of
romance with life. Life gave her everything on a platter. I
invite you to be her guest and walk through the meandering trail of her
stream of consciousness and relate to her narrative, if you too are a woman
and a dreamer. What does a woman want in a man? Would she be happy if she
gets one? This is about the romance which bloomed during the pre-internet and Facebook days. When long distance relationships also
worked. When Rudre's just a glance weakened her knees and created a storm
in her chest. Why she worshiped Rudre whose only reality was his palette and brush and his career as a painter? His charisma was intoxicating, which had a firm foundation of honesty.
And then there is a third corner of the triangle, Dhruv...
What Makes This Story ‘Real’?
Next
morning, she was at the railway station with the team manager and the other
girls.
She saw Rudre coming towards her. She was not exactly waiting for him but
was delighted to see him. They talked for a while till it was time to
part. They
exchanged phone numbers and addresses. “Only to my pen-friends”, she had
told when he asked her, “Do you write letters?”
She
knew that he would make a wonderful friend. He too felt something
similar. Looking outside the train window she laughed at herself, wondering how she could even like someone who wore a gold chain around his neck and was barely
taller than her. Jewelry was a feminine thing and boys had to be tall like her
brothers.
ndnote: This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run with inputs from Yashodhara Lal and HarperCollins India.
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