Author's Note:
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Now for the latest instalment....
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One evening, while waiting for our order at the neighbourhood hawker stall, she broke the silence by asking in a quiet voice, “Dilip, how much Money do you have in your bank?”
“Very little. Just the month’s pay that came in today…Why?”
“Never mind,” she looked away, her eyes were glazed.
“Tell me, dear…if you need money, we can get a loan…”
“I am a failure…a complete failure…married to a failure,” she sobbed. It was the first time I saw her like this. She looked suddenly so vulnerable.
I patted her arm trying to console her, “Come on, Nisha. Don’t say that…don’t make a scene.” Luckily the place was largely deserted.
“Whatever I do is a disaster…whatever…I just want to get out of this shit-hole we’re in…But the more I try, the deeper I am falling in.”
“Come on, Nisha…It’s not so bad…try to be happy with what you have…”
“What do I have? Nothing…I am living among people who get drunk and piss in the lift, puke in the corridor. Among fish vendors and toilet cleaners. Among depressingly old folk…”
“We’ll move up slowly. But steadily. Be contented, dear. We’re still young…” I reached and squeezed her hand gently.
“No, I will not,” she said, brushing my hand aside and wiping her tears. Determination flashing in them. “I will not be contented…I will rise up…I will realise my dreams…with or without you.”
“Fine,” I said backing off.
For reading the first chapter, you may download it in Acrobat PDF format from here (Click here!)
If you like my Writing, please help me popularise my blog--please recommend it to your friends.
If you happen to be a literary agent/publisher (or someone who can help me get my book published) and feel my writing has potential, I would be forever grateful if you could contact me through my website www.harismind.com
Now for the latest instalment....
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One evening, while waiting for our order at the neighbourhood hawker stall, she broke the silence by asking in a quiet voice, “Dilip, how much Money do you have in your bank?”
“Very little. Just the month’s pay that came in today…Why?”
“Never mind,” she looked away, her eyes were glazed.
“Tell me, dear…if you need money, we can get a loan…”
“I am a failure…a complete failure…married to a failure,” she sobbed. It was the first time I saw her like this. She looked suddenly so vulnerable.
I patted her arm trying to console her, “Come on, Nisha. Don’t say that…don’t make a scene.” Luckily the place was largely deserted.
“Whatever I do is a disaster…whatever…I just want to get out of this shit-hole we’re in…But the more I try, the deeper I am falling in.”
“Come on, Nisha…It’s not so bad…try to be happy with what you have…”
“What do I have? Nothing…I am living among people who get drunk and piss in the lift, puke in the corridor. Among fish vendors and toilet cleaners. Among depressingly old folk…”
“We’ll move up slowly. But steadily. Be contented, dear. We’re still young…” I reached and squeezed her hand gently.
“No, I will not,” she said, brushing my hand aside and wiping her tears. Determination flashing in them. “I will not be contented…I will rise up…I will realise my dreams…with or without you.”
“Fine,” I said backing off.
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(To be continued...)
