A SEQUEL OF ROMANCE

CHAPTER-1

part 1

A THIRST

Hi it’s me, Tiara. A commoner like you, struggling in the land of dreams where practicality is the greatest enemy to fight. I thought of sharing my bits and pieces of struggle to encourage every youth in this irony of adolescence

Let’s start from my childhood because my infancy I can’t remember. I was a simple girl like others who was in search of new things, ready to explore the world engraving lots of curiosity. Now to write about my childhood I need to introduce my mom who was the most vivid memory in my past. My mom is an amazing person which I realized now but in my childhood she was like a frowning fairy. Her ways were a bit different to me. It used to hurt me and astound me because at that point I did not understand her ways of judging life. Normally that requires enough psychological maturity which was not there in me. My mom’s ways were to guide with her wish not by my ways. Mom thinks bringing the values in life where thrashing plays the weaponry. Hence I have suffered from certain trauma, both physical and mental.

Most frequent thought hovered in my mind is what made mom so unhappy? What can be done to make her happy as she is still my favorite as usual. Her anger and unhappiness was a zone of disappointment and pain for me. I kept on wondering and my urge to become whatever mom wants me to keep on expanding. I had many friends for my child’s play. But one day soon they stopped being my mates. Still I remember the day when I went to the playground and everyone refused to play with me. I cried but things changed for me without my knowledge. I was afraid to say. The only friends were the expanded blue sky, shady trees, vast greenery and my mom in that rural place where I was leaving.

Suddenly like a thunderstorm one day I met my new friend Adrian when I was five years old. May be he was seven! There started my endless joy of fly. But I never expected that my fly will stop the way it stopped.............

TO BE CONTINUED.