Forbidden Memories
(Part - 1)
I got the Inspiration for this story from what I have seen around..... it's a fiction, it's a reality and it's about Irony of life...........N It's about Kshitij
This is a story of a 21 years old small town boy Kshitij, if women dream is to have a boy with 3 qualities - Tall, Dark & Handsome. Then definitely he posses one quality of being Dark. He was a normal heighted boy average in looks. He didn't had any thing which could make any girl turn her head for another look. But he was special in his own way. He was special in his words. He was different in his thoughts. And that is some thing which always made him center of attraction. Infact, many people use to dislike him for this, as he was popular figure among girls.
His friend were not able to make out why do girls like him inspite of him having such an average looks.
To all his friends Kshitij was full of life,an exuberent being, always having broad smile on his face, singing, dancing and spreading happiness all around. He never tried to hurt anybody to the best he can.
But deep inside, Kshitij was very different from what people thought of him. Being from a broken family, grown up watching his parents fighting for nothing (nothing because he could never justify any of the reasons worth fighting), it was a mere mutual decision of giving their only son Kshitij a bright future,that kept them together. Other than Surname and a son, they had nothing in common. His everyday counter watching his parents fighting and cursing each other on his name made him weak inside. He starting hating himself, blaming himself for all happenings. Weeping whole night till he fall asleep was his routine (May be that's why his pillow was always wet but ironically, nobody ever noticed it). But no body could ever notice tears hidden deep inside his eyes which were very much visible if any body would have delved deep but time have thought him to smile, to laugh, to look happy and to ACT. As was said - "World is a stage and we all are performer, born to act.", if we consider this true then definitely Kshitij was a Genius, a true performer.
The day started as usual morning alarm wake him up, but no, today he was feeling different then any other day. There was nothing special today but after a decade he could feel that his smile was not fake, and definitely this time he was not acting but he was genuinly feeling excited. Today he took more then usual to take bath and wore his favourite shirt. After starring and praising himself for mintues in front of mirror as decides to wear his pant.
"Oh God! What happen to my belt, how will I wear the pant today" Kshitij yelled looking at his broken belts buckle and again cursing his fate for this.
"Kshitij, Come down quickly have a breakfast, else you will get late for college" His mother shouts.
Feeling low as he reaches a dinning table, sitting there his eyes constantly starring at his loose pant and trying to put it on it's place, he notices one box wrapped in a glittering silver paper and to his utmost surpise it was his name on the box.
In excitement as he opens the box, what he saw just shocked him and he was not able to utter a single word. A tiny drop of tear struggling to fall down was clearly visible on his eye lid.......(To be Continued)
To all his friends Kshitij was full of life,an exuberent being, always having broad smile on his face, singing, dancing and spreading happiness all around. He never tried to hurt anybody to the best he can.
But deep inside, Kshitij was very different from what people thought of him. Being from a broken family, grown up watching his parents fighting for nothing (nothing because he could never justify any of the reasons worth fighting), it was a mere mutual decision of giving their only son Kshitij a bright future,that kept them together. Other than Surname and a son, they had nothing in common. His everyday counter watching his parents fighting and cursing each other on his name made him weak inside. He starting hating himself, blaming himself for all happenings. Weeping whole night till he fall asleep was his routine (May be that's why his pillow was always wet but ironically, nobody ever noticed it). But no body could ever notice tears hidden deep inside his eyes which were very much visible if any body would have delved deep but time have thought him to smile, to laugh, to look happy and to ACT. As was said - "World is a stage and we all are performer, born to act.", if we consider this true then definitely Kshitij was a Genius, a true performer.
The day started as usual morning alarm wake him up, but no, today he was feeling different then any other day. There was nothing special today but after a decade he could feel that his smile was not fake, and definitely this time he was not acting but he was genuinly feeling excited. Today he took more then usual to take bath and wore his favourite shirt. After starring and praising himself for mintues in front of mirror as decides to wear his pant.
"Oh God! What happen to my belt, how will I wear the pant today" Kshitij yelled looking at his broken belts buckle and again cursing his fate for this.
"Kshitij, Come down quickly have a breakfast, else you will get late for college" His mother shouts.
Feeling low as he reaches a dinning table, sitting there his eyes constantly starring at his loose pant and trying to put it on it's place, he notices one box wrapped in a glittering silver paper and to his utmost surpise it was his name on the box.
In excitement as he opens the box, what he saw just shocked him and he was not able to utter a single word. A tiny drop of tear struggling to fall down was clearly visible on his eye lid.......(To be Continued)
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