my first short story, part 1.

MY FIRST EVER SHORT STORY

POORNIMA – ILLUSION OF REALITY


part 1

I was happy with the life I was living. I had amazing parents and a good loving sister. My dad worked in southern railways, my mom a housewife. I belong to the normal middle class household, who live a normal life yet has dreams deeper than the ocean.
I was the only kid in my home, till about three years of my age, after which my sis shakthi came into my life. Though she reduced the attention I got from my parents b I loved her, adored her. She was talkative, intelligent, witty, sometimes sarcastic, but always happy. Doing things she wanted to do. Never did she care about our parents that much, though it did not seem evident. But one day, it did seem clear to me that she was very selfish.
I don’t remember when it all started. I have a vague remembrance of poongodi s marriage in the village of nemmeli; a few kilometers from thanjavur.we had great fun. I had dressed poongodi up,i was very good at these things. and me n shakthi had a great time there.
There I noticed a guy in yellow shirt. I was wondering which category of guys he would fit into?
Oh, I did forget to tell u guys about how I categorized guys. I put any guy under 1 category of the four I had devised.
Category 1:
FLIRTS.
They always did what they wanted to do. No matter how it hurt the other person. Yet they always have this urge of keeping people around them happy. They don’t realize they want to keep themselves happy. Hypocrictic, because they cant be straight forward.
Category 2
Goodies
I realized karthik (the yellow shirt) belonged to this category. He liked to do what he wanted; yet he was sensitive, loving and caring.
Impatient, restless and charming, any girls dream.
Category 3
Introverts.
The life of these guys are books and machines. They love girls, yet cant accept. They criticize girls n pretend to ignore them. But they can get mad about some girl, that they would do anything for them.
Category 4
Passive
These people have no great ambitions or hope. They just live life, accepting what ever comes their way. They don’t strive for any of their desires; jus follow the path life leads them. And the first girl who proposes to them gets lucky! Rather say, unlucky?

I loved the sound of trains outside my house. Every morning the train sound woke us up. Most of our lives were spent in this train sound. We lived in tambaram, so shakthi and me had to take a train. She studied in madras medical college, one of the prestigious medical colleges in chennai. I worked in a bank. I helped in paying her college fees, which was rather a ransom amount.

I saw karthik again; he was in a train in the opposite track. Before I could open the topic about him. Shakthi started to speak about him. I came to know they had a brief encounter in the marriage of poongodi. She said he was a very arrogant guy, I did not feel so. I knew she was lying. Shakthi was very bad at it. I realized she was in love. Wow, is love this lovely? It made shakthi an altogether different person. She was even more fun to be with, but now her talks were more about karthik, though denying the fact she liked him.

I still can’t forget the day where he proposed virtually to her. Trying to indirectly imply the fact how madly he was in love with her, he looked funny. I could see the excitement in her face when he pronounced her name. How shakthi? How could u ever hide it from me that u were madly in love with karthik?

It was the month of October, but it still seemed to be cold. I loved the climate when I woke up. But now shakthi urged me to get ready n wear a saree. She was also begging me n asking if she could wear the violet saree of mine. Man, I sure am magnanimous. I loved that saree, and never on any occasion have I lent it to anyone. But how could I deny my sweet sis, I had been with her since young age and knew from the way she was pleading how badly she needed it. But why in hell should she wear saree, I wondered? Anyways I loved wearing saree. So I chose my next best favorite, pink one. I had dressed up myself. I thought I looked better than shakthi on all aspects. I was taller, fairer, had a better figure.

But my inner self was more interesting than my exterior. I was funny and intelligent. I was soft and playful. My parent loved me since I always put on an act as if I was very responsible and all. But from within I was always doing what I wanted to.

I was never against the concept of love like shakthi; I was not desperate to fall in love too. But there were some around 5 guys who proposed to me, but none interested me. People I was interested in were not interested in me. Anyways, I have always felt I never came across anybody who impressed me so much.

I liked karthik, and thought he was in all ways the best match for my sis. I always encouraged her to love karthik, by constantly reminding how vivek would marry shakthi n how miserable her life might become.
Oh, I forgot to tell u guys about vivek, he is our cousin. He adores shakthi like crazy. He couldn’t speak properly, a stammerer. But the worst part was our aunt. When she came home, she never stopped talking, constantly giving me a headache where she went. My face muscles also ached because I had to put on that constant smile on my face.