my first ever real short story

warning : all the characters in this story are fictitious and any resemblance to a character living or dead is purely coincidential


My first ever original short story

Fleeting realities

Saravathy is all that anyone can imagine. There is not an adjective, which does not describe her. In a sentence she may be described as “good and bad”. Of course all of us are different at many different points and situations in life. But among people I have seen, I have seen all kinds of extreme behavior in her. She herself cannot figure out why she is like that; maybe I will use the word “impulsive” to describe her.
She woke up with a start when the alarm bell rang.”Oh my gosh” late again? It took her a minute to realize it was a Sunday. She fell back on the bed. She had a beautiful dream. There were green trees all around. It was a hilltop, where they all (her friends, mom, dad and her sister) were standing. There was a stage in the middle of the beautiful place, with a river flowing aside. She received a standing ovation; she did not know for what, she did not want to know also. She was enjoying the scene. Her mom and dad were standing as proud parents. Suddenly the scene changed, she was standing in the bus stop, and bored to go to college. She heard her mom calling out; she realized it was a dream. She saw the time, 9 o clock. She was happy that she had slept long enough. She got up to see her mother. Again she got reminded of the kangaroo. Saravathy had this weird habit of relating every human being she met to an animal.
Mom: kangaroo. She was so perfect as a mother. Caring, protective.
Dad: tiger.aggressive, majestic.
Sis: peacock, beautiful and attracting attention all the time.
She could never think of any animal to relate to her.
Her electronics professor, Mrs. jersey was the perfect monkey she had ever seen.
Her class representative manoj was the perfect elephant.

She had her coffee and dosas. They tasted extra delicious on Sundays. Her mobile rang suddenly. Her mom shouted” why don’t you switch off your mobile at least when you eat. All the time you are with it.”
She saw the number. It was Namratha.they weren’t good friends, infact she had had a couple of fights with her. Well! Don’t take about fights with Sara. She can even fight with the most peace loving person.
“Hi, nammy. Tell me, whats up?”
“Hi Sara. I have great news for you.”
“Really? Tell me.”

“The presentation you had submitted to our HOD, about the “power of minority carriers”, remember? He rejected it?”
Now, why the hell is she reminding me of those things? Sara thought.
“I remember. Tell Me,” she said bitterly.
“Hod had sent it to Switzerland for a worldwide electronics presentation competition. Would you believe yours was selected for it?”
“What?” said Sara? She immediately looked at the calendar to check if it was April 1. It was not. Then she thought that Namrita was playing a joke on her. That stupid idiotic ass, she thought.
But namrita did not hate her that much. Otherwise why would she tell such great news to her?
“Oh. How nice of HOD. I just cant believe he has done this.” Sara was happy, as hell. She could not believe what was happening to her.
“He just met me on my way to the market this morning. I hope you know he lives near my house. He was asking for your phone number. You know right I always forget my mobile; I did not have it with me that time. So I told him I would ask you to call him.”
Sara was too excited. “ Ok nammy, thanks a lot. Can I talk to you later? I want to call him and ask further details”
“Sure Sara, good luck. “
Sara immediately went inside and got her diary and dialed HOD ‘s number.
“Hello”, it was a familiar voice. HOD was speaking. Anyways she did not want to take risk. Last time mistakenly she had talked to his brother thinking it was him.
“ Could I speak to Dr.Rangachar please?”
“Speaking.”
“Sir, this is Saravathy here. Namratha just spoke to me. It seems my project has been selected.”
“ Yes, saravathy. Congratulations. Your flight ticket has also been sent. I had known your passport number and all. But I was not sure if your project would get selected. Thought, why not give it a try. But your hard work has seemed to bring result. Good luck.”
“Thank you sir. So nice of you.”
“ You will have to leave tomorrow morning. So get prepared.”
“ Sure sir, I will come to your house in some time.”
Sara kept the phone and got up very excited. She had to take deep breaths in between to go on with her narration to mom and dad. They were very happy too. They knew how much this meant for her.
She met the HOD and came back and started packing in full swing. She had to decide on her dress, her look, the files and all, which she should carry. The books she had referred, the websites, which she had read through before creating her project. She had to create another abstract because the application form demanded an abstract, which was so different than that the one she had prepared. She was full of activity, not a sign of tiredness.
She did not realize how soon it became night.. She was going to travel all alone so long and she was going to see Switzerland. She would make sure to have a great tour of that place. She also wanted to see France. She hoped at least to see the borders.
The scene shifted to the airport. All sad to part with Sara, yet proud and happy.
Suddenly she heard” Sara, Sara. Get up. Its ten o clock.”
Sara got up. Oh my god. Another dream? Cha.. She had slept off after 9 o clock again and the entire thing was just a dream.
She could not digest it. Why god? What was wrong with my project? The entire of Sunday passed in a gloom for Sara. “ Why does it always happen to me, god?” She kept on asking herself.
The next day, Sara got up and went to college. She really had no mood to go. After all could dream have so much impact on us? Why should we have dreams? And that too dreams, which I am sure, will never happen for real. Sara could not digest the thought that they had HOD ‘S hour that day. She just did not want to see him again.
She got down from the bus and closed the harry potter book she had been reading in the bus for the nth time without a little of concentration and started walking towards class.
“Saravathy!” some similar voice called out. It was HOD. Shit! She thought. Not early in the morning. Sure it would be about the test. Damn! Why did I not study? He is gonna ask me to re write the test. She thought
“ Good morning, sir”
“The paper you had done about minority carriers, I had a close look” when the hell is he going to stop criticizing my work? She thought.
“I had a close look. Not bad. Showed it to my brother in US. He has sent it over for the conference in Switzerland”. What? Am I dreaming again? Oh god. Not again…
“Sir”, she said. Not sure of what to say next.
“The seminar is scheduled for next week. So give me your phone number. And yes, also your passport number.”Sara wanted to pinch herself now. Is this what Kabir das was talking in his poem? Sukh ke bhad dhuk aur dukh ke bhad sukh? She gave him all the details he wanted and thanked him.
She entered the microwave class all excited, five minutes late. Susila was staring at her, laughing that she was late again.Mrs.Mekala was very kind to let the latecomer in.
Sara was all excited and narrated everything starting from the dream. They both had a giggle.
“Sara, what is going on? You come late and still disturb others? Listen to the class.”
“Sorry ma’am.”
She said and got back to the boring classes. Indeed it confirmed kabir das poem.