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Hola Amigos! =] My name is Kankshita and I'd like to participate here. Its my usual, I am not very sure about the story but certainly, this is the first time I have written something like this. I request all of you to please read through and leave a candid feedback. And then, I'd appreciate it if you vote for me that is, hit Like of this post if you find it worth. Please ignore the errors, whatsoever. Embarrassed

Here's wishing all of you a very happy new year. Thank you. Big smile


Malini Shah became Malini Chandok as a twenty-one-year old. Married in a Punjabi household, the newly wed had to face her share of problems, had to make her share of adjustments. Back home, which was no longer 'her own' she, was taught how adjustment was part of a female's life and through out the course of her life, she's liable to any form of change, of any drastic degree. Ordinary!


She married a man whom she was first made to serve and his family tea and showcase her talents. She knew she had to do it; it did not hurt her ego. The very fact that the twenty-four year old tall and hefty figure had welcoming eyes soothed her even more. While the boy's parents questioned her, she multitasked for at the back of her mind, she calculated the pros and cons of marrying him. Not that any of her decisions made a difference.


She was told she was to be married off the coming month. All she did was to suspend her eyelids and help them cover her hazel eyes. She recapitulated the lessons her grandfather had left her. She recollected the meeting wherein her definite mother-in-law-to-be liked how nave and simple she was. And if at all she was to have it through happily, she had to reflect on the feeling that had arose when she looked into the man's eyes she was to marry from the corner of her own.


She remembered, they were given about five minutes to have a word with each other. They walked parallel to each other, very well knowing that indeed, their paths were to be met and entwined for a lifetime. She knew how to cook. Check. She could sew and knew all household chores. Check. He adored the very fact that she had a very scanty knowledge of the outside world. Check ' he knew he was marrying her. His eyes were a most welcoming pair she'd seen, and what he had in mind reflected very evidently out. Hence, they'd known that they were going to have it this way. The ordinary way!


Right after the wedding rituals, she was struck for the first time with the horrid truth of not having to live with her family anymore. And the 'ordinary' dj vu hit again, her tears rolled down her make-up loaded cheeks and fell somewhere on her collarbone. She couldn't help but notice; her husband was close to crying too. The reason could have been any, but his most welcoming pair of eyes made a gesture of assurance. That he was all she needed, that he knew how she felt. On their way to her new and 'only' home, the newly wed fell in love.


A couple of years passed with the blink of an eye. A new one was welcomed with opened arms and watery eyes by the entire household, their son. There really wasn't any stopping. While they battled their respective turmoil, the relationship only managed to strengthen more. And with the coming of another member in the family, the relationship flourished and felt complete. They were content.


It was her thirtieth birthday. She lay in bed with her two sons next to her. They were deep in slumber and their faces seemed like her two personal moons. They twisted and turned, they slightly opened their eyes to their mother at about the same time and smiled at her before being totally sleep-ridden. The glow on their mother's face was that of complacency. The very sight of her children forced her into flashback and painted so vivid a picture of her journey with the man who'd contributed his share well in bringing up the children and fulfilling his family's needs, her husband.


That night, she was stricken with knowledge of something she wished she never should have. 'Amay Chandok', it had embellished on the front page. She flicked through the pages and never realized when an envelope fell off from somewhere from the middle of the diary. She picked it up on seeing it half-torn. She read through it, she never really understood those medicinal terms well but she'd a certain idea of her man having diabetes.



She'd managed through the tantrums of her mother-in-law, mopped her 'own' house like a mere maid and prepared food for five dozen people everyday for nine years. But it happened because her man loved her, he had his hands tied but he was there to support her. She'd obviously had her hope flickering, because even the idea of minding herself without him and raising the kids gave her hundred nightmares, altogether.


Time flew off, the kids were growing ' the caterpillars were out the larva, enthused in order to have wings that fluttered. And their father grew weaker. It wasn't the petty diabetic problem he had, but it was figuratively followed by more than just that. His right arm was paralyzed. The family was unbelievably high with hopes and optimism. Every traumatic situation only brought them closer. The nave mother had to hold her family together, had to see to it that everybody was woven together in the garland. Even one's absence would have broken the entire pattern, she was being selfish ' very selfish a creator.


In times of a situation she couldn't handle, she reminded herself how ordinary she was. And how apt she was to make mistakes and adjust eventually and lastly, how vulnerable she was. It was her moral responsibility to be a friend to her man, a guide to her children and like the backbone of the entire family. She was a woman, and she had jobs to accomplish ' like any ordinary woman. When she realized her kids had grown out of their childhood before they should have, she did the needful. She let them spread their wings and go their own ways.


She'd to blame herself for their loss but the kids were too much a support that it never felt like any circumstance or any of her teaching had made them who they were. The exterior of the family was that of one, finely perfect. The interior had a different story to tell, an ordinary story to tell ' each one of the four battled everyday, for themselves and for one another. They celebrated every moment of life and cherished their togetherness. But time had really come, the butterflies were leaving.


After the transformation of her boys to men, she had them going. They had their goals set and she was all support. Her man needed a patient listener to discuss work issues and over family conflicts and she was all ears. But even at forty-two, the woman had not the slightest of an idea of what she wanted. She wanted them, certainly but life had never given her a chance to grow out of the twenty-one year old who was married off with the teachings of her conservative family. She'd had her own dreams, her passion to achieve the unknown goal dead.


That could have mattered more, if he hadn't known. Amay's most urgent wish of all was to see his wife delivering a speech on the podium on receiving the 'Indian of the year' award. She would ask him the reason of making such dramatic wishes but he'd zip up. Petty celebrations, once a week visiting the kids, discussing TV shows, watching a movie once a month and still the unbelievable hope high were all their lives had!


Her man's pain had increased, and now it was sure he could not work. While he believed there couldn't have been a better excuse to keep off from office, his wife knew the battle neared its end. Although her duties were still the same, she had started to dream of fulfilling her man's most urgent wish. It had made room in her and revoked the irrevocable will of achieving every bit of her 'want', similar to the one she'd as a nave young lady.


They'd aged but his eyes were still enough welcoming to have her open up and share her inner conflicts. He did not have a solution every time, however, the very listening of his helped her. She had set her goal straight now. Her family supported her and she realized it isn't ever late to start learning. She learned. She worked hard. And at the end of that year, her firm was opened. She was a vital part of the medical company that had given her man a few more years to live.


Time and tide wait for no man? Ordinarily and fairly known by all! The three surrounded the deathbed of Amay Chandok. The youngest, had his hope the firmest while the elder knew he'd to support his mother but his hope was flickering badly. The man on his last legs felt caged in umpteen of cords and syringes he'd sunk in his nerves. He knew he was breathing his last and gathered strength to open his eyes to his world, with whom he would be throughout in spirit, at heart. The four smiled to each other for one-long moment. Malini's husband's eyelids were never to spoon up again and showcase the most welcoming pair of eyes she'd ever seen. They were lidded and shut for the rest of her lifetime. She wasn't going have an opportunity to look into them ever again. Chandok jee were gone.


"Unlike most mothers, I am fortunate to have my two sons still with me, as my pillars of support. And unlike most mother-in-laws, I share a marvelous rapport with their wives. It has been fifteen years exactly that we lost Chandok jee, my husband and the very fact that I am here achieving this award is because he helped me figure out the zeal in me and know my worth. He wanted me to contribute this little bit that I have to this country and to be here delivering a speech. I thank him, I thank my children and I thank all of you ' listening to the squeaky voice of a sixty year old woman for two minutes is pain to both mind and ears!"


While she was being helped down the stage by her granddaughter, she had the Indian of the year trophy welded to her left hand. She was still apt to make mistakes, liable to adjustments and perfectly human to be selfish. She was Mrs. Malini Chandok, just another ordinary woman.

Edited by -Kanky- - 30 December 2010 at 4:04am

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Awesome Story Adya :)

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--Angel.Nidhi Senior Member

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Hie peeps ! Smile

I am Nidhi and I'd love to be a part of this particular competition. I have two stories written by me inspired from various things I've witnessed or read about. Hope you all like my work. My apologies for any errors made.

If you think I am eligible enough, please hit the like tab.

Before The End

This is the story of two sisters, one a donor another a recipient, one younger another elder, one dying to live another living to die. This is my story. And who am I?

Two years back..

I am Serena Keitherson, 13 years of age, residing in Texas, USA. I live with my family of five, my mom, Katy Keitherson, my dad, Robin Keitherson, my younger brother, Michael, me and my elder sister, Jane. Our life is not like the lives of a normal family in Texas or any other of the states.

My sister Jane is a patient of acute hemophilia. It is a rare genetic disorder in which a person's body does not form platelets, the cells which cause clotting resulting in ceaseless blood loss. I have studied about this disease in my school textbooks but I do not know much about it other than what I witness happening to my sister. She bleeds regularly from her nose and often vomits blood. Her hair is all gone and she considers herself to be ugly.

Jane's illness is not curable but treatable. She lives on the cells transplanted from my body to hers. That is the only reason I was made to be born. When Jane had first shown the symptoms about 12 years back, the doctors immediately advised my parents to mate and give birth to her sibling who could have the same bone-marrow as hers. So, my father gave his sperm to my mother and with the natural process of reproduction in humans, I came into this strange world.

Ever since that day, the 23rd of October, 1997, my body has facilitated a spare part shop for my sister. Blood, DNA samples, antibodies, bone-marrow and so many other tissues and products of my body have been transported to Jane's without any service tax paid to me. It may have been done with Michael as well but his bone-marrow did not exactly match Jane's luckily.

Jane's life has been miserable to admit very honestly. She has never been to school but has received good education from my parents. She spends most of her time in bed or in the hospital and her hobby is just reading. Her illness has changed the life all of us in the family. My Dad has settled with a small desk job turning down the offer of working in San Fransisco, my mom has resigned from the post of Senior Sales Executive in a private firm, my brother feels the most ignored of the lot and spends most of his time with his worthless friends. Actually, he suffered with Dyslexia for quite some time after his birth but that was too small a problem to be considered by my parents in front of Jane's life-taking illness. And as for me, I already described my value to my parents and my sister's life.

I never opposed any of the treatments met to me by my parents who regard me nothing more than a factory manufacturing the cells which keeps Jane alive. This was only because I love my sister whatsoever. I cannot bear to lose her. But today, I have decided to stand against the wishes of my parents. They are asking for one of my kidneys. I may have given it to them as always but when the doctor warned that this might leave me with a life-long "be cautious" tag, I am not going to do it for any sake. After all, I cannot sacrifice my freedom, freedom to jump, dance, eat junk food, party with friends and have many boyfriends for my whole life.

I love Jane a lot. But she has to die, its set and no one can change it whatsoever. We'll also remember her the way she remembers Mark.

Yes, not to forget, Mark was Jane's one and only boyfriend. Surprisingly, he suffered with the same illness as Jane did and they met at the hospital lying on adjacent beds. He was a great guy, handsome, charming, fair, tall and very understanding, the best a girl could ever wish for. They became friends at their first meet and an awesome couple in course of time. I remember Mark taking Jane to her once ever Prom four years back. They had kissed that night as Jane told me on her return. Those days were the only ones when we could see her laugh, play and enjoy like every other teen.

But, the days of joy could not stay along. Mark disappeared just the day after the Prom night. Jane was crushed, heart-broken. Mark betrayed her. But, this was something we thought, not the truth. Only two days later did we know that Mark did not betray Jane but life did betray him. Mark died on the night of the prom due to ceaseless blood loss in his car. This had happened just after he dropped Jane back home. This news was worse for Jane than Mark's treachery. She wept, yelled and almost went mad for days after. But, slowly she did come back to her senses though for no good as she had again lost her rare smile.

You may think that I am very selfish a person to not give my kidney to my own sister and save her life, but one who has to suffers knows it best. No matter what my parents say I would not give a single part more to Jane.

Days have passed and my sister has almost reached her last stage. My mother is mad at me for doing this to my sister. She has slapped me over 15 times and would have slapped more had my father not come to stop her. But, I would not move an inch from my decision. I have got my medical emancipation papers registered and now I legally cannot be forced to transfer any of my body parts against my will. I know my mother won't forgive me for this, may be she would forget that she ever had two daughters but still, I will stick to my thought. I know my Dad will understand me somehow and Michael is too small to know what I have done.

Since she is left with no other option but to see her beloved daughter go, Mom is inside the ward with Jane and is sharing with her, the most of her love and caress. They both need each other the most at the moment.


That date was 25th September, 2008. My sister died that day. All know that it was more or less my fault but what all know is not the complete truth. I have a secret, a secret wish, Jane's last wish. Jane Keitherson, my sister, wanted to die. She wanted to leave this world, the pain it has, but she knew that Mom won't ever let her do this to herself. So, I chose to be the one to do it, to relieve her of her pain, her stress. Though, today my Mom hates me and I live away from my family in an Orphanage, I still love Jane and I know she loves me. This is what, she told me, Before The End.


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Hello again !
Here's my second story which is based on a real-life incident portraying one of the least bothered about yet very shameful faces of society.

Hit the like tab if you find it worthy.

VANESSA - An Orphan

Parents. The first people a child gains acquaintance with. For every born human, parents means a whole world. We all love our parents, our Mom and Dad. We need them along every path in life for their love, care and guidance.

As kids, we all loved to hug our parents, demand for toys and visit the park with them. But, at the teenage level, it many a time happens that we start disliking our parents for poking their nose in all our affairs, restricting us for various activities and checking upon the company we keep. This is a very normal teen psychology and is not a matter of serious concern unless it holes deep inside creating ill-feelings. But, those are seldom cases. In general, we all are somewhere in our hearts aware that our parents love us and we love them. But how many of us really acknowledge their importance in our lives? Do we not often say, "everyone has a mom and dad, what's the big deal?". If yes, we are unaware of those people for whom it is a very big deal as they are not as lucky as we are.

This is the story of one such girl, Vanessa.
Vanessa van der Woodsen is a 16 year old teenager living at the St. Joseph's Orphanage, Ohio, USA. Vanessa was brought to the orphanage 5 years ago. She is taken care of by Sister Rossie D'mello. She treats her in the best manners possible. But, can she fill the deep hole in Vanessa's heart which longs for her parents?

Vanessa, or V, as friends call her, is a beautiful, intelligent but shy lass. She spends most of writing poetry and reading literature. She lives in her own world, most unaware and least bothered of her surroundings. She often gets scary dreams and wakes us yelling and weeping. Everyday is more grief and pain for her. What are those dreams about? And, why does Vanessa live in the orphanage?

Six years ago, 17th May, 2004.
Place: Ohio International Girls' School.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we now present a ballet by Vanessa van der Woodsen and group."
It is the annual function at the school. Vanessa is performing on stage with her friends. Everyone is mesmerized with her moves but there's someone whose mesmerism is a bit excessive.
"Vanessa is the best ballet dancer in the whole world. I love your moves, shakes and twirls Vanessa, I love you", said Mr. Bart Dickens, the 22 years old Physics professor.
As the dance gets over, Vanessa comes down the stage and moves towards the green room. But, then, someone holds her by the wrist.
"You rocked Vanessa, you rocked!"
"Thanks a lot Professor Bart. That is so appreciative of you, sir."
"Please Vanessa, how many times have I told you, please don't call me sir. I am not like the other old professors." As Bart goes on, he moves his fingers over Vanessa's bare arms making her immensely uncomfortable.
"Excuse me sir, I have to go." Vanessa runs away awkwardly.
"I love you Vanessa, you are only mine", murmurs the Professor.

A month later..

"Mr. Principal, I want Professor Bart to stay away from my daughter. He should not be seen even a 100 meters close to her." Vanessa, Mr. and Mrs. van der Woodsen are in the Principal's cabin. Professor Bart has been torturing Vanessa in all her classes and she is extremely scared.
"Don't you worry Mr. Van der Woodsen. We have fired Mr. Bart Dickens today morning. He'll now never be seen in this school. You may comfortably bring Vanessa here."
"Thank you so much sir. I hope now my daughter is safe here."
The van der Woodsens leave.

"Don't you worry my dear, he'll never hurt you again, we promise."
"But Mom, please, I do not want to stay here. I am really scared about this place now."
"You have to complete your semesters my child. We cannot take your transfer before them. Don't worry, everything is fine now."
"Okay Dad, I'll try."
"Okay honey, we are leaving now. See you at home."
"Bye Dad, Bye Mom!"
"Bye love!"

Vanessa turns back and heads towards her classroom. She consoles herself and trusts that everything is proper. She stops at her locker to pick up her books.
As she closes the locker with the books in her hands, "Aaaa!!!" Vanessa sees Prof. Bart standing next to her. She is extremely terrified. He comes closer.
"You cannot escape me Vanessa. I love you and you have to love me. You're mine Vanessa, you're mine." Bart holds Vanessa by her arms and attempts to kiss her.
"Help!! Please help!! Leave me!! Let me go... . No!! Leave me!" Hearing Vanessa yell, some professors come running towards her. They hold Bart away and Prof. Michelle caresses Vanessa. She is crying pitifully.
"Get off the girl Mr. Bart. How shameful can you become?"
"Leave me professors, I said leave me!!"
One of the Professors informs the cops. They arrive and take Professor Bart away.
Everyone tries to console Vanessa and take her to the Rest Room.

"Its okay my girl, relax." Professor Michelle condoles Vanessa and offers some water.
"He will never come back Vanessa, the cops have taken him away to the cell. You take some rest now."
Vanessa lies down and soon falls asleep.

A week later..

"Mom. . .I am back!" Vanessa shouts as she enters her house but does not receive any response. The room is not properly lightened with only a table-lamp on.
"Mom! Oh Gosh, where is Mom?? Why do I feel as if something is wrong.." Vanessa begins to worry when she sees someone sitting on the couch, facing the back to her.
"Mom? Is it you?" Vanessa holds the person and turns the face. Just then she yells!!
"Gosh, its Martin! This boy, sleeping on the couch! Wait, I'll tell Mom." It is Martin, Vanessa's younger brother. She turns back and heads towards the kitchen. Suddenly, someone keeps a hand on her shoulder.
"Vanessa! You're back from Jenny's party?"
"Finally you are here Mom! Where were you? I was looking all around."
"I was just upstairs. Sorry, I didn't hear you coming honey."
"Anyways, see Martin is sleeping on the couch. Shall I drop him from there?"
"No, no dear! I'll see to him. You go, take some rest."
"Fine, then. Good Night Mom."
"Good Night honey."
Vanessa leaves for her room but then, her mom stops her suddenly.
"Vanessa!! Don't go upstairs!"
"Why Mom? My room is upstairs, right?"
"Yeah but, I was thinking, you could go for a sleepover at Lydia's house. She had called for you in the evening. Mrs. Thomson was eager to have you there."
"But I am really tired.."
"Please Vanessa, Mrs. Thomson would feel denied."
"Alright then. I'll get my night dress from my room."
"No! No! I have already sent to the Thomsons. You should leave right now."
"Fine Mom! Bye!"
"Bye dear!"
Vanessa gets out to the Thomsons. Here, Mrs. van der Woodsen looks scared and tensed. She goes towards Martin and. .. . .She starts crying bitterly. Martin is dead and so is Mr. van der Woodsen upstairs in Vanessa's room.

"Is she back??" Suddenly, a loud voice enters the house.
"No.. .. she is not. And you'll never be able to catch her, you understand??? You will never be able to catch Vanessa!!"
Mrs. van der Woodsen yells at the intruder who is none other than Professor Bart who escaped the jail last night. He broke into the house looking for Vanessa and when Martin yelled at seeing him, he killed the little kid mercilessly. Hearing Martin's voice, his parents came out and saw their innocent kid murdered by the maniac professor. Bart ran towards Vanessa's room and Mr. van der Woodsen ran after him. When he tried to stop the prof., he too was ruthlessly murdered. His blood stained the walls of Vanessa's room. When Bart discovered that Vanessa was not in the house, he decided to kill Mrs. van der Woodsen as well but he heard a cop car checking around on patrol. He had to go away. Mrs. van der Woodsen was devastated. But, she had to keep it from Vanessa and protect her. So, she sent her to her neighbours.

But, Mrs. van der Woodsen's plan did not work its aim.
"Mom. . .Mrs. Thomson said that she didn't... NO!!!" As Vanessa entered into the house surprised that Mrs. Thomson had not called for her, she saw a drastic scene, the Professor in her house and Martin murdered.
"No!!! Mom!!"
"Vanessa!! Go away!! Run!!" cried her mother.
"Vanessa, you will not go anywhere. You will come with me", Bart roared.
"Mom!! I cannot leave you with this guy."
Just then, Bart ran towards Vanessa, but Mrs. van der Woodsen caught his leg. He couldn't move. Infuriated, he poked the blood-stained knife in his hand into the woman's chest.
"No! Vanessa, you have to escape! Go, run!! Leave me here. RUN my child, you swear me! He has killed your whole family, you have to punish him! RUN!"
Vanessa is broken. She turns and runs as fast as she can.

"Vanessa!! You cannot escape me! Come back!!" Bart follows her.
Vanessa cries and cries, terrified with the flashbacks of his dead parents and sibling. She reaches a garbage drum and hides behind it. Bart looks for her all around. Just then, Vanessa escapes in front of him. He follows her.

"He has killed your whole family, you have to punish him!" The words of her mother ring out loud in Vanessa's mind.
Suddenly, she trips and falls. Bart nears towards her.
"No!! Please. . ..leave me.. .Please leave me..let me go, please!!"
"Don't worry, my love, I will not harm you. I love you dear. You'll be a part of my family. Don't be scared." Bart reaches Vanessa and leans on her.
Tears roll down Vanessa's eyes.
"AAAHH!!!" A loud yell is heard by the skies.

Bart gets up. He looks at his hands. They have blood over them which is none other than his own. Yes, Vanessa has pierced a sharp glass piece in his belly which she got near the garbage drum.
She picks up Bart's cell which fell from his pocket while leaning and calls the cops. They arrest him and take him away.

Professor Bart was hanged two months later for the charges of three murders and mental and physical abuse met to a girl.


That was the incident which still terrifies Vanessa in her dreams. Years have passed since then but she has all those drastic memories afresh in her memory. She visits the graveyard every Saturday to spend some time with her lost family. They say that time heals all, but can it heal Vanessa's pain? Can it really fill the vacuum in her life created by an inhumane monster? If yes, we would love to see Vanessa dancing again.

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@sujalovmayur..all i can say is that i have teary eyes..beautiful..

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