December 30, 2012
Chafe - 'my entry to the GetPublished contest’
She was a troubled child. She wanted love but that would have to wait. That’s a story for some other time. I promise.
For now, let us walk down those memory lanes which were her first few steps in finding love. Sharp, intelligent, enterprising and a great sense of humor were some adjectives commonly used to describe her at fourteen. At twenty, she was on her way to become the most qualified girl in her family and by the time she was nearing thirty she had a top job in the city she loved.
For many, this would be a dream come true, but for her it was a rude awakening. What is love? A question she asked at every step of her life and perhaps never got answered. She kept looking, kept going till the day she got married.
What happened after that, what happened before that ,are a series of events dotted across people places and their different faces…men mostly, different ages,types and sizes. A journey that oscillates between a covered surrealism and an exposed truth. How a simple life changes colors from black and white to multiple shades of grey.
What happens to her? How does she cope up ? What does she eventually learn ?
What Makes This Story ‘Real’
Every lie, has a moment of truth in it. We all live our lies at some point in our lives, how we chose to deal with it determines if it was a nightmare or a fairytale.
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