(Another attempt at fiction)

June 1, 1978 – Her first day at school. Wiping away both the tears and the raindrops. A pink bag and a pink water bottle that clashed with her blue pinafore. She decided that she’d hate the school forever.

September 12, 1984 – A lesson on the Mahatma. The teacher explains that his last words were, “Oh, God!” She had the temerity to stand up and tell her, “Miss, I think, he said, ‘Hey Ram’! With it came a scolding she’d never forget.

September 8, 1986 – Teacher’s Day. She drew a cute pencil sketch of a bunch of flowers and placed it among the other cards and gifts. When the teacher came, hers was missing. She later found it the trash bin. A classmate told her it was only fit for the bin.

July 5, 1988 – The boy on the cycle smiled at her. She scowled. More boys smiled and the scowls grew bigger. “I don’t want this,” she hastily reassured herself.

November 7, 1990 – She fell in love. But in a way that he didn’t know. She wrote letters to him that she never posted. She would peer into every bus and only got in if he was there.

January 1, 1992 – A single New Year’s card came with the postman. He knew she existed. And he had signed it off with, Love, Sooraj! But the sun never shone in her life. Nor did the stars twinkle in her heart. She scowled as badly as ever.

July 25, 1995 – She topped the university. And received a gold medal. She smiled. She was used to being an overachiever by now.

March 24, 2000 – She flew to the land of her dreams. It was all arranged. She was happily married for six months when she reached the US to meet her husband she had known only for four days. Two days later, she had a black eye.

April 15. 2002 – Her son was born on the Tamil New Year. There was hope, or so she thought when she saw the smile. Little did she know she had left it right there, on the doormat, along with her dreams.

October 27, 2007 – She turned up at her parents’ doorstep with her five-year-old. No words were needed. She was clearly unwelcome.

November 1, 2007 – She moved in with her best friend, a lawyer. She was both comforting and convenient. She got a divorce and a place to live in. And a shoulder to cry on.

January 1, 2008 – She began picking up the pieces… one by one. It was a New Year and hopefully a new beginning.

April 28, 2010 – And a piece came from the past to complete the jigsaw puzzle of dates in her heart! Sooraj! The smile now drove a Volkswagen Jetta but still had a heart of gold. She lost herself… in love and happily married was no longer an oxymoron!

April 28, 2013 – She was still happy. And married. And counting her blessings. But there was only one date she now wanted  to remember.



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