(this is my first story here. don't judge me too harshly. I hope you guys like it.) this is a story of what happened to Diant. How he emerged from his creator. If there's something you don't understand, that's ok. It's part of a bigger series I'm writting. I hope you enjoy!... I just realized... I don't know how long is a short story. so sorry if it's too long.
It was a hot sunny day and there was no movement in air. The sun was shining brightly overhead and people were carrying there umbrella with them to protect them against the harsh sun rays. How much the weather is hot the children were enjoying their recess time by playing outside and shouting as well as playing different games like cricket, basketball, volleyball. It was looking so nice that I can’t tell. My afternoon hours were always booked in my balcony by looking to the children and entertaining my recess time with a mug of coffee.
While standing and entertaining myself by seeing people activities and children . In that couple of hours I always saw a girl named Nancy. She used to stay just opposite to my building “Shree Krishna Bhawan” she live alone in the house with her maid as she has lost their parent’s in very young age due to the car accident this I came to know by my mother in spite of staying alone in the house .She is very good in her nature, beautiful, polite, adaptive, babyish, flexible, get addictive to something easily. Her cuteness and her behavior made her more beautiful than usual. She has a birth mark on her right hand .If we analyze her characters she is just a perfect girl. She works in Balrampur Chini Mills Ltd. Company as an accountant. In her firm there is a dress code of accountant so she always wears a black denim jeans and a white shirt with a necktie and ID card and made a simple hairstyle for her work. She looks so beautiful that words became less to describe her. I always see her when she came back to her house from her job with his friend named Garvik. Both of them work in the firm and same position in the firm. He has much similarity like her friend only as they are childhood friends. He is also very handsome, cute, and talkative as I always see Garvik talking and Nancy hearing and his talk made her laugh, smile and sometimes blush…
It was very sunny day and the heat wave had prevented the people from coming out of their houses. Business had levelled down the people. The markets were hardly opened or crowded. People were rarely stepping out from their houses and the people who were stepping out from their house grasp them with the cloth to protect them from the harsh sun.
That day I too was sitting in my house by closing all the windows and doors, switching off the light but the room wasn’t dark because the sun rays were coming in my room through the broken parts of the window and making the room shine. I was sitting at the corner of the room with my legs folded in the chair and in front of mine papers were scattered and in that sheets and I was doodling in one of the paper as my mind is wondering on the words which was told to me by my friend that Why she had said this words to me? Why she had behaved me like that? Is she had forgotten me? Any harm I had given to her? Is there any bond which had been missed in our friendship? That couple of minutes many questions where moving left and right but the answers I had not get. I was very much disturbed and then after 15 minutes of thinking I went to balcony to divert my mind but it was useless. When I was in a very confused my phone rang again I felt very angry and then I went inside to check who is calling me? I saw it was Ayush’s call. He is also my good friend. We met each other when we were in standard 8. He is very cute, always smiling guy and make others also, smart etc.
At first I cut the call of Ayush but he again rang I pick up and in a very harsh manner
I answered “why you are calling me and disturbing me I am not in a good mood so please??”
He replied “then what about our lunch…
This is a short story about an imaginary character called Susan, a timid soft spoken unmarried lady who had to undergo different phases of turbulent decisions in the innersole of her and had to decide about the correct steps to be taken considering all the aspects of life.This short story is imaginative based on certain real facts of life which seems to be touchy and feelings of an unmarried lady throughout different phases of her life span.
I've been challenging myself to write something at least once a day each morning. The other day I zoned out for a bit and just let the words flow and before I knew it something dark took shape.
I'd like to do something more from writing this, maybe expand it into something longer. I'll just have to wait for another burst of inspiration for it, which may be hard.
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