THE PASSIONATE GIRL (fiction)
The Passionate Girl
Not a common audience story. A selective class story.
Dedicated to my dear cousin.
“That’s great, Nishi your
morning tea makes my day” grandmother said, sipping the tea. Nishi nodded “You
know Nishi I am so happy to have such a passionate granddaughter like you and
your passion, ‘Krishna-Krishna’, I
just love it. My nights are always sparkling seeing you as a Master Chef of
future in my dreams. And now as you have joined cooking classes, I could see my
childhood dream coming true” she wanted to become a Chef, unfortunately
couldn’t, granddaughter takes the responsibility. Nishi smiled “Granny a selfie please.” she said. Granny gave a grin, she clicked.
“That’s improvement, today
you are ready for 10th round of the ground” dad said, breathing
heavy. She nodded. “I was a vibrant athlete when I was of your age and now I
see you walking my footsteps. Dear winning gold in huddle race is fascinating,
your certificates and the summit that your medals have created in your
achievement box makes me proud. Keep going passionate girl. Embrace limits” dad
completed. They completed 10th round and Nishi asked for a break,
dad nodded “Daddy a selfie please”
she requested. Dad smiled with proud, she clicked.
“So which collage? Miss
Ranker! Nishi I can’t tell you how much proud I am feeling right now” mom and
Nishi had just got back from school taking report card of 12th and
she stood first in her batch. “Here is the list of top medical collage, choose
the best one dear” Nishi said whichever mom will choose will be fine. “Oh so
nice of you dear, choose this one” she pointed on rank 3rd collage
“This is the place which competent me with all medical skills of neurology and
see now I am a successful surgeon, running my huge hospital with help of you
businessman daddy” Nishi nodded for ‘yes’. Mom hugged Nishi, her eyes
sparkling. “You made me so much happy Nishi, I am glad to have such a
passionate futuristic Neurosurgeon like you”. Nishi smile “Mom a Selfie please” she requested. Mom gave
her a bosom hug, faces turned towards flash, both smiled, click!
“This is amazing! Out
standing! Fabulous” grandfather said reading a story which Nishi gave him. “As
I have always said, I wanted to be an author but couldn’t as my family’s
privation went handcuffs for me” he took a coughing break, she handed him a
glass of water. “I am happy you take time for your passion in your busy
schedule. And this stories of your makes me feel blessed, keep writing for me,
I could see my teenage dream coming true in yours.” He completed, she revered
him by touching his feet. “KalyanaMastu”
he blessed. “Grandfather a selfie
please” she requested. Old man’s lips stretched, his dentures glittered. Click!
It was midnight; I could see
her USB plugged from phone to computer. She was emptying something from her
phone stuff into computer. Suddenly a phone came, it was of her best friend and
my girlfriend, Maya. Conversation said that Maya had planned a movie in
home-theatre at her place, a horror one due to a reason. I knew her well, Nishi
hates horror movie, once when she went with dad for a horror film. She had run
out of theatre after intermission. “Oh wow how exciting, I will be there in
five minutes” this startled me, unbelievable!
She took dad’s permission;
driver dropped her to Maya’s home.
I went to her room, to her PC
and found prints of all the selfies
she took. Why? What does she want to do with these prints? I was curious,
craving for answer. So instead of vanishing I stood there till she would
return.
At 3:00 AM she was back, comforting
her frightened best friend and the girl I love who was lonely because her
parents were out of station. I was peeping inside through the edge of the door.
She took out a tripod stand. It was a type of a canvas tripod stand, then came
out a large canvas, I was right it was a canvas stand. She fixed the immaculate
white canvas in it. Went to a side drover and oh god, I was amazed, she took
out two boxes of Acrylic color and a set of paint brushes. She affixed selfie prints on her soft board. She stared
at the prints for a while. And to my surprise her paintbrush made perfect and
flawless strokes on canvas, colors mingled marvelously, and what she created
made me cry, I cried hard, too hard, but there were no tears. She completed and
the painting she made if went on auction, I bet it could earn a million dollar.
It was a masterpiece which would come after understanding a deep philosophy of
life.
She took the canvas in her
hand, and she hugged her painting. It was 6:00AM. She walked towards my room.
She opened my room; her eyes wet, touched all my craft work, touched all my
painting, and touched all my medals, kissed them. Hugged the painting I had
made for her on her 15th birthday, that last painting of mine. My
heart beats went drum beats but they had no sound. She went to my wall size photo which was
glass framed, showed her canvas to the photo. Streams scrolled down from her
cheeks, my cheeks too silver linings unstoppable. She then took out a lighter,
ignited it and flamed the canvas, she crammed a big cotton cloth in her mouth,
unstoppable silver linings. I couldn’t see that scene, I turned around. She
waited and soundlessly wailed and cried until canvas burned completely leaving
behind black ash. She got a broom, swept the ash, collected it and dropped it
in a big silver painted cardboard box. She stepped out, got a last glance to
the photo and continued to her room. I went to the silver painted box and saw
inside, it was full with black ash up to brim. My eyes showered. And next seen
pushed me into a valley of agony.
THERE WERE 10 SUCH BOXES
My heart beats went drumbeats
but there was no sound.
I cried for hours but there
were no tears.
The Painting
There was a screen on canvas, a stage in
a small auditorium. Auditorium had around ten seats. Five of the seats were
filled. The exact selfie’s: smiles, joys, happiness, proud, blessings and love
of: dad, mom, grandmother, grandfather and Maya was flawlessly facsimile into
the faces seated on canvas. There on the other end, on the stage there was a girl,
painted cartoon type and through her heart vibes were flowing which was
reflecting an elder boy which matched the wall size photo frame. The boy’s face
mesmerized the audience in the auditorium and even the beauty of the painting
itself. Audience were feeling bliss looking at that boy
There was not a single drop of passion in the
canvas, PURE LOVE EXISTED.
The Passionate Girl
By: S h a i l
R a v a l
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