So, you do not speak much? Her strict teacher asked in a plain tone. She nodded her head, realized she has still not spoken, then quickly said “Yes”.
The teacher gave a taunting smile before handing out the checked test paper muttering “If this is the best you could do.”
She was not sure whether he was talking about her paper or her personality.
It has been many years since that day. She is still not sure whether she can do better than being quiet.
When the interviewer asked a question to be answered in a minute, she took only 15 seconds, an uneasy silence followed. She pushed herself to fill the remaining 45 seconds.
When her best friend chirped what else did you do over weekend, she was taken aback because that’s what she meant when she said she went shopping.
When her fiance asked her what else does she like doing in her free time, she revisited what she has already told him million of times but she could not fill enough sentences for telling so.
As the same school invited her to deliver a 1 hour long speech on how to be successful, she felt the same as she has felt years ago. Maybe she needs to speak more.
Nah, faith has carried her so far, she called the school to reduce her time of speech to 20 minutes.
Rishaan picked up his favorite purple shirt from his messed up cupboard, having a pile of clothes in the middle. He has received many compliments on wearing this shirt since his college.
“Everybody thought I looked handsome, atleast most of the girls did. Hope Kiara likes it too.” He thought cheerfully to himself.
The classroom was unusually livid. A group of guys were chattering excitedly sitting on the second row of desks arranged in a circular fashion. The girls were hoarded in the right-hand portion of the class looking engaged in serious conversation. Ishita and Ashish stood aloof as usual, with Ishita leaning on the blackboard. Her brownish hair appeared golden due to sunshine streaming through the windows next to her. “But, it is a very lively class in general. I must get ready for my presentation.” I thought to myself. There was to be a presentation on Mergers & Acquisitions. I was feeling quite nervous and irritated as it has been delayed several times and now I was the only one left who has not presented her findings of the case study given to the class. As soon as professor entered, chattering minimized to excited whispers.
She sat in the Starbucks cafe, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The blood stained knife lay next to her handbag, covered with her blue silk scarf.
A group of men was huddled together at her back. She could hear that they were discussing something in urgent important whispers. Despite talking in low voices, they had the attention of crowd of the café. Some of the lucky people who have managed to occupy a table were even standing to get a glimpse of the proceedings of the group. However, Itika was oblivious to the commotion.
Close to the city of Paithan, in a small village called Sauviragram, which lay along the banks of the great river Godavari, lived a woman named Ilaa. Being cotton farmers, her family was well to do, but not among the richest in their area. It was the harvest season, and cotton had to be picked from the plants. The wholesalers and traders from Paithan would be arriving in just a few weeks, carrying gold and goods for barter. They would exchange what they carried for the cotton that the farmers grew. The bales of cotton had to be ready in time! Work was at its peak!