THE CHRISTMAS THAT CHANGED MY LIFE – FEW SHOTS BY DEESH (SHOT 2)

THE CHRISTMAS THAT CHANGED MY LIFE – FEW SHOTS BY DEESH ( SHOT 2 )
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Jessie – Roop Durgapal
“Run! How did he come here?” I heard the grumbling of those boys. I turned to the direction where Swati di was smiling and looking at. A man, sorry a boy of may be 21 to 22 yrs wearing goggles, sitting on a bike came to my view. He accelerated the bike aggressively looking at those boys. The boys left their bikes there itself in fear and ran away from there. All the passengers who were standing there laughed at those boys who were running as if they were running in a race. I looked at this boy. Who is he? I have never seen him till today. A migrant perhaps. But why is he respected this much that those baddies ran away in fear looking at them? Is he a big shot? May be a politician’s son or someone like that. But from his looks, he didn’t seem one. He wore a simple, black shirt and blue jeans. His hair was black as night. His body was well-built and he wore a pair of black shoes. Gosh! Till now, Gini Mathews had never noticed a boy to this extent. I don’t know why am I doing and what for am I checking out him like this. But, I could not see his face clearly due to his goggles. Especially eyes. I don’t know what had happened to me all of a sudden. May be curiosity. Yes it is curiosity for sure. As he crossed me, swati di flashed a thanking smile at him to which he just nodded his head and rode off. Just then my eyes caught the sight of his bike which looked peculiar without a back seat. There was only one seat, which he was sitting. I continued looking at him and his bike as he disappeared around the corner. “Gini, the bus came. Come!” Hearing Swati di’s voice I boarded the bus. My mind was filled only with that mysterious boy’s thoughts. The recent happenings made me curious to know about him. And that bike! What’s that? A bike without a back seat. All these made me confused. I just wanted to know about him. And I, Gini Mathews will find it for sure!!
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“Gini! Don’t be a photo bomber!” A girl shouted. I looked at them. The girls in my family, who were dressed in sarees and anarkalis, all decked up in heavy accessories, shooed me away from their groupfie. It is obvious that I, who looked like a goon fresh from jail was the odd man out. Mom glared at me once in every 5 minutes scanning my attire. I was in a jeans and a tee. She was unhappy that I didn’t wear an anarkali like other girls of my age. These dresses are not my cup of tea. “Look, Jessie! Your fiancee has arrived” Jessie’s friend screamed. I turned to look that man. Lord! What was that? He looks like he is an uncle of Jessie! I looked at them horrified when Jessie and that man were made to sit together. “Mom, why the hell did she choose this baldie?” I asked being petrified. “Sshh!! Gini, why are u yelling?? And don’t call him like that. He is your jiju” Mom scolded me. “Jiju, my foot!” I whispered to her angrily. “Gini, arranged marriages are always like this. U have to marry anyone whom your parents point out.” One of my distant cousin told me. Sasha’s words echoed in my mind again. May be, she is right. I should choose a man for me on my own. I know that my Matty will never do like Jessie’s parents but still those thoughts are driving me mad. I should choose a man for me. But, the problem is, I don’t know how these people say that they fell in love. Seriously, I don’t know how they conclude that they are in love or not. Phew! I don’t know what am I up to. But one thing I know clearly now. I should have a love marriage.
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“Gini, what yaar? What are u dreaming about?” Anu’s voice made me jerk. “Uh, nothing” I lied. It has been 2 days since I met that Mr. Mystery and since then, his thoughts have occupied my mind. Now also, I was thinking about him. I wanted to know about him. But to whom shall I ask? If I ask these two, then they will start making up stories. Then whom shall I ask? Somehow, I wanted to know about Mr. Mystery and I am determined to know about him at any cost. “GINI!!” They both shrieked breaking my chain of thoughts. “Dreaming about Mr. Handsome?” Sasha asked me curiously. “No. Dreaming about Mr. Coward” I told her sarcastically. Anu burst into laughter while Sasha glared at me angrily. “By the way, what have u thought about rahul? It has been 2 days.” Sasha asked me. “Oh no, Sasha! U are speaking as if am a kid who has forgotten to submit her home work” I complained. “He himself has given me a week’s time. Moreover, still I can’t understand about love. Then how can I say yes to him?” I asked her. “If he is ready to buy food for u anytime, then say yes! But, I don’t think he’ll. He himself looks like a boy suffering from a malnutrition. Then, how will he take care of u?? I will choose a boy, who will cook tasty food for me 24/7” Anu said dreamily. “ANU!!” Sasha and I shouted together. ” OK, relax. Re, what’s much to think? You are also going to be a doctor. He is also going to be a doctor. And u both come from financially stable families. So, if u are financially stable, then obviously u both will be stable in love too.” Anu told me as she munched the burger. “Anu, love is not any masala dosa that u could get it soon! You have to analyze before deciding.” Sasha said. “How can I decide that whether I have feelings for him or not?” I asked sasha. “I’ll tell u.” before she could speak, that kabab mein haddi , Mr. Coward called her. Before I could grab her phone, she snatched it from me. “Yaar, tell me and go!” “I told her. Gini, I’ll tell u afterwards.” She said as she went out of the room. Frankly speaking, I totally forgot about Rahul’s proposal as I was busy thinking about Mr. Mystery. Mr. Mystery, whoever u are, I am gonna know about u for sure.
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It is going to be 6 in the evening. Since it is december, it has turned dark soon. It was pitch dark at 6.00.p.m. I am waiting for the bus at the bus stop to go home. That Sasha! She was talking, talking and nonstop talking with that coward. She didn’t say about love to me. It’s ok. I’ll ask her tomorrow and she has to say that. I looked all around. There was nobody. I am not afraid of anyone. But, I am afraid of lizards. I looked at a lizard, which was crawling peacefully on the wall. I am hell scared of lizards. Yuck! I started stepping back and back before I collided with a strong surface. I could sense that it was a man. Due to sudden collision, I lost my balance and closed my eyes. I was about to fall when that man caught me from my waist. I slowly opened my eyes. To my wildest shock, It was him. Mr. Mystery. This time without goggles. I noticed that his chocolaty orbs had something which made my eyes glued on it. Though it seemed null, without any expressions or feelings buried inside, it created some unknown feelings in my heart. I could sense that my heart was thumping loudly and unevenly. All these are new to me. Oh lord! What’s happening to me?
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Guys, deesh here. Thank u so much for your love and support. Yes, it is inspired from the malayalam movie, Ohm Shanthi Oshana. But as I said, mine will be slightly different. Guys, are u all happy with the story na? I mean, u are not disappointed that it is inspired from a movie, right?? Please do tell me. And, Mr. Mystery is Namish taneja, of course. Hope u like this chappy. Merry christmas to all my sisters and friends. Thanks a lot guys. Keep supporting. Thanks for reading. Loads of love to u guys.