Contests, Fiction

Love Betrayed – My entry for the Get Published contest

After years of hard work, painful sacrifices, staying away from each other, their dream of being together, of a happily ever after ending was finally coming true. Both Priya and Raj were finally allowing themselves to relax a bit, allowing themselves to dream about how beautiful life would be together again.

Growing up in a small remote, nondescript village in the rural hinterlands of India hadn’t stopped them from dreaming the impossible.

In many ways they felt blessed because they never had to fight for their love to be accepted, they had been childhood sweethearts, a match made in heaven. Their families were highly respected in the village and were very close. Their love was just an extension of that strong friendship; they had already been accepted as a beautiful couple, meant to be together forever.

They had infact had to fight their parents to put off their marriage. Marriage for them was just a formality that society demanded of them.

Their struggle instead had been to achieve a dream, a vision that they had both seen.

The relentless pursuit of that vision had taken Raj from the charming little gulley’s of his village to the big mean street of wealth and power. Wall Street

Priya had been just as bright and ambitious but had made the sacrifice and stayed back in the village, building the foundation for their vision.

But on the last stretch, on the last leg of the race, when they were a hair’s breath away from achieving their vision, something happens, something that leads one of them to betray the other.

An act of betrayal that was really tragic and ironic, because it had actually meant to be an act of supreme love.

What happens, what leads a strong and beautiful relationship between two mature, committed individuals like Priya and Raj to end in tragic betrayal?

Why does one of them give up on the other?

What makes this story real..
We are today citizens of a global village. Like never before we have the opportunity to participate in and influence global events. The flat border less world that has opened up roads to economic resurgence has also however redefined our relationships. Our relationships today face a whole new set of challenges; global events impacting us like never before.

The story is inspired by all globetrotters, for whom staying away from each other, being separated by oceans is a conscious choice, a choice that is necessary to achieve goals, fulfill visions.
Priya and Raj are one such couple, eager and active participants of the global game, hoping to live their dream together.

In the end however the dangers on the streets of the global village, the surprises that lurk there prove fatal for their relationship.

Other stories that this one has been inspired by have ended happily, this one has a sad ending to highlight that like so many things in our world, our relationships too have gone global.

This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run with inputs from Yashodhara Lal and HarperCollins India.

Note: The length of the post and the declaration at the end have been amended in compliance with the rules for the contest.

Fantasy, Uncategorized

Weekly Photo Challenge, Reflections: Fathers magic mirror

Fathers Magic mirror_clipart
Fathers Magic mirror_clipart

Father I am confused, I said sitting down next to him. For a while now I had been disturbed, I don’t know what I want I told him. Its like I once set out on this journey, all excited, raring to go and now suddenly halfway through I seem to be unsure of the destination. I feel incomplete I told him, sounding a bit distraught.
Father just looked at me lovingly, don’t worry son, I have just the thing for you he said handing me something.
Here take it with you, it’s my magic mirror he explained. As I looked at it, all I could do was stare back at him in disbelief..

Because his magic mirror was not even a mirror It was actually almost a seemed to have done everything right, gotten a beautiful wooden frame, was just the right size, the ideal shape but seemed to have changed its mind about becoming mirror at the last minute.

It had everything going for it, except for the glass that would make it a real mirror!, but, there was no arguing with Father. I just picked it up and walked home wondering how this piece of wood was going to help me.

So there it sat all day on my table, with me trying to figure out Father’s mysterious ways. Just when I had begun to doubt father’s wisdom, I realized that I was being unfair to it. Maybe all the while that I was trying to get it to inspire me, it was probably waiting for me to do the same. It was probably looking for a help from me, something that would transform it, making it what it really had wanted to be.

I tried different things, tried on my best suit in front of it, put up my best smile, tried to look happy but alas, nothing worked.

noting Worked
noting Worked

Its own incompleteness a constant reminder of the incompleteness I felt within..

Then one day just I had almost given up hope, I happened to chance upon a weekly challenge at wordpress.. the challenge being to write about “the moment that changed your life” and something told me this was it..
I wrote my very first blog, I felt a glow inside me as I hit the publish button.. just as I was enjoying that beautiful feeling I realized that Father’s mirror had suddenly lit up and there it was finally, my reflection!

Father’s incomplete mirror had helped complete me, it had help me discover the real me..

All along while I had tried my best to get it to reflect me it had waited patiently for the real me..

I realized that up until then, all the “perfect” mirrors around me had just shown me shallow reflections, incomplete images while Fathers “incomplete” mirror had shown me a complete image, a beautiful vision..