‘Incomplete’’ – my entry to the GetPublished contest’’

A new friend of the narrator at college, falls ill that leads to her first visit at her friends place.For this s neither the narrators' story, nor her friend's. Before you assume this visit to be the beginning of the story, It isn't. Perhaps the story had almost ended ,by then.The story that started from a painting that narrator admired at their porch.
 A silent seashore, with calm waves beneath the yellow  dusk sky .It wasn't beautiful  neither did it have the setting sun, nor the beauty of the sea. Still there was something very captivating in the yellow shade of the canvas. A sense of incompleteness in it.  True,
 After few more days of college and the strong bond developed with her new friend, she discovers the entire story that she could relate with the incompleteness in the painting.

What Makes This Story ‘Real’ : 

The 'real ' factor of the story is in its lead character. Chandra, a clerk in the Western railway accounts department in  Mumbai, who lives a very passive life. Sundays are almost a curse to her, for she is  neither interested in spending an evening with her family, nor visiting her old friends, leave alone social networking or Watching movies. It was only house to office, back office to house sort of bored life.For a third person, It would be perhaps the boredom and simplicity in her life , but for her near and dear ones, it had been three years living this nightmare. A story that narrates Chandra's  beautiful past, deserted present and perhaps the awaited future.

Extract: 

Some one rightly said, Time heals everything. However in the long run , Some day or the other you are bound to bump into some material or remarkable memory that could bring back the pain .

Though the frame was partly rusted, the brown rust shades  couldn't disfigure the photograph in it.
 "Nostalgic" , he said. "If only you stood besides me that day".

She noticed the incompleteness in his eyes that came through the words he spoke. She stared into the his eyes, dark and wet,  

 "I love you", she smiled and Placed the photograph back into the carton.


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


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