Imperfectly Perfect..

"Quick, Get ready."

"Pa...pa..."

"Why do you keep messing up your hair, Sia". Mr.Sinha gave an irate stare.

Sia smiled sheepishly.

"I am not joking. When will you learn to keep it perfect?"

"Comb", uttered Sia.

"And ask Aunty to change your dress. This doesn't look good. I want you to look perfect.

"Auunntyyy...", cried Sia.

"I am really fed up with your ways. Can you be quick? I wonder when will you learn things."

Sia came dressed in her pink frock and she looked pretty. Her hair band complimented her dress.

It was Mr. Sinha's felicitation as he had achieved a remarkable feat at his workplace. Everybody was invited with their families. Mr.Sinha's family was Sia.

Sia was told the Do's and Don'ts of a formal function.

She nodded to every instruction and gave a look of assurance that she won't misbehave.

She was 9 and she was a Down syndrome child.

She sat like a lady on the chair and watched her father receive his award.
She managed to clap and she smiled heartily.

"Pa.. Pa..", she managed.

She was asked to come on the stage. Mr.Sinha gave an embarrassed look.

Sia held the mike, smiled at the audience, and managed to say, "Love you Pa".

Mr.Sinha was proud of her daughter. Prouder than her mother who left Sia because she wanted to pursue her career.

Sia didn't speak a word on their way back home. She looked outside the window and smiled at some illusionary things.

Her independence was trapped in an effort to portray perfection.
Mr.Sinha felt guilty.

He held her close. Asked her if she wanted a gift?
She nodded elatedly.

Her father took her to his room and unpacked a huge mirror. The mirror was beautiful.

Sia stood in front of the mirror and kept staring at it.
She was exceptionally glad to see the picture perfect. She started laughing and touched the mirror time and again.
She touched her image, looked back at her father, and touched his image.

Realisation dawned on him. He wanted the image to be the reality.

Mr. Sinha had given his daughter a perfect gift.

He gifted her herself.

Rapid Fire

I thought of interviewing a few of my favourite characters, rather people, who closely resembled the characters on my blog..

The Rapid Fire for Kim

Q: How will you describe yourself in one word?
A: Impulsive

Q: What would you prefer – A coffee date with your boyfriend, or girl’s night out?
A: A girl’s night out.

Q: Watching the Sunrise? Or watching the Sunset?
A: Watching the Sunset and waking up till I see the Sunrise.

Q: Matrix or Star Wars?
A: Matrix!

Q: Romantic novels or science fictions?
A: Can we have both in one?
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The Rapid fire for Anuj

Q: Describe yourself in one word
A: Casanova

Q: What would you prefer, a mug of beer and a friend’s company or a glass of wine with your girl friend?
A: A glass of wine and a mug of beer with my girlfriend, who is a great friend too!

Q: Diplomacy or Straightforwardness?
A: Forwardly Diplomatic..

Q: Watching Sunrise or Sunset?
A: Watching the Moon..

Q: Romantic Movies or Science Fictions?
A: Sci- Fi, undoubtedly.
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Rapid fire for Vallerie

Q: Describe yourself in one word
A: Infinite

Q: Newspaper or Cosmopolitan?
A: Cosmopolitan!

Q: Cast Away or If only?
A: If Only

Q:Watching Sunrise or Sunset?
A: The Sunrise.

Q: Love or Friendship?
A: Friendship!

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Rapid Fire for Rishi

Q: Describe yourself in one word
A: Immaculate

Q: Tennis or Ice Hockey?
A: Ice hockey, but I love to watch women play tennis ;)

Q: One night stand or life long relationship?
A: I’d have to try the former to end up with the latter ;)

Q: Friends or Parents?
A: Anuj.

Q: Watching the sunrise or the sunset?
A: Watching the Sunset until it rises again :) :)
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It was fun asking these questions to people who bore resemblance to these characters.

@Readers: I’d appreciate if you give your take on the following questions.
A Rapid fire for all of you :)
- Describe the blog in one word (yeah.. this should be a feedback)
- What would you prefer? Watching the sunrise or the sunset?
- A coffee date or a chat with your best friend?
- Basketball or Cricket?
- Movies – Romantic, Horror, or Sci- Fi?

Crazy Innocence

“Care for a cup of coffee?”

“I cannot walk all the way to the coffee shop now!”

“Care for a bike ride then?”

“I don’t want to die so soon.”

“Alright then, let me show you something nice”

“What?”

“Let me put on my computer… there are some snaps that I wanted to show you”

“Ohhkay… you can do that without coming closer..”

“You are looking exceptionally beautiful today, have you changed you hairstyle?”

“No, it’s the same… nothing much can be done about it, you know..”

“Your eyes look prettier than ever before.......”

“Don’t do that... what if someone peeps in…”

“Nobody will.. just one kiss.. and I’ll set you free…”

“Please…. No....”

“Grampa are you trying to kiss Gramma?”

“Arrgh…Umm…. No kid… I was just trying to find out whether your Gramma has more teeth than me..”

“I lost one today, and I will count Betty’s tomorrow. I am sure she has 2 less than me…..”

I wait..

Refilling soul with life

Or refilling life with soul

I waited back to think and ponder

A thing I could surely control


Reliving life in those moments

Or reliving moments with life

It’s up to me to decide and do

Things which are hard to define


Reopening dreams to new vistas

Or reopening new vistas to dreams

Idle I sit and imagine

How do I reach that extreme?


A refreshing wine with memories

Or Refreshing memories with old wine

Indeed a thing to let go

When I don’t know which memories are mine


Refreshing, Refilling, Reliving

I kindle the desires and wait

For all the secrets to unfold

And explain the underlying trait…


I wait, I wait, I wait…..

9: The Exodus

The girls turned out to be weak and docile. They feared facing their weaknesses. The lessons of life were giving them a hard time and they opted for escapism.

Kim had been living in the Orphanage for more than 3 months now. She had decided to stay with the other kids there. She was sure that she wanted to live with them. She decided to get her stuff from the apartment and shift permanently to the Orphanage.

She went in and knocked the door. There was no response. She took out her keys and opened the door. She called out to everyone, but it seemed that no one was at home.
She went to her room and she found a letter.

Hey Kim,
I am writing this letter because I had no guts to call you. I hope you are doing well. I cannot even say that I understand what you are going through, because I don’t. We couldn’t be there for you when you needed us. Don’t know about the others, but I was really scared, and now I feel like a fool.
Everybody’s left. Anisha has probably gone to her village, to her parents. Isha has decided to go to Canada to do a post graduation in Law, and so has Jai. Rhea has moved in with her new boyfriend. I am still living in the apartment, all alone. I couldn’t find better room mates. But presently I am away on a tour to the South Asian Nations for a project. I know you would drop in sometime, either to join me or collect your stuff. I am still optimistic about you hanging around as my room mate.
I have no idea when I’ll see all of you again. Life’s a bitch, and we are cowards. I hope everybody has their share of trials, because that’s how we’ll learn and come out to be really successful people in our lives. All I can do is Hope!
I had no idea that things would end this soon. The togetherness is irreplaceable. That’s the reason why I prefer being alone. Everybody has escaped the testing times. So have I. But I am proud of you. Hope you do well in life.
Oh ya, Mihir keeps dropping in. He’s a good pal. Now, do you want to stay back in the apartment? ;)
Take care,
Love,
Val.

Kim smiled. She played music on her iPod, while she collected her stuff.
Lately I've been trying
To fill up my days since you're gone.
The speed of love is blinding,
And I didn't know how to hold on.
My mind won't clear.
I'm out of tears.
My heart's got no room left inside.

How many dreams will end?
How long can I pretend?
How many times will love pass me by,
Until I find you again?

She hummed along….. Until I find you…..again….

PS: We realise the worth of people only when they are gone. And once we do that, we fail to accept it. These are the things that make us human. The connections that were bound to exist forever were broken voluntarily. The pages of life have a lot in store for these girls.
This blog is the expression forum for Anisha, Isha, Kim, Rhea and Vallerie. They are separated only to come together again.
The exodus, trust me, is temporary.