Hi friends I am writing a new story(original story written by me). The name of the person, about whom the story revolves will be revealed later. This is the Version 1. Will soon upload rest from time to time. Do write comments. Your mail will be appreciated at chandakchetan@yahoo.com http://www.chandakchetan.blogspot.com/

Life From Hell to Heaven
Once upon a time there lived a very silent, reserved, quite and unrevealed person. Talking to strangers was nightmare for him. His life was based on the principle of celebrating silence. He had big dreams but always found situations around him to attack him and melt his mountain of dreams to scattered river flowing unwillingly to unknown direction. He always found quite difficult to mix up with the surroundings. His rage was on his tip of his nose, which his father always said it. His friends used his temper to entertain themselves. He always supported the truth, but unfortunately it didn’t support him.

He never found support nor from his parents nor from his external environment. And so he always lived an aloof life. He had big dreams, but always scratched by his parents, because he found himself to be born in an uneducated family. His father was a cold blooded. He knew only monetary business and never understood the emotion business. His annoyed father never had any expectations from the snobbish son, but found his daughter to be a fruitful asset. This was because of his superstitious belief he carried that when his brute son was born, he found his business in downturn; and it was only when the daughter was born, he found his business touching to horizon. His irrational belief of astrology made him to renovate his house and office every year in a belief that something good will happen.

This is the time when he was class in his class 3rd. He started talking to a girl called Ruchi. For the first time he started sharing his lunch and that too with a girl. She was his first crush. Her voice glittered on his ear drums. He use to feel excited, energetic and enthusiastic, whenever he use to see his face. He use to keenly observe her when her mother came to pick her up on a kinetic. Knowingly or unknowingly he suppressed his feelings for her. He was disheartened by his friend Rehan, who also started joining the lunch. He was more lowered when he came to know that the friend in the mask, was also trying to conquer his silent love. The boy never talked to her except during the lunch. Soon the story came to an end when her beloved had left the school after a year.

This is the time when he was class in his class 6th. This was the first time he learnt how to laugh. This credit goes to his friends Prasad and Vipul. He was one of the reserved student who never talked or laughed throughout his life, who never went to collect his annual report card because he was afraid that his teacher would individually talk to him, which she couldn’t do in the classroom. His teachers use to complain his parents that the child never talks. He was made to sit with Prasad and Vipul, the most notorious students of the school. Every lecture had symphony of jokes, laughs and crackles. The teacher had to be forced to point him to remain silent, because the other two crackers were expert to find the exit gate, while he was the new participant in the 3 musketeer’s gang.

Will continue...

Love

Chetan