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The Skies are Blue, Haven't Been for a While!
#WritcoStoryPrompt42
She chose her cleanest piece of clothing to wear. It was a festival afterall and she wanted to celebrate with everyone else. When she stepped into the street a speeding car drove by splashing dirty water on her.
A tear fell down her cheek. The poor had no right to celebrate.
No, poor not as in wealth, but poor as in love. She did not have any family. Her parents had left her in the orphanage when she was just a toddler.
It was all around fifteen years ago. Now, a teen girl of 17, she had just been splashed by a car. The tears continuously trickled down her cheeks. The skies seemed darker than ever. All the excitement needed to wait another year.
She couldn't go and enjoy the festival of 'Ganesh Chaturthi' in a dirty dress. What will people think of her?
Better stay inside than outside in such circumstances!
She was just going to turn back when a voice nearby startled her. The voice belonged to Chaitanya. He was talking to his pal, Rohan.
"I think I have a bit of crush on Chitrangada!" he spoke shyly.
What seemed like an amusing tone to her, Rohan said, "Really? That namby-pamby Chitrangada!"
He started laughing loudly. She had stopped feeling bad whenever someone called her namby-pamby because it was a common joke and she didn't hate it as much as she once used to.
Chaitanya and Rohan were also orphans, just like her, but they lived in the boys' building of the orphanage.
The whole conversation was taking place on the other side of the dividing wall and thus, she couldn't see their faces.
Chaitanya also laughed nervously and then the sound of approaching footsteps could be heard. They were coming out!
Without thinking, Chitrangada ran at her full speed and hid behind the garbage bin. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched them breathlessly.
Oh heck! They were coming in the same direction.
In her haste, Chitrangada had ran in the same direction, the festival's main ground was situated....
She chose her cleanest piece of clothing to wear. It was a festival afterall and she wanted to celebrate with everyone else. When she stepped into the street a speeding car drove by splashing dirty water on her.
A tear fell down her cheek. The poor had no right to celebrate.
No, poor not as in wealth, but poor as in love. She did not have any family. Her parents had left her in the orphanage when she was just a toddler.
It was all around fifteen years ago. Now, a teen girl of 17, she had just been splashed by a car. The tears continuously trickled down her cheeks. The skies seemed darker than ever. All the excitement needed to wait another year.
She couldn't go and enjoy the festival of 'Ganesh Chaturthi' in a dirty dress. What will people think of her?
Better stay inside than outside in such circumstances!
She was just going to turn back when a voice nearby startled her. The voice belonged to Chaitanya. He was talking to his pal, Rohan.
"I think I have a bit of crush on Chitrangada!" he spoke shyly.
What seemed like an amusing tone to her, Rohan said, "Really? That namby-pamby Chitrangada!"
He started laughing loudly. She had stopped feeling bad whenever someone called her namby-pamby because it was a common joke and she didn't hate it as much as she once used to.
Chaitanya and Rohan were also orphans, just like her, but they lived in the boys' building of the orphanage.
The whole conversation was taking place on the other side of the dividing wall and thus, she couldn't see their faces.
Chaitanya also laughed nervously and then the sound of approaching footsteps could be heard. They were coming out!
Without thinking, Chitrangada ran at her full speed and hid behind the garbage bin. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched them breathlessly.
Oh heck! They were coming in the same direction.
In her haste, Chitrangada had ran in the same direction, the festival's main ground was situated....
