The Idea–
Anu and Aryan’s story, well, it isn’t all that special—just two kids playing and fighting, going through the motions of childhood. They're best friends until they're not. It’s all very innocent until it isn’t. One moment they are playing G I Joe’s Saves Barbie and the next thing they know, they’ve their falling in love. Not with eachother, of course. That would be absolutely ridiculous, wouldn’t it?
What
Makes This Story ‘Real’–
The story walks you through your childhood, making you remember that special friend you had perhaps. Or maybe it is about those encounters when you realise that the person you were looking for all along has been right in front of you but you were too freakin’ blind or stubborn or, maybe just plain stupid to notice it.
The story walks you through your childhood, making you remember that special friend you had perhaps. Or maybe it is about those encounters when you realise that the person you were looking for all along has been right in front of you but you were too freakin’ blind or stubborn or, maybe just plain stupid to notice it.
This story is inspired from my two friends, whose anonymity I wish to keep.
Extract
Extract
“Mommy,”
Anu sobbed as a woman with a heart shaped face and curly black hair just like
her daughter’s, albeit neater, opened the door. She had an apron tied around
her waist and her hands were white with flour. Anu hugged her around the legs
and began to cry in her skirt.
“Anu?” she
said anxiously. “Are you hurt?”
Anu’s sobs
were the only response she got.
She walked
to the washbasin, which was a difficult task with a four-year-old hanging on to
her legs for dear life. She quickly washed her hands and picked up her
daughter.
“What
happened?” She asked as she walked to the sofa. She sat down with Anu on her
lap. Anu’s head was on her shoulder.
“A-a-ryan.”
“What did
he do?”
“W-why am I
only four years old?”
“Because
you were born four years ago.” She laughed.
But Anu
only cried harder.
“What did
Aryan do, baby?” She wiped Anu’s tears.
“H-he
s-said I was too young to play with him and his friends.”
“What were
they playing?”
“G.I. Joe
Saves Barbie.”
“How about
we play the same game right here?”
“I want to
play with him!”
This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run with inputs fromYashodhara Lal and HarperCollins India.
Sounds interesting - made me smile. Wonder where it will go. A definite red heart from me.
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