Unexpected Play of Destiny

Chapter one

" Wake up! You are going to be late for the class.'' said my mom.

" I do not want to go. Let me sleep, mom.'' I replied.

" No sweet girl, get up face the world, fight with it. You are tough, you can face it. Failing your boards is not the end of it. You have your life ahead. Come on now wake up! Your eldest cousin is coming to drop you at the class. Don't be late!"

And that is how it all started. I made up my mind and got out of bed. After getting ready for my day and my cousin taking me to my class. It was a long walk from east Santacruz to west Santacruz and I being a nonwalker was staring at my cousin in anger.

"Let's walk to your class, it's very near to home" literally his words. Which made me roll my eyes.

And this short distance walk was half an hour walk which made me 15 min late for 1st day of my class.

And there he was entering in a black t-shirt, blue baggy jeans, a big bag on his shoulders, with bulging muscles and 30 mins late for the same class.

During the class, I came to know his name is Raj and he lives at Vile Parle ( near Santacruz). And so the class went on till 10 am, introducing each other.

I left the class as soon as I could. Just wanted to go home and go to sleep. I didn't want to be here at all. I didn't want to do any of this, but just doing it for my mom. I wanted her to be happy.

Just as I was about to get down the stairs I heard someone calling me from behind. I stopped and looked at the back.

" Hi, you are Gurleen, right? My name is Raj. So you are a Punjabi? That's good I have Punjabi friends" he said.

And there I was frozen just staring at him as if he had horns on his head.

" Yes, my name is Gurleen. Nice meeting you. You are Raj as I noticed in class and you are Gujarati. Do you speak Gujarati at home?" I asked.

" No, we do not speak Gujarati much. What about you?" he asked.

" No, I do not speak my mother tongue. So, are you on your way to work?"

"Yes on my way to my home visit patient. I am a physiotherapist. What about you?"

" I am just a student, whose mom has forced her to go for French class to get life together."

"Oh cool. See you then talking and walking we have already reached the station. Bye, see you tomorrow." he said and started to walk to catch his train.

Watching him walk away, I had just one thought in my mind, this guy isn't going to talk to me at all tomorrow.

First, a bit about me, I'm a medium height, fat girl with a fair complexion. I feel very insecure about the way I look after my breakup. I have done many things that I regret but life must go on. Right now my thoughts about life are that I'm fed up. All my friends have started college but I am stuck here repeating my 12th grade which I have eventually cleared after reappearing in the October exam.

Moreover, my breakup and failing the exam landed me to become depressed. I am always sad, I make others sad. The only happiness in my life at the moment is my nephew Jaslok he is just 4 months old, yes I am an aunt to this cute little bundle of joy.

On the other hand, my life just sucks. Even if I am approached by the most handsome guy  I have met, I know he will never talk to me again. And with these thoughts in my mind, I seem to have reached home.

" Hi, how was your class? Did you enjoy it? How many students were there? Did you make any new friends? Say something!!" as my mom started pouring questions on questions without letting me speak.

" It was a good class mom. There was this guy who came to introduce himself to me." I replied and saw her face frowning, and I knew what she was thinking.

However, I ignored her and went to sleep. I did not want to listen to her lecturing me. She saw my reaction and didn't say anything, just walked away to do the household work.

A little about my family, I live in a two-bedroom house, in a joint family. My family is huge. We are around 11 people, but we adjusted well as we always have. I being the youngest one of them is always protected, shelled, and kept away from reality, like a little princess of a middle-class family. Yes, I am 18 years old turning 19 this April. Still clueless about what I want to do in my life. Heartbroken, failed my boards, lonely, but life goes on. My mom and dad have provided my brother and me with whatever we wanted and loved us immensely.