Life is not a single color; it is a canvas of countless shades, each telling its own tale. "Shades of Her Story" unfolds the journey of a girl, starting from her days in 8th class to the person she is today-a reflection of resilience, strength, and...
Life had started to feel normal again for Ananya after her hospital stay. Her parents were watchful, but they never spoke of what had truly happened. By the time she returned home, she slipped back into her routine: waking up for online classes, chatting with friends, completing her assignments, and indulging in carefree moments of laughter. It felt like the storm had passed, leaving only faint ripples behind.
But on the evening of September 29, 2020, the fragile calm shattered.
Ananya had just finished her last class when she noticed the tension in the air. Her father's voice was unsteady as he spoke on the phone, pacing the living room. Her mother's hands trembled as she clutched the back of a chair.
What's wrong?"Ananya asked, her heart pounding.
It's Dadu," her mother finally said. "He had an attack. He's in the hospital now."
The words hit Ananya like a blow. Her grandfather, the man who taught her to play chess, who always told her stories about his youth, and who made her laugh with his silly jokes—was now fighting for his life.
Ananya spent the evening pacing her room, trying to distract herself with her books, but her mind kept drifting back to the hospital. The next morning, the news came: Dadu had tested positive for COVID-19.
The revelation sent a wave of fear through the family. They immediately quarantined themselves, each retreating to separate rooms. The once-lively house turned eerily quiet. The absence of Dadu's cheerful voice weighed heavily on Aanya, and the silence made her thoughts louder.
Ananya's Thoughts
Why him? Why now? He's always been so healthy, so full of life. How can he be lying in a hospital bed, alone? I should be there, holding his hand, telling him he'll be okay. But all I can do is sit here and pray.
Every night before bed, Ananya clasped her hands together and whispered a silent prayer. She prayed for his recovery, for the safety of her family, and for the strength to face whatever came next. She thought of the times she had taken his presence for granted and felt a pang of guilt.
In the days that followed, updates trickled in sporadically. Some were hopeful, others not so much. Her parents did their best to reassure her, but she could see the worry etched on their faces. The weight of uncertainty loomed over them all.
Ananya often sat by her window, looking out at the empty streets, wondering if the world would ever feel normal again. She missed Dadu's warm hugs and his hearty laughter. The house felt cold without him, as though his absence had stolen the light.
On one such evening, as she sat lost in thought, her mother entered the room and placed a hand on her shoulder. "He's a fighter,Ananya ," she said, her voice soft but resolute. "And we need to be strong for him."
Ananya nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. She knew her mother was right. All she could do now was wait, hope, and pray.
And so, she prayed—every night, without fail—pouring all her fears, hopes, and love into the universe, hoping it would reach her Dadu, wherever he was.
To be continued.............
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