Like everybody else, I was masked in the belief that life abroad was far better than the one I was living. I longed to move out of India, despite being proud to call myself an Indian. Fortunately when, at the age of 18, my father got a transfer to the United Sates, I was on cloud nine.
However, it was not easy moving from one country to another. Especially not, when you are hailing from a country as exuberant as India and moving to the United States. But moving brought with it a unique joy of its own and though it took quite some to settle in, once it was done there was definitely no looking back. Or so I thought then.
After a few months of my shifting in to the States, my life had become miserable instead of better, as I had imagined it would. I had become the target of the bullies at college. People looked down on me, given my broken English, and all the fame I had for myself back in my college in India, seemed impossible to rebuild in the different soil I now found myself in. Frustrated with myself and my profligate life, I did not know what to do.
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The Dream Catcher
Short StoryCan a dream catcher received as a gift have the caliber to change a life? Read on to find out? Cover Credits: Pinterest. I do not own the copyrights for the cover of the story, but I do own it for the story! It is an original piece of writing.
