The Flying Streaks Of Colour

Chapter 1

'A pen has more power than a sword' is often referred to when a writer's words become more influential than any other influences.  A writer can bring home the truth to her readers or leave them in an absolutely false notion or dilemma. A writer has the power to change the thought process of her readers. But what happens when a writer herself is betrayed? How does her pain and emotions take shape?
   They take shape in the form of a story or novel or any kind of literary piece upon which she can thrust all her pain, anger and every other emotion. Such stories which co-relate with life touches the hearts of millions of people and the pain, the anguish which  has been put down in black and white becomes famous.
     Such is the case with Nidhi.  A small town girl, with sky high dreams and courage enough to fight any obstacles that lay in her path. Today every other person knows Nidhi Sarkar as a famous author, with brilliant display of emotions. Her novels are famous for the ideas, the innovations, the modern approach and especially the emotions. There can be no such person who has not wept on reading her books. But deep down under she is actually the lead protagonist of her stories.
    Though young she has much more experience in life than many other aged people. The tragedies that life has offered to her has taught her to stand still even in the worst of storms.
    She was just about three years old when she realized that her mother had deserted her to tackle with this world alone, forever. No matter what she did but she could never outshine her sisters and brother. She had become a subject of mock and negligence to her father who was the sole earner of bread and butter for such a large family.
    Being the youngest she had to undergo all the hardships without anyone's support. She was terribly lonely and neglected. Nidhi had no voice in the house. At the tender age of ten she was forced to go and live in her aunt's house away from her own family. Her father thought she would get motherly affection from her aunt. But not all aunts are loveable! She spent her days in terrible condition working like a maid. And affection? Affection was not even within hundred kilometres of her reach. But she did not forget to smile. In a small corner of her heart she kept her dreams alive. Her dream to bring the world under the charm of her writing.