The Girl In Sneakers(ON HOLD)

1. Prologue

Hello innocent ones,

There's PRECAUTION ahead!!!

This is the first time I'm writing a book.
Which means that you may encounter a number of spelling errors, grammatical mistakes and my silly-willy thoughts.

But hold on, there's a boon with a risk.
As I assure you a bumpy but most memorable and enjoyable ride through the story.

Hope you'll appreciate my  attempt.

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Diksha was sprawled on the couch, leaning onto her laptop, rereading and giving the final makeover to her article. She had, at last, overcome her long-lasting fear and did what she should have done much before, she had written the letter.
Her lips twitched into a smile as she satisfactorily uploaded it on her blog.

Dear aunties and their girly daughters,

Today, I will tell you about myself which I should have done much earlier.

Growing up, I was called a tomboy. Still, I am, I love who I am but, I have not always loved the way you have assumed about me. I hate it when your gaze keeps on scrutinizing my looks, every time. So, today I am going to confess about myself.

1. I am not a boy trapped in a girl's body

You think this and you are mistaken about it. I'm a girl and I love myself. But this doesn't mean that I can't wear what I like to, I do dress up like a boy most of the time because I find those dresses damn comfortable. Give me a hoodie, sweats, and sneakers and I'm happy about it.Does this make me boy?

2. I am not a bitch

I hang out with boys most of the time, this doesn't make me a bitch. They are my friends who stand with me during my problems and don't judge me like you do. I too have girlfriends and I love them equally.

3. I'm not a lesbian

I know most of you think I'm a lesbian. But I want to make this clear, crystal clear that I'm not a gay and I'm not sexually attracted towards girls.

4. I never wanted to be boy

I'm happy that I'm a girl and I believe that a girl is no less than a boy.

5.I probably could kick any one's ass

This is a confidence factor. I'm 5'7" and strong, a sportsperson and not scared of anyone.

6. I'm not like 'your daughters'

Yes, I'm different from your daughters, I don't gossip. I'm honest about my feelings, I have a big mouth and I speak out what I feel like.

7. At last, I want to say that I can be a very good wife and mother in future. So don't judge my looks, judge my personality, I will surely impress you.

Yours lovingly,

Diksha Sharma(#Diku)

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"Oh my God Diksha! Just look at yourself, are you going to attend the wedding in this dress?" Diksha's mom was astounded finding her, lazily sprawled on the couch.

She rose her head, finding her mother boring her glare into her head.
 "Oh, Mom! Not again," she whined. "What's wrong with this dress? This is my favorite t-shirt and didn't you buy this for me?"

"I bought that for you not to wear in any wedding occasion," she tried to explain her stubborn daughter." Now go and change into the salwar-kameez(a traditional dress)that I've kept for you on the bed." 

"Salwar-kameez, Ohh nooo! I am not going to wear any salwar-kameez. You know, we don't get along well," Diksha squeaked. "Last time when I had worn it, I had tripped on the dupatta(a long scarf) and sprained my ankle,how can you forget it?" she made a grief-stricken face to convince her mother.

"I haven't forgotten anything Diku, and that was just a minor sprain. This time, I'll properly pin up the dupatta, promise."

"Please, mom, I don't want to wear it. Why don't you understand?" She pleaded.

"Diksha, you look gorgeous in that dress and please don't throw any more tantrums. You know I don't want all the aunties to call you Mrs.Sharma's son again, "her mom tried hard to convince her.

"But Mom..."

"No more arguments. Go and change immediately, we are getting late."
Sensing the sudden change in her mother's tone, she quietly accepted her defeat, it was safe for her not to provoke her mother anymore.

Diksha Sharma sweetly called Diku had her own unique personality.  She loved to dress up like a boy. She was the tomboy of her college and the captain of all the girl's sports team in her college.

Unlike other girls, she wasn't afraid of cockroaches and pests. But her biggest fear was getting ready for wedding parties.And like every time, this time also her mother had won the battle and she was forced to surrender by wearing 'the salwar-kameez', the only traditional dress owned by her.

She unwillingly dragged herself off the couch and headed to change into her battle costume, as she considered the wedding parties no less than a battlefield and all the big-mouthed aunties her arch enemies. After changing into her blue colored dress she dragged herself in front of the mirror.

 A thin, strong and tall girl with an angular face, sharp nose, thin lips, big eyes and hair reaching up to the shoulder was in the mirror, staring back at her. Diksha keeps on gazing and making faces at her image. She was finding it hard to digest her look. She then unwillingly reached for the hairbrush and tied her hair into a messy bun. Then hesitantly, remembering her mother's repeated warning,  she put on some so-called makeup, which consisted of some compact powder and lipgloss. She was ready for not more than 10 mins, for a wedding party.
Really, this girl was completely unbelievable.

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Lots of love,
Tabies