Whispers Of a Young Muse

Chapter 1: A daily life of a nobody...

The phone buzzed off at a distance. I turned off the alarm and checked the time 7:30. "Damn, why do I have to wake up now need a little more slee..".   The phone buzzed again and this time with a loud ring, the message on the screen showing " WAKE UP FOR REAL THIS TIME !!!". Cursing the phone and  then my own wit, I stretched and turned off the 2nd alarm. The phone alarm of 7:45 was 15 minutes past  its scheduled time. It was another morning of my daily life, I put on a shirt and headed out into the balcony.

The cool air of the morning tickled my face, the shirt I wore tightly embraced my body and the sun gently kissed my skin. My name is Priya, I am nineteen and am single and plan to stay that way for a while; I am studying in the second year of my collage. I live with my parents and am the younger of two siblings. My elder brother is studying out of state in Maharashtra in a prestigious engendering college. Its been a month since I started the second year in my collage. The initial anxiety has passed on and my life is slowly coming back on its track.

I stood in the balcony for sometime gazed at the various people in our neighbourhood busy with their morning chores. Some uncles and elders greeted me with a smile and "good morning" as they returned from their morning walk. I smiled and greeted them back. A few middle aged men, snubbed by their wives to go out and maintain their overfilled bodies,  looked at me strangely. These men who all lost their 'fitness' tried hard to get back in shape, but in vain, their efforts are proved inadequate by their physic and irregularity.

Coming to the present topic, it seemed as if they had seen some sort of a spectacle. Self consciousness hit me as i stared down and saw that i was wearing only a shirt and shorts. Impulsively i looked them in the eyes and this time with a serious look. They immediately retracted their sight and just avoided colliding with a bicycle coming from the opposite direction.

Judging by their 'fit' bodies and perverted gaze it was not difficult to guess their wives back home were also quite 'fit' and instead of exercise drank down litres of green tea and not  eating when home and stuffing their nose in anything bought outside their house which these proud and knowledgeable ladies called 'dieting'.  

My parents had already left for work, and the cooking and cleaning maid was hard at work, I closed the balcony door and tidied up my bed. I went to the bathroom and freshened up. As I looked myself in the mirror I saw that my face had changed in some ways since I was in school. Looking down my naked body I saw that my breasts had grown significantly and were probably a c-cup. There were annoying hair growing on various places of my body which I took a note to clean shave later. I did not consider myself to be as beautiful as a few other girls I knew, but I knew that what I had was my own and that nobody else but I have the right and access to it. I took a bath and wore jeans and a blue top with matching blue underwear.

I called on Pam, who was our part time maid to put up my food. She replied with an affirmative and laid down a lavish breakfast. I smiled and thanked her. As i took my first bite my phone rang. It was dad, "good morning beta are you up?". " Yes dad I am up I'm eating now". "Ok beta just don't go to sleep again, if you want to go to college today then their is money on top of  your shelf". " Got it, yes we have important classes today, I'll head
out as soon as I finish my breakfast". "Okay take care be careful while crossing the road be wary of those pipsqueak boys and those show offs don't let them get to your head...". " Ya ya dad I got it now hang up I have to go love you bye". "Okay honey love u too by...". I disconnected the line and finished my breakfast. As if  preplanned my phone rang again and this time it was mom. The same things were repeated and before she could add some more to my misery at so early a day I hung up the phone saying "luv you bye...". Every morning its like this, call this pampering if you like I see this nothing more than a blatant sense of duty. Still their words are reassuring and while going out remembering their voice always brings a smile in my face. Pam and I leave locking the house in separate ways.