A scent-less flower

Chapter - 1

Dehradun - present day

As I walked down the lane back home with two bags of groceries in my hand from the university where I worked as a lecturer, soft cold breeze hit my face, calming my tensed nerves. The snow covered Himalayan mountains, green trees, forests, waterfalls and the scenic backdrop were altogether a delight not only to the eyes but also to the soul. But it is rightly said that nothing magnificent appeals the eyes unless the mind is peaceful to enjoy it. It was once my dream to live in this mesmerising city. But never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that I would land up here at that point of life when my heart and mind were amidst a huge turmoil. Once I got home, there was a sudden urge to open my diary and reminisce those bitter sweet memories of my life. Once I took the diary into my hands, a lone tear escaped my eyes. It read,

"Dear diary,
To give you a short introduction about me and my family; my name is Siya Singh Rajput. I am a commerce graduate currently pursuing chartered accountancy. I have an elder sister named Riya Singh Rajput, who is a fashion designer. We have also been learning classical music since childhood. She is a very hardworking and committed person while I, on the contrary, never complete my tasks on time. I like being neat and organised and left no stones unturned to achieve it, but failed miserably. My mother Radhika Singh Rajput keeps grumbling every morning on how clumsy I was, which over the years has become my wake up call in the morning. My father, Lalit Singh Rajput , a charted accountant by profession, is a disciplinarian. He is never open to us about anything, but that does not make us doubt even a little about the  love he has for us".

After reading it, I smiled thinking of how crazy and innocent I was. I always lived in a world of fantasies. But it feels very bad when reality hits hard. I slowly drowned into an ocean of memories.

Mumbai - 5years ago

The most beautiful feeling on earth is when you feel good about yourself. This was what I exactly felt when I looked at myself in the mirror wearing a designer lehenga that I always dreamt about wearing along with some magnificent ornaments.The room and the the entire vicinity was filled with decorations giving it an air of festivity. For a minute I doubted if it was the real me in the mirror or if the mirror was making a fool out of me by reflecting an exaggerated picture which unfortunately resembled me. Motivating myself to think positively, I looked into the mirror primping my hair and ornaments playfully. At that moment, I noticed a familiar yet an unfamiliar figure gaze at me through the mirror. He was tall and handsome. His gaze made me conscious about how I looked.
Suddenly, I heard someone call my name; "Siya! Siya! Wake up!", it was my mother screaming. I sat up straight with a jerk, realising that it was all a dream. I let out a groan and went back to sleep annoyed that it was the nth time I was dreaming about it. The only difference was, the guy who made his entry into my dreams today. I was very curious about this guy as his appearance did not quite settle well in my mind. The dream brought back a distant memory of another dream that I had a few days back. It was a dream in which I was travelling by car with the same man with my arm woven around his and my head rested on his shoulders. It felt so warm and secured that a shiver ran down my spine. I shook my head once I came out of the train of thoughts.

It was yet another day as I ran around the house looking for my belongings. You could blame the laziness in me that stopped me from keeping my things in place, be it earrings, books, etc. I was dressed in a sleeveless kalamkari top and leggings along with a shawl. Not to forget the oxidised earrings that added it's magic to the attire. As I dropped by every room in the house to gather my things, I heard my mom and sister give me their piece of mind on how I was always late for classes, "all the time". It thoroughly pissed me off. I somehow pushed myself into the car with some food stuffed in my mouth and the usual grumbling of my sister.

Present
Ring ! Ring ! Ring!
The ringing of my phone brought me back to reality. I missed my family, my mother, my sister and my father.