Life Beyond Love, a novella, Chapter – 12 : Exam Over
At first, I felt delighted with the completion of my exam, being as free as a bee, humming with the swarm. But when one week passed a strange desolation and distress vanquished my carefree mood. The things I loved to indulge in could not appeal to me anymore. My friends used to call me a book worm but I lost the charm of the black and white pages. I no longer liked roaming in village paths, chatting with Shanti, and fighting with Mohon. I only waited for his call, his message. But he was no more there for me in the way I hoped he will be. He was too busy to catch a glimpse. Sometimes he coaxed me late at night, the night he felt to do so. But there remained no security to find him when I wished or needed. Getting contact with him in the morning or anytime during the day was a hope beyond imagination. Initially, I felt not to bother him with these grievances of my heart, but life became more complex for me in this flurry of controversial feelings.
Amidst this black cloud, I found a white streak of positiveness. Mamoni’s condition was improving. She became engaged in gardening and making flower beds. Most of the time she kept herself busy collecting and nurturing saplings. I did not find her with that knitting anymore.
I also planned to engage myself. I decided to get attached to the Samayita NGO, at the next stop from my home that worked for destitute girl children. I wished to join as a volunteer worker till my result came out.
“I think, working for an NGO is better than just sitting at home. So I wish to attend their orientation camp.” I informed Akash at night.
“Aatri I’m not interested in it. I think a proper solution to any crisis cannot be solved until we change our social condition. These NGOs are just business platforms. Anyway, you can try if you want it seriously.”
“Thanks, Akash. Now, what is your plan?”
“Father wants me to help him in his business. And I also approve of this. So….”
“Wow! Great idea.You little businessman.”
Hey, I am Munmun, the phoenix fabulist who wants to tell you stories. I love to read stories and I love to weave stories. I feel life is an amalgamation of multiple stories, colourful threads, and threads of pain, pleasure, hope, and hopelessness. We just need to pick those hues and arrange them, knitting them with our own emotions and perception. So let’s celebrate the stories of life.