Hopeless me (Part 2)

Written By

Amrita Kolay

Hopeless Loading

(Contd from part 1)

It had been almost 8 years since I left home after completing my education. It was hard for me to adjust to the homely environment as I was not so, as they call it, Sanskari. I was not aware that being a girl meant various unsaid rules at home. One of such unsaid rules is early to bed and early to rise. On my first day while I was still in bed, I heard my parents talking in the next room in hushed voices:

“No, I don’t think its depression”, came my mother’s concerned voice.

“Can’t say, this is the age. I heard the news yesterday – a boy committed suicide because of a heartbreak! Kids these days” said Pa.

“Just look at her, why didn’t we notice this earlier? She is also obese!” announced Ma.

“Yeah but, it is something else”, countered Pa. Sensing they were still scanning me from the next room, I decided to get up from bed.

But then, I checked the watch and it was only 9.00 am yet.Thinking that I still had an hour,  I slipped back between the sheets.

“She moved, is she able to hear us”, Ma spoke again.

Why were they discussing me!? Did I do something wrong? I had disposed off all my ill habits at Noida – did they find something? My sleepy mind made an attempt to race and reach some conclusion. But obviously, with all the drowsiness the effort was in vain.

“Who will marry her like this”, Ma said in a sad tone.

“Yeah, did you tell her about Mr. Verma” as Pa enquired, my ears popped up like a rabbit

“Husssshhh, are you mad, this is her first day at home today, don’t ruin it, let me handle this!” Ma said. “I will also take her to the doctor today”.

Did any mischievous friend of mine put any false pregnancy test in my bag, I wondered. This would not have been a surprise for me, considering their past antics.

Enough!!! I decided to wake up and confront my parents. As I threw the sheets off me, I heard Pa’s voice exclaim. “I know what it is, she has diabetes!!!”

I froze and wondered… yes, I have sweet tooth but how could I be diabetic at 25? My little bulky figure could be proof as to how much I love to eat. Any other illness… God, please don’t mess with my food, I prayed. Worried I ran to my parents who were sitting comfortably in the next room.

Seeing me they gave a big wonderful smile as though I were not the same person they were discussing a minute ago.

Was I dreaming, about all the conversation? I thought, sweating profusely with nervousness

“Ami, Beta are you feeling alright” Ma enquired

Well as a girl I had the potential to think multiple dramatic things at a go and do all the permutations and combinations in my head within seconds. “Yes ma, but what happened to you both? I overheard you and Dad discussing a possibility of me having diabetes.”

  • “I don’t think I have it”
  • “Is it in our genes”
  • “would this mean no more tasty food”
  • “I had done my health check-up last year nothing came up”
  • “Do you think it is bad”
  • “Why do you think I have diabetes” I bombarded them with questions.

Both of them looked at me for a good whole minute, and then Pa said “Beta, at this age sleeping till late hours in the morning is not normal. You can tell us openly if you would like to share something”.

Great! I thought! All this discussion because I slept past 7 am?! My mind got into the ‘drama queen’ mode, wondering what wrong I had done in the past that getting a few hours of peaceful sleep was so tough for me. The events of the past few months jumped up from my memories – my harrowing work schedule… the unbearable stress… my monstrous harassing boss! You have broken your true love’s heart, a sarcastic inner voice reminded me.

I turned to my parents and said: “Yes, I want to share something important. I think a vampire came in my dreams last night and bit me, to fulfil his revenge”. Well, what else could it be!? It had to be his curse!!

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

While pursuing my graduation in electronics and communication, I realized my life had nothing to do with why AC (Alternating Current) was passing DC (Direct Current) or why we had to turn into Aryabhata to answer which resistor or capacitor would fit in place. In the final semester, programming of Microcontroller introduced itself and our brief meeting was more than enough to kill the budding engineer in me. So after completing my graduation, I took writing as a full-time job. Of course, the transition was not easy and after 5 years of continuing in this field, I still encounter the question “Why did you choose to become a clerk after engineering” (I can be seen typing/writing/working all day). Over the years, I have tried my hand at various genres of writing such as Resume Writing, Blogging, Story Writing and Content/Website Profile Writing. Extracting the key points from a person's job profile and writing an impactful story in the form of a resume has always been my major area of Interest. So far I have worked for Top notch clients who were associated with big giants such as Google, Facebook, Walt Disney, IBM, Microsoft etc. Each day is a new stepping stone of learning, so I would call myself a truly passionate writer, who is keen to pour her heart out and let the rhythm of my words dance in sync with the readers.

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