A red rose she never asked for (NaBloPoMo day 21)
She loved going to weddings. It was the one time she could dress up in beautiful lehengas and salwar kameez, providing a break from the usual school uniform and the jeans-and-tee combo she wore day after day. One more year of school to go, and then I’ll wear a pretty dress to college every day, she thought.
This wedding was beautiful. She was having fun with her cousins, eating, dancing and joking with the bride when she caught a boy staring at her from the corner of her eye. When their eyes met, he smiled at her. She felt weird. She tore away her eyes from his and walked away a few steps. A few minutes later, she looked back, and he wasn’t there. She heaved a sigh of relief, and resumed dancing with her cousins.
She felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and it was that boy. He gave her a sheepish smile… and a red rose. She was so taken aback, she didn’t know what to say or do. She just stood there with a rose in her hand. “You must have done something wrong. Why have you been talking to boys?” , said her mother. She could say nothing. She felt her eyes stinging with tears.
This is the first short story on my blog. Hope to write more, and get better.
Neha Kapoor
Nice short story!
‘tore away her eyes from his’.. a good one! 
Thanks Chetan
a story every girl grown up in India would relate to
sadly
I know
now cant we all relate to this story??
Nice story Neha
Looking forward to more stories
Please not another feminist blogger in the making….
nice story,
btw do u do action/adventure/thrill/suspense too?
Very nice short story.
Even more interesting is the comment from Ankit
Very nice!!! And this really happens!! I guess this is one of the things Indian parents think their children owe to them – all such interactions are prohibited in case they fall in love and marry someone of their own choice
Loved the story – clear message, very gripping, a very well told story
nice one
Came her from IHM’s.
Happens to many women mostly in small towns. Happened to one of my students. A guy use to follow her from home to school and back. He would never say anything but just follow her. It was basically stalking. I saw her crying in the class of 60 students and asked her what happened. She disclosed this incident. She was affraid her parents will withdraw her from college and that will be an end of her education.
Blaming the victim is very common practice in our culture. To remain invisible from roving eyes of predatory men is considered a woman’s sacred duty.
Parents trusting daughters and giving them confidence to deal with such nonsense will be really a service parents can do to their children.
Keep writing…
Peace,
Desi Girl
Best,
oh! i love mush!
There is nothing fiction about it, sounds like a real story. Presented as good as it can be…
nice build up
Keep Writing. May God bless you.