The grass looks greener on the other side
I took out my camera and clicked a few pictures just to ensure that my camera was working fine. Lily had managed to find us seats quite close to the stage. And the shrinking violet arrived and I was obligated to click some pictures of her. It felt weird though. Back in college, I was supposed to be her senior and here I was clicking pictures of her while she was now a famous author!
Life must have been easy for her. She must have been rich and had all the comforts that she wanted. Probably that is why I never saw her in college. She must have found it difficult to stay away from the comfort of her house and that was why she was crying that day. With all that money that she had she must have easily managed to get her book published and that was why she was here!
But my life was so different. It had never been a smooth road. My mother found it difficult to make ends meet and the only reason I could attend college was because of the scholarship I’d got. I loved the media just because of the many stories that we got to know everyday. Each person had a story to tell and it was good to make them known to the public. Before the end of my course, I managed to get a job in a well known news magazine. But I told you already that life was barely kind to me. The news magazine ran into huge losses and was taken over by another news magazine and they had no place for freshers because they already had too many people on their staff. I lost my first job even before I started working. The second one wasn’t a great one either, but I did it anyway for the income it gave me. But when asked to suppress the truth, I couldn’t. I wanted to bring out a story in all honesty. Since I didn’t agree to change my story about a well known politician, I was fired!
This was my third job and I had decided that I wouldn’t write anything for any magazines or newspapers again.Though while growing up, I wanted to be a writer! I clicked decent pictures and hence I was asked to tag along with Lily whenever she was covering an event. And that was why I was here.
I looked at the pictures I had clicked of the author. Though she tried to smile, there was sadness on her face that was hard to miss. She was nervous or worried about something and it was evident by the way she was fidgeting with the pen in her hand. But she was supposed to be happy, why then was she sad? Was there something troubling her?
She had managed to get a book published at a young age. Not only that, she had also managed to get a lot of appreciation for her book! The anchor announced that the book was about the story of someone who had to overcome a lot of struggles in life. How could she write about it when she hadn’t faced any problems in life?
Or had she?
There was only one way to know.
I stood up and asked, “Is it your story?”
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I’m participating in the Bar-A-Thon and this post is my 4th post for the same.
This time the theme for the Bar-A-Thon is “Seven”. I chose the seven colours of the rainbow. So each of my posts will be titled according to the colours of the rainbow.
This time the theme for the Bar-A-Thon is “Seven”. I chose the seven colours of the rainbow. So each of my posts will be titled according to the colours of the rainbow.
Initially I had thought of writing separate stories for the Barathon. But now it looks like this is going to be a series! 😀
Read the previous posts here :
Lovely theme, Reema and what a fab take on the prompt. Looking forward to your forthcoming ones. 🙂
This is my second read of the day today for Bar-A-Thon. I liked how the guy is making a perception about the Shrinking violet, apt for greener grass in the other side. This is what we do all the time, make perceptions about thinking all others are having it easier in their lives except for us who have to grow through the grind. What happens next? Am glued.
So finally we get his background. It’s weird how we make assumptions about people even though their body language is saying something else. Glad he asked, though.
This is getting interesting. So that’s why he asked the question. Also I loved how this post also gives out a message of never making assumptions about others.
Loved the story till now.. waiting eagerly for the next installment. All the best!
Another good addition to the series. I like how you are shifting the POV and using the colors to go along with it. Waiting for the next instalment
So true! When we see someone happy, all we think is how easy and nice it must be to be in their shoes, but one never knows what they have endured.
http://www.nehatambe.com/it-is-always-mom-vs-kids/
So was it? I will have to wait and see right? Love how the story is unfurling Reems 🙂
It’s interesting the assumptions we make about people, even though we never really know the real story.
It’s always about the perspective na.. we judge/assume so easily and transfer associated feelings to that person or scenario. Nicely done Reems
The colours of the rainbow are coming together beautifully! Enjoyed catching up with the previous colours!
We are so quick to assume without knowing what battles others are fighting. Looking forward to the next part, Reema!
Just realized its connected to the other stories covered in the theme. We always presume that the grass on the other side is greener alas it’s not always the case. Reading your stories is like getting s different perspective on each color of the rainbow as I chose the same theme!
That was an interesting read. How easy it is to judge somebody?