Nandini Garg
At last she was home; it had been a long day today in school for her. She
got down from the school bus, she was walking towards her house, when she
reached for the doorbell, she stopped, looked back and when she was sure that
no one was noticing her, she left. She ran away!
Where?
She herself didn’t know.
It had been an hour, but she hadn’t come back home. Her parents seemed a bit worried. They couldn’t even enquire about her from her friends as they were new in the country and didn’t know any of her friends. They weren’t sure what to do; they didn’t know where she was, their daughter, Nandini Garg.
Where was Nandini anyway?
Nandini was enjoying the peace, the nature, the aesthetic beauty of the environment around her. She let her hair down, and just lived the moment. For a moment, she forgot all her worries and enjoyed the serenity around her. For a moment she forgot all what happened with her at school, just everything.
Did she care whether her parents were worried?
Now, it had been more than 3 hours, Nandini hadn’t come back. Her parents were now twitchy, they couldn’t wait anymore. So to find Nandini, they drove away. They drove to the places they could think of. They went to the neighbors, asked if she was at their place. They even checked at the school, but she was nowhere. But they didn’t give up. They went up to the police, to ask for more help and called everyone, they could possibly think of.
Did they find her?
Nandini was alone in that park. She started writing something on a paper. She wrote about her
feelings, her deep thoughts about them while sobbing.
The police had given up now. They couldn’t find her. The police had asked people on the street if they had seen a girl like in the photograph. But no one had. Nandini’s parents hadn’t given up yet. They still were out looking for her. The new county was unfamiliar to them and to Nandini too. Had she been kidnapped? Or maybe met with some accident? All kind of pessimistic thoughts started coming up in their mind. Nandini’s mother at last broke down into tears.
Where was Nandini? Was she alright?
Nandini wasn’t in the park anymore, nor her stuff, nor her bag, nor the paper had she been writing on, nothing.
Did she go back to her house or somewhere else?
After trying one last time, Nandini’s parents left for their house. They thought maybe she had come back. And if she hadn’t then they made plan of finding her again the next day.
They at last reached their house, and as they were heading towards their door, they saw people and police around their main door. What was happening? Why was everyone there in front of their house? As Mr. and Mrs. Garg made through the crowd, they saw their daughter laid on the footsteps. Her clothes were covered in blood. She was dead. Nandini was dead.
A police officer came forward and told Mr. and Mrs. Jain that he found her body in a park and with her he found a letter, addressing them. He handed the letter to Mr. and Mrs. Garg and moved back.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I don’t know where to start from. This had been happening with me since I had joined this new school. They are mean to me; they don’t care at all, about me or my emotions. I try to hide it all from you, as I don’t want you to worry anymore. Dad had already been busy with work and then you with this new country and I can’t worry you no more.
It started on the first day. They made fun of my accent, my clothes, the way I walked, and just the whole me. They called me a hooligan, and said that I didn’t fit in with them. In the PE classes the made fun of my stretch marks and how fat I looked and said that I am pathetic. I couldn’t confide it to anyone at school. They all were so many, they made my days miserable by torturing me; they were everywhere.
I had no choice, I was being verbally abused every single day, it wasn’t easy for me, I wanted to run away but it didn’t seem like the right option. I couldn’t take it mom; I couldn’t tolerate the negligence and the hatred. It was too much.
I am sorry that I didn’t even try to tell you, I am sorry that I, your daughter gave up too quickly. I am sorry that I couldn’t be as tough. I am sorry for when I never listened to you. I am sorry that I broke my promises. I was just too scared.
Thank you for everything, but I am sorry that I couldn’t be your dream.
Please do me a favor and donate my eyes to a hospital, I always wanted to do that.
Yours evermore
Nandini Garg
I wrote this story long ago. I never posted it as you can see I have got no story-making talent. I thought all this time that I would try to make it better, but couldn't. So here's my pretty awful try at "story making". VOILA!
Where?
She herself didn’t know.
It had been an hour, but she hadn’t come back home. Her parents seemed a bit worried. They couldn’t even enquire about her from her friends as they were new in the country and didn’t know any of her friends. They weren’t sure what to do; they didn’t know where she was, their daughter, Nandini Garg.
Where was Nandini anyway?
Nandini was enjoying the peace, the nature, the aesthetic beauty of the environment around her. She let her hair down, and just lived the moment. For a moment, she forgot all her worries and enjoyed the serenity around her. For a moment she forgot all what happened with her at school, just everything.
Did she care whether her parents were worried?
Now, it had been more than 3 hours, Nandini hadn’t come back. Her parents were now twitchy, they couldn’t wait anymore. So to find Nandini, they drove away. They drove to the places they could think of. They went to the neighbors, asked if she was at their place. They even checked at the school, but she was nowhere. But they didn’t give up. They went up to the police, to ask for more help and called everyone, they could possibly think of.
Did they find her?
Nandini was alone in that park. She started writing something on a paper. She wrote about her
feelings, her deep thoughts about them while sobbing.
The police had given up now. They couldn’t find her. The police had asked people on the street if they had seen a girl like in the photograph. But no one had. Nandini’s parents hadn’t given up yet. They still were out looking for her. The new county was unfamiliar to them and to Nandini too. Had she been kidnapped? Or maybe met with some accident? All kind of pessimistic thoughts started coming up in their mind. Nandini’s mother at last broke down into tears.
Where was Nandini? Was she alright?
Nandini wasn’t in the park anymore, nor her stuff, nor her bag, nor the paper had she been writing on, nothing.
Did she go back to her house or somewhere else?
After trying one last time, Nandini’s parents left for their house. They thought maybe she had come back. And if she hadn’t then they made plan of finding her again the next day.
They at last reached their house, and as they were heading towards their door, they saw people and police around their main door. What was happening? Why was everyone there in front of their house? As Mr. and Mrs. Garg made through the crowd, they saw their daughter laid on the footsteps. Her clothes were covered in blood. She was dead. Nandini was dead.
A police officer came forward and told Mr. and Mrs. Jain that he found her body in a park and with her he found a letter, addressing them. He handed the letter to Mr. and Mrs. Garg and moved back.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I don’t know where to start from. This had been happening with me since I had joined this new school. They are mean to me; they don’t care at all, about me or my emotions. I try to hide it all from you, as I don’t want you to worry anymore. Dad had already been busy with work and then you with this new country and I can’t worry you no more.
It started on the first day. They made fun of my accent, my clothes, the way I walked, and just the whole me. They called me a hooligan, and said that I didn’t fit in with them. In the PE classes the made fun of my stretch marks and how fat I looked and said that I am pathetic. I couldn’t confide it to anyone at school. They all were so many, they made my days miserable by torturing me; they were everywhere.
I had no choice, I was being verbally abused every single day, it wasn’t easy for me, I wanted to run away but it didn’t seem like the right option. I couldn’t take it mom; I couldn’t tolerate the negligence and the hatred. It was too much.
I am sorry that I didn’t even try to tell you, I am sorry that I, your daughter gave up too quickly. I am sorry that I couldn’t be as tough. I am sorry for when I never listened to you. I am sorry that I broke my promises. I was just too scared.
Thank you for everything, but I am sorry that I couldn’t be your dream.
Please do me a favor and donate my eyes to a hospital, I always wanted to do that.
Yours evermore
Nandini Garg
I wrote this story long ago. I never posted it as you can see I have got no story-making talent. I thought all this time that I would try to make it better, but couldn't. So here's my pretty awful try at "story making". VOILA!
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