Hi there,
I have been planning to write a short story for some time. Here are my attempts to come up with a rough draft. Please feel free to send me your review comments and help me better the narration.
Cheers.
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The wind was blowing slowly across the manicured lawns of the municipal park, picking with it the faint scent of wet earth. An indication that a sprinkler was working somewhere in the park. It was a hot summer afternoon and all one could see when they looked up was a bright blue sky with an intensely hot and yellow sun. The park was almost empty except for a couple of kids running around. I was sitting under a tree and resting, while trying to figure out how best I can tell you what I intend to tell.
Before I proceed further, let me introduce my self to you. I am the narrator of this story. A story in which I play the major part. A story of how my eyes opened to the world and how I had to adapt to it. And for the records, my name is Rohan.
I had a normal middle class upbringing in India. And this story has a lot to do with that aspect of my life. Nowadays, people are talking about how the middle class of the world are driving markets and so on. Lets leave that topic for another day. What that meant in India was that you wouldn't go hungry, but you couldn't do a lot of things either. Taking vacations to exotic places, for example. But I wasn't complaining. Like millions others, my dad worked in a government controlled firm. Mom was at home. My daily life, while in school, went on routinely and one day was not really that different from the other.
Over the years, I learnt that I had a disease. Now don't worry if the story line is going to change, or I am burdening you with a sad story of how I almost escaped death or am living with half my vital organs chopped off. I had something called optimist-ism. A very rare disease which is 50% of the time curable. What ever I did, even when all hope is lost, I would say that we almost are winning. Or if we lost, I would say things that would make people want to kill me but they let me go because they know that I have a disease. I would probably rally around the Indian cricket team when they are chasing Australia's 350 with 8 wickets down and 100 on the score card. But then again, I have a disease. You get the picture.
To be continued....
