1 living life with imperfections

I, Aakriti singh, a girl of small town but all big dreams. I always dreamt of a big developed nation and me being a small part of it.

Although my life was not a princely or heavenly types but I really loved it. I was a very private person and did not share my privacy with much people. There were four people whom I really loved a lot :- my parents, my elder brother and my best friend. They knew all of me and loved me a lot and frankly speaking, life around four of them felt satisfactory. But, there was something that constantly hit me. "Why am I living such an amazing life? What have I done to get this much special life?"

I never thought anything special lying in me.I only got deep thoughts but nothing else. I always wanted anyone who could show me my speciality, which people around me always noticed except myself. Many people had said to me that I would have a bright future but I was completely uncertain, or i would rather say unconcious about it. I was going with the flow. I was not good at anything except for my English.

I always thought that this life was too perfect for me. I met many people around me and listened to their story but the result was always the same :- I m imperfect for this life and inspite of trying my level ,best I found myself lacking.

Other than this, I had a big problem with spoilt teenagers. So whenever I met some teenagers, I asked them about life, philosophies and intersts. And wherever I found them wrong, I gave them my best advice to grow and do best in their interestd fields.

I was not doing this for some social work. It was all the part of my dream India. I wanted its youth to be energetic ,youthful, recreational and not addicted to any "inappropriate stuff ".

I observed there were many such distracted indian youngsters. Some distracted by drugs,some by their hormonal changes and some by family problems. They all were depressed and did not want to do anything recreational. So i met them, listened their story and told them, what they should do. I, also, met the guardians for the help. I was doing all this along my college as my extra curricular activity. In short, I was trying to perfectise the imperfections around me.

Contrary to my imperfections, there was another person, Atharv Chauhan, who was completely unaware about me, but had his own set of problems. While, I had left my hometown years ago, this person always remained stick to his place and his father. Atharv was a smart boy, but at a very small age he had suffered a lot. He lost his mother at a very young age of 8 years. His father tried his best to compensate the presence of a mother for him, but even after trying, he could not make feel Atharv the way he felt around his mother. Atharv was closest to his mother, so after her death he became silent. Although, he recovered himself but the absence of his mother had left a deep scar in his heart, he became insomniac. He lost his confidence. But he always remembered his mother`s words

"love everybody but never depend upon anybody".

And like a real warrior, he tried to overcome all those problems, but could not cope up with his insomnia. He consulted many doctors, but no one could ever cure it. The only substitute to it was "yoga".

After his father the most lovable people in the life of Atharv were his father and his best friend 'Aahan'.

So, he did not want to leave them. Hence, he denied all the colleges offered to him outside Agra and stayed with his father.

In his life, he had spent most of his time around his father or his male friends, so his female interaction was almost null avoidable. In his college he was studying graphic designing, and there

he had a friend of him whom, he really liked but never had the guts to confess his feelings. He continued to be friends with her till the last year of his college. This year he finally decided to propose her in the best way he could. He had called her to meet after the last day of college in a coffee shop.

In the coffee shop he had booked a table for two of them,had brought a gift for him and even prepared the way he would propose her, by going down on knees and gently telling her the story of him meeting her.

But that girl rejected him, because she could never see him more than like a brother. And like many Indian guys, Atharv was also friendzoned. He was so much astonished by the experience he never dared to propose a girl again.

Ps : Now, we will have to see how our two characters take their life ahead and their paths intersect to give them a thoroughly different view of life.

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