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    Daddy's Princess
    Daddy's Princess
    Daddy's Princess
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    Daddy's Princess

    By Arjun Chaudhuri

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    “The road we travelled daily had the same trees but every day they seemed to tell me a different story altogether”

    She dreamt of her home built in the clouds – Vasati Megham, that’s what she called it. Like any other girl, even she desired to live happily ever after with the best man in her life but destiny had other plans for her.

    Sakshi from the town of Kottayam thought of nothing more than moving to Ernakulum with her father after studies and settling there with a great job. Little did she know that she would meet Vikram during graduation and fall head over heels for him - unaware of the consequences lying ahead.

    Daddy’s Princess... is a nice read beautifully portraying the life of a girl who understands the norms of the society from a perspective different from what she had learnt while growing up. The story holds the readers’ interest until the last chapter and makes them ponder over certain beliefs which are so odd and abstract but still prevalent in today’s era.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherUkiyoto Publishing
    Release dateMar 29, 2019
    ISBN9780463063552
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      Daddy's Princess - Arjun Chaudhuri

      Daddy’s Princess

      Arjun Chaudhuri

      Ukiyoto Publishing

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      Published in 2019

      Content Copyright © Arjun Chaudhuri

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      No part of this publication may be reproduced, transmitted, or stored in a retrieval system, in any form by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publisher

      Disclaimer: All characters mentioned in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental

      The moral right of the author has been asserted

      This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated, without the publisher’s prior consent, in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published.

      CONTENTS

      Prologue

      The Candy

      The Spark of Magic

      Serendipity

      Tasting Love

      Vasati Megham

      The Interview

      Steel Tiffin Box

      I Learn To Take Orders!

      Speaking Out

      Us…

      The Light Inside Me

      Ashes and Dust

      The First Fall

      Hunted

      The Last Meeting

      The Battlefield

      Ashwini

      Prisoner of War

      The Epitaph

      Posthumous

      Agni Pavana

      Epilogue

      Prologue

      asato mā sadgamaya

      tamasomā jyotir gamaya

      mrityormāamritam gamaya

      Oṁ śhānti śhānti śhāntiḥ

      - Brihadaranyaka Upanishad, I.iii.28 -

      The black air is almost choking me to death. My eyes have become as red as ever and I can't see anything further. I can feel the burning wood beneath my belly. It's boiling my fat and eating my skin. I can hear those wretched rats making their squeaking sounds, all ready to tear the remains of my body. My fingers have become numb and I can't even shout anymore. These logs of wood over me are too heavy to push aside.

      The pungent smell of oil is so nauseating. I feel like throwing up.

      Why have you put me here Daddy? Don't you want to keep me with you anymore?

      If only I had listened to you that day, maybe I would have been beside you now. How do we go on our long rides? How would you even get me my favourite Appam?

      A little more had you been persistent that day I would have given it up. You knew how much I loved you, no matter what I would say I would have never let you go. You could have slapped me, hit me hard and put some brains inside me to get rid of my stubbornness. You were always right and I was always wrong.

      That time too you were right and I was wrong.

      It felt so warm resting on your lap. I used to feel so secured as if you would protect and shelter me for the rest of my life.

      But, you know what Daddy, I used to feel the same warmth and comfort when I put my head on his lap as well. He would run his fingers through my hair and I would feel that I was on the safest place on Earth. It felt so good being treated like a princess – getting your morning coffee at your bed, waiting for someone in the evening for a surprise, decorating the house with flowers, dreaming of a future - our future, our sweet home filled with bright red roses and the landscape paintings.

      Everything was so perfect, as one could ever think of. Why did all this have to happen then?

      See, how that miserable 'sister' of mine is looking at me right now - pouring out her tears as if the world had crashed. Even those vultures up in the air are scared of coming closer.

      And you, I saw you putting the lighted torch right on my forehead. Didn't it hurt you even once to feel the pain your little child would go through? You knew I was afraid of fire. I would scream even with the spark of a matchstick.

      I wish I could hold you once again – my little fingers would still curl round your big hands and clench them tight so that you never let me go alone in the dark.

      I am still your Little Princess. Am I not?

      The Candy

      Another day, another week!!

      Oh no. Why do Mondays have to come ever? I was still holding onto the bark of the tree from where I was hanging, when I heard the faint sound of Mumma’s utensils from the next room.

      Two days of bliss just went by and yet again school. Maths, English, Geography - yuck how much I hated all those. I wondered why we even had to study so much, mug up and then vomit at the end of the term. I thought the lives of my parents would be so pleasant. No studies, no home work, no one to scold - eat what you want and do what you wish.

      Wake Up Mumma tugged at my blanket and I gave a squeal.

      Illa Amma I yawned.

      Shut up and just get ready. You are already late. Your Daddy has gone to the market. He will come soon and shout at you. Hurry up now.

      I yawned once again and reluctantly reached for the toothbrush on my table. Being a small two-roomed house, everything was well within reach. I moved the brush to and fro as I stared at the photo of Goddess Saraswati on the wall. I wondered who kept it there. As per the saying, if text books gave us knowledge and knowledge gave us wealth, then we were supposed to be living in a large bungalow, have our own car to drive and a garden outside to play. I studied so hard daily, but still I was in that same small place forever.

      Why are you so glum baby? Daddy looked at me as he took out a bright orange carrot out of his bag.

      I don't want to go to school. I told him with my lips upturned.

      Same story every week. Now finish this last spoon and come outside. I have already kept your bag on the cycle. He ignored me and went to the kitchen.

      Why can't we get a big car as Jose has? I hate going to school in this cycle and then get down in front of everyone there. I asked him as he rode silently, with me sitting on the front bar of the cycle.

      I saw the rubber trees with their sullen look as we went past them; the dripping liquid almost filled up the pots hung onto their barks. The road we travelled daily had the same trees, same people, same shops on either side but every day when I looked at them while crossing, they seemed to tell me a new story all over again.

      Daddy worked for a company called Malankara Plantations near Kottayam. He attended school till the eighth standard and had to drop out after grandfather died as he was required to earn for the family. The plantations provided some funds for their employees' children for education and that along with Daddy's minor savings had put me into a decent school in the town. It was his dream to make me attend full twelve classes of school and send me to college at Ernakulum to get a degree.

      We had a cycle that Daddy got several years back and that was the only vehicle on which both of us saw our worlds. Mumma never attended school or college nor went out of home ever. She would remain with her cooking or stitching which she sold in the local market.

      I got off from the bicycle as Daddy put the school bag on my back.

      Do I really have to leave you Daddy? I became all teary eyed.

      He held my hand and took me to the nearby stall in front of the school gate.

      Have this after your lunch. He put a tiny orange candy inside the pocket of my pant and kissed my cheeks.

      I hugged him tight and gave a broad

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