Short stories and poem

I typed the message and sent it to her. She read the message. But she did not reply anything. I have been waiting for her reply since one minute. This one minutes seemed like hours. And everything flashed back in this one minute. The Past Let me first introduce my family. Basically we are Sharma’s. You might have heard about us in Parents’ conversation with their children. Most Indian middle class parents use our surname to compare us with their child making us the superlative ones. But with me it is totally different or rather totally opposite. My father compares me with every other child in my neighborhood or anyone who just pass by me, showing how incapable of any x, y, z etc. etc. thing I was. My marks were good according to me, but my parents wanted more. I tried hard in sports but I came second last or last. I took part in competitions but never got even a consolation prize. Not that I never gave my best, I did my best in every way but the results were never satisfying ...

Radhika double checked herself in the mirror. Her peacock blue salwar and a little bit of gradient blue and green, with blue shining chumkis, perfectly embroidered both on dupatta and salwar kameez, deep blue leggings and her high heels made her look dateable. She matched her bindi and jhumkas with her dress, as usual. Both were blue, which she shopped from shoppers point when she knew about her date one week ago. She preferred open hair then bun, as her hairs were curly. She smiled at her reflection on the mirror which completed her beauty. She was ready for her date. It was her first date with Rajveer which was fixed by one of her maternal Aunt. She had properly dressed according to her taste. She checked the time. 5:00pm it showed. Still one hour to reach CCD, which was just thirty minutes from her place. She decides to leave, as she was aware of the traffic. Leaving home She texts Rajveer and booked her cab to CCD. Mobile app of the cab showed it was five minutes away f...