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I see the SEA I seek the SEA

Rimjhim Sharma

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Acknowlegements

Hey everyone,

I would whole heartedly thank each and every one

who had contributed to this book.

At the foremost I would like to thank the Almighty.

My mom and dad for their blessings and support.

They have always supported me in all my decisions.

I would also like to thank my little sister BABLI as

she is the first reader of my book and also my guide in

various examples of life. Even though younger to me but

she holds a better opinion than me in almost every

situations.

And most importantly my duos, my lifelines, my

besties PINAKI DAS and NAVANITA NAYAK. I will

definitely say that without them it would not have been

possible for me to complete this book. They have always

been there for me through all the ups and down of my

life. I cry with them I laugh with them and a lot more. A

big thanks to both of you.


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Dedicated specially to the hero of my life

"MY GRANDPA",

Who has always been there for me in all my times. Who

has always appreciated me in my achievements.

Who has guided me through everything.

Thank you Grandpa. I Love You. I Miss You.


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Prologue

India won the toss and chosed to field. Pakistan gave a

good score. A target of 365 was set for India.

It was time for India's batting. The opening batsman

were Rohit Sharma and Shikhar Dhawan. Its the final

match. India versus Pakistan. Everyone were sitting with

their fingers crossed in the front of the T.V.

The first ten overs were wonderful. India played

well. In the eleventh over India lost its first wicket. Rohit

Sharma was caught out. After a gap of two balls there

was the fall of the second wicket. It was of Shikhar

Dhawan. Captain Virat Kohli and Mahendra Singh

Dhoni were on the bat.

"We have chances Dad. After all Dhoni is still on

the run." My sister said.

"Yes absolutely we have. I will not lose hope till the

last over." Dad replied.

"Where's Meghna?" Grandpa interrogated.

"She is not well. She is suffering from headache."

Mom told Grandpa.

Unfortunately Virat Kohli was run out after just

scoring twenty-five runs. He too could not score well.

May be it was not the day for India.

Even though everyone was tensed regarding the

cricket this was the first time when I was not interested

in the game. I was in my room. My room was dark; I had


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put off the lights as I wanted no one near me. I did not

want anyone to see me in such a condition. I want to be

alone. I told mom that I am suffering from acute

headache. But the fact was the traumas were driving me

insane.


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Contents

S. No. Index Page

1 Grandpa 1

2 College 4

3 Nightmares 8

4 One and a Half Year ago 12

5 One Week later 15

6 My birthday 19

7 Bonding with Rudra 24

8 Rudra's Birthday 31

9 The present 38

10 Worst day of my Life 40

11 Hospital 45

12 At home 49

13 A few days later 53

14 The split 57

15 Reality 64

16 Hustle 70

17 Grandpa's Diary 73

18 The demise 78

19 The secret 80

20 My success 84


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Grandpa

"My phone beeped".

After suffering from such traumas I didnot feel like

checking the phone but I was pretty much sure it was

her. The girl who made me smile in all my times. So

slowly creeping out from the bed I reached out for my

phone. Yes! It was her. "Preety", my best friend..

"Meghna. India lost the match. Shit yaar."

"Hmm" I replied.

"What happened?"

Even though I was heart broken those messages

bought a little smile to my lips. I replied

"Call me."

Immediately the phone rang.

Preety on the other side "You bitch, can't you tell

for yourself that you need me".

I exhaled deeply.

She didnot ask me what I was going through

because she knew it all. She just told "Yaar Pakistan

defeated India in the finals."

And this lead to a forty-five minutes conversation

between us. After we disconnected mom called out

everyone for dinner. Everyone was at the dinning table.

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Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa and my little sister. I

arrived there and began to eat in silence. Suddenly Dad

asked me how’s my studies going. I nodded that it was

going good. Even though everyone was there only

Grandpa could read my eyes. After dinner I went to help

my mother with her left over work but Grandpa called

out for me. He asked my sister to help my mother as he

wanted to walk with me in the garden. We both went

out.

Grandpa offered me a chocolate. I took it without

even looking at him. He held my hand and asked "Ki hol

Dhun?" (What happened princess?)

I nodded and replied "Nothing Koka (Grandpa)."

And faked a smile.

His reply bought tears to my eyes.

He said "Princess I have been with you since the

time you were born. Even though you are pursuing your

Masters but I know you much more than you know

yourselves. You can fake a smile and say that

everything's fine but what about your eyes? Its swollen

and tired and sweetheart it reveals everything; your pain

too."

I burst out into tears. I howled over and cried at my

grandpa's chest. He did let me cry and then asked "Now

tell me what happened"

I told "Grandpa, the world is full of double-faced

people. We cannot trust anyone. We cannot love anyone.

Even though we love we do not get anything in return.

What we get is betrayal. People abuse us. They

questions our character.. I.... I... "

I was about to say more but he interrupted. He told,

"Listen to me now. You need not tell me anything

further. I understood everything. There will be situations

in your life where nothing goes in your way. At that time

opportunities galore to everybody to hammer a point on

you, to insult you, to laugh at you, to comment you, so to


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all of them the best reply is instead of reacting with

words just respond with a success. None can stay happy

by hurting someone else. If someone hurts you, just stay

calm and have patience. It might take days, months or

even years but trust me one day they'll repent for hurting

you. At the present let them hurt you as much as they

want but the point is you shouldn't get affected. Instead

you should overcome all these and reply them with a

grand success."

Grandpa's words were out of the world. It helped

me a lot to drive away all those traumas for that present

moment. I responded "Thank you Koka. You are great.

Thank you so much for consoling me. I love you."

"I love you too beta" grandpa replied.



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College

"Meghna" Mom shouted

"Coming mom, two seconds" I responded.

I hurried up. I was already late. It was 9:30. I had

my classes from 10 o'clock.

"Your breakfast is ready" Mom told.

She served me puris, veggies and kheer.

"Eew mom! Its so oily!"

"Stop your nonsense and eat it"

"No mom, I won't. If I eat all this what's the point of

waking up early and going to the gym then? I had hardly

lost my weight mom."

And as usual she made up her face and growled

"Khai thak ji khao"

(Eat whatever you want)

I reached for the fruits and filled my plate.

Grandpa looked at me and smiled.

"Take your grandpa along with you. He have some

work at the post office" Mom told.

After breakfast I took my scooty keys and left

for college.

"Bye mom" I shouted.

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"Bye" she replied.

On the way Grandpa asked me if I am alright now.

I responded with a smile.

"Yes grandpa. Thanks for your words. Your words

healed my sorrow"

"Time will heal you too"

After five minutes we reached the post office..

Grandpa got down from the scooty and I drove to

my college.

Preety and Navu were already there.

"Sorry sorry" I apologized after parking my scooty.

"Lets hurry up. Madam Surekha already went"

Navu told.

We hurried off for the class and reached before

madam.

The boring classes started on British literature.

Madam Surekha was the HOD of our English

department. She was an expert in this field. But she was

a very strict teacher and was quite adamant too. We had

no other option rather than to bear the boring lectures for

forty-five minutes..

Each class lasted for the same.. We did three

consecutive classes and decided to bunk our fourth class

and go for a walk in the nearby park.

"Lets eat something" Navu suggested.

"Why do you want to eat always Navu?" Preety

asked

"Because I find peace in eating" Navu laughed after

replying..

We laughed in unison..

"You okay now Meghna?" Preety asked me

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"You should be. Don't lament over the loss of some

stupid. People reject expensive things because they can't

afford them"

Preety always had a message in her words. Preety

and Navu are my close friends. I met Preety at the higher

secondary level. Even though we were at the same

college but we weren't that close by then.. Our

graduation studies brought us closer.. And now we are

so close that at times even without saying we can read

each other's mind.

"I am famished" Navu said

"Me too" I replied.

We came to the nearby restaurant for lunch. We

ordered two plates of fried rice and one plate of chicken

butter masala for us. The food was served after twenty

minutes.

"It’s yummy" Preety said

"See my choice of restaurant is always the best"

Navu smiled.

Navu always have the habit of appreciating herself.

Her sense of humour is the best among us. She knows

how to reply quickly with clever replies. The best part is

she knows how to put people in their right places.

After paying off the bill we went for our tution

class. Even though the tution class was extremely boring

like that of the college classes but we always found our

tution classes to be very interesting. The sole reason was

our teacher, Sir Ajay. His dressing sense, his looks, his

physique drives everyone crazy. We waited for him to

come. He came after five minutes. He wore a light blue

shirt and a black formal pant which looked awesome on

him.

"Have you completed your assignment?"

Sir Ajay asked

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He understood. "Ok I want it to be completed by

this week itself. I will see it before you present it in the

college"



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Nightmares

"Grandpa I need your help for my assignment. Its

literally a headache for me."

The assignment has become a headache for me. Its

about the Elizabethan period. The discoveries, changes,

occurring etc that had taken place in that period. I

needed a help. But Sir Ajay disapproved to help us. As

he wanted to see how much we learnt. So, now only one

person left and that's my grandpa. My saviour in all

cases!

"Yes of course sweetheart. But before that I will

have to read some reference books in order to refresh my

knowledge" Grandpa laughed.

"Oh common grandpa, you are the most intelligent

person I have ever come across. Here take the books. I

have brought it for you"

Grandpa began to read the books. He was an

extremely talented person. He did his bachelor's degree

in English. After BA he opted for the LLB course. He

passed out with flying colours after which he got a job as

a teacher.

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"Give me tonight's time. Your assignment will be

ready by tomorrow"

"Thank you so much Grandpa"

"Ok now go to sleep"

“Goodnight Grandpa".

I switched off the light and lay down on the bed with the

cellphone on my hand. I switched over to whatsapp and

scrolled down the contacts.

"THAT CONTACT HIT ME"

"Send a text" my heart replied.

"Don't you even try" my head reciprocated.

I opened the profile and the status showed "online".

The battle between my heart and head continued. A drop

of tear rolled down my cheek. Even though I appear to

be alright everytime in front of everyone only my pillow

knows the real me. The status haunted me. I just

switched off the cellphone and hugged my pillow tight.

Heaps of memories flashed over. Finally sleep came

over. I slept finally.

"No means no" He said

"Please babu please. I promise nothing will go

wrong between us anymore now. But just give me one

chance please" I requested

"No, I can't afford all these now. When we were not

in any relationship then why did you say it to everyone

that I am your boyfriend" He replied

"No, I did not. Please trust me. I love you. I can't

afford to lose you" I pleaded

"Listen, I have to go now" he said

"Just listen to me once"

"What? Speak up fast. I don't have time"

"Please come back, please. I need you"

"Never. I won't be the same old person I used to be

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for you. I never had any. Whatever bond we shared its

all over now"

"Please don't say like that. I can't live without you. I

beg you please"

"You are very boring. But I like to talk to her now.

She is amazing. And not at all boring like you. She won't

put any tag upon me of being her boyfriend or

whatsoever."

He disconnected the call without letting me to speak

more. I tried ten more times. But every time he rejected

the call. And then he sent an sms. "If you call me one

more time I will block you"

Reading the message i just howled over loudly;

cried as loudly as i could.

I woke up suddenly. It was the nightmare again. I

drank a bit of water. It was 12 midnight. I hardly slept

for one hour. The nightmares haunt me every day. I

reached for my cellphone and opened the hidden folder

which contained only his photos. A total of one hundred

and fifty photos. I looked at it and cried. I cried bitterly.

I wished him to come back to my life. I hugged my

pillow tight and cried my heart out.

"Meghna! Your eyes! Why are they red again?" Preety

exclaimed.

"Huh! Nah nothing. I guess something went in"

I replied.

"Kak misa koiso? Muk ne nijoke?"

(Whom are you lying to? Me or yourself?)

I didn't respond.

"You didn't sleep right?" She asked

I nodded a yes.

She gave me a tight hug.

Navu interrupted "Can i please know what actually

happened? Because I am unaware of the exact story."


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