All Chapters of A Mistake that changed my Life: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

June 2007.Holding ears and standing outside of the classroom, watching others roaming in school, made my life different from other students. That embarrassing moment used to crush my self-esteem and distanced me from my friends. It gave me a unique identity. It was the worst punishment I used to get in most of the classes. Whenever my teacher asked about my book, my answer, in a low voice was, ‘Not brought’. In fact, the letter ‘R’ in brought was a big lie. I can’t tell I didn’t buy it because it was destroying my image. Schooling from Sacred of Christ, ICSE board was tough to afford by my parents for two children. The books were too costly to buy so, I preferred old books, from seniors. A few rude teachers always overlooked me despite being in front of them. The behavior of some teachers and classmates made me uncomfortable. So, I tried to avoid them. It gave a slight inferiority complex. By watching students loitering and my

It was our drawing class, and some boys were getting slapped for not doing their homework. I too was one of them waiting for my turn. I was ready for being slammed in front of all our classmates. My face was red and eyes staring at my shoe in grief. I took my seat after getting slapped twice and a harsh class ended with lots of anger. For me, drawing was beyond my reach. My sweet sister, who charged a chocolate for every drawing, made all my drawings. But a few days before getting homework, I had a fight with my sister. So, she rejected to do my homework. Being helpless, I ended getting slammed. I rested my head on my bench, trying hard to cool my boiling blood. The process disrupted when a warm hand knocked my shoulder. I raised my head up and saw Nisha standing beside me. “I will make your drawings.” she said with compassion. First time she touched me and a sweet smile stretched on my face. How easily she freezed my boiling blood

Staring at my Facebook messages of those pretty girls, "You will get much better than her bro.” suggested Kartik. He advised me to move on and choose better option. All his suggestions went out of my mind as I had already made Nisha the princess of my heart. I was ready to sacrifice all those beautiful girls for her. From far away, we saw Dipika heading towards us. Our eyes enlarged and mouth went open when we saw her coming with a pleasant smile. I took my mind back in time and tried to figure it out her purpose of coming. I remembered one of those messages was from a girl who was a mutual friend of her. One who flirted in front of Nisha. So, my mind prepared for it. I was ready to answer all questions related to her. But! But! But! Our jaw dropped and breathe stopped for a while when she said to me, “Nisha wants to talk to you. She is waiting near the river bank. Go talk to her. It’s something important.” 

The sun was shining at fullest. My mom and I, along with my elder sister, were enjoying our breakfast. I found it the best moment to share my plan of starting a business with Kartik. They stopped chewing and raised their eyebrows in a second when I told them about my plan. It was an online business, where I challenged, I will become a millionaire in a few months. My passion paused their breathing and shut their mouth for a while and they allowed me to carry on. It was tough for Nisha to convince her family, as she used to live with her maternal uncle, but somehow, she continued in a hope to stay with me.We were working day in day out, but even after months, we didn’t become one-tenth of a millionaire. Kartik and I were in an excellent position, but Nisha was at a distance. The negative side of the business drowned her. Some harsh words of seniors pierced every corner of her body. Regular rejections and uncomfortable zone forced her to walk through ignited roads. One da

I called my mom and said so many times, with lots of love, “Miss you, mummy.” in a single breath. It was for first time I went so far from her. It was tough distancing myself from her. We followed the same routine, from conference to business meeting. Riya understood a coffee was not enough for my hungry stomach so she took me to a restaurant and ordered Hyderabadi Biriyani. Its tastes and fragrance brought water in my mouth. It was so delicious to eat, and for a while I forgot whether I was in Bangalore or Kolkata. It reminded me of Kolkata’s famous Biriyani. We shared our bill and went back to work. In the evening, we enjoyed an amazing beauty of the mall and went back home after finishing all our meetings till evening.At night, she called me again, and I went with same excitement. She was in her nightdress. I guess only to charm me and get my compliments. Her words were going around and round, making her face puzzled. Her smiling face was hi