C'est La Vie....

She danced when she was happy, she danced in anger, she danced when sad. Overjoyed on seeing the ghungroos her father had got, she hugged him - unaware that the love of her life was about to be snatched away as tonight she would dance, not because she wanted to, but because others wanted her to.

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The above piece is my first attempt at what is known as 55 fiction. 55 fiction is a form of microfiction limited to a maximum of well, 55 words. I had seen this on my friend Arnab's blog - Technicolor Collage and never even in my wildest dreams had I thought that I'll be able to accomplish a task which requires such extreme brevity. Well what can I say, sometimes I tend to surprise even myself. :)

I'm a bitch; I'm a friend.

I'm a child; I'm a mother.

I'm a saint; I'm a sinner.

I'm a song; I'm a thorn.

I'm a wall; I'm a flower.

I'm a dreamer; I'm a cynic.

I'm all this and more.

I am a woman.

You'll be there to hold me when I'm about to fall, won't you ?
You'll put up with me even if, at times, I act like a wall, won't you ?
You'll be there to correct me when I'm wrong, won't you ?
You'll make life seem like a beautiful song, won't you ?
You'll comfort me when I'm sad, won't you ?
You'll support me even when others think I'm mad, won't you ?
You'll give me a shoulder to cry on, won't you ?
You'll be there for me when everyone's long gone, won't you ?
And one fine day,
You too willl forget me and move on, won't you ?

Friends. Secrets. Omission. Promises. Lies. Trade-offs. Pinki swears. Betrayal. Complications. Truth. Future. Headaches. Trust. The lack of it. Expectations. Saridon. Sleepless nights. Tugging conscience. Awkward silences. Manipulation. Incessant thinking.

Yes, one night can change many people's lives.
Unfortunately, it did.

P.S. Happy New Year. :l