The unsaid..Part 1
I had earlier started a blog just for my poems and stories..and then i dropped the idea. So I decided i shall post my stories on this blog and its easier maintaining just one blog.
This happens to be the gist of my first try at writing a novel. I had penned it down about 4 years back i guess. Its well close to my heart and its always special. V if you are reading this...sorry i never got off my couch to really get my words published! I know even the last time I spoke to you you were getting all riled up abut this. Eventually I will get there, thanks for being patient. This surely is a start I guess...
Badri since we chatted last time I thought I would post my stories...and I am getting back to writing stories again. Thanks! (also thanks for the storytellers hut link...)
The UNSAID
It was a cold, freezing night. Three more days to Christmas. Jennifer was walking back to her apartment. It was almost eleven. The skyscrapers of New York were glittering with Christmas lights. Still the agony of losing the twins was looming large in the hearts of everyone in the city. It will not be the same Christmas without the twins; lights were lit up at Ground Zero. The snow-covered city, the beauty of the sky lit concrete jungle, the jingle bells and Santa Claus, his reindeers, the stockings, the gifts and meeting loved ones, it was still Christmas and the magic was still there. The mistletoes, the wreaths on doors, the cakes it was yet another Christmas without the usual lull.
Jennifer was a sitcom writer, for a hit NBC comedy series. Her show was doing very well, infact it would be an understatement. She was a what do you call that “ a big hit”, and she had already pocketed two Emmies. She was the happening writer. She now had three shows on air. “The New York Times” featured her in the front pages and she was a celebrity overnight. She was pepped to be the next cover of “TIME”. It was all happening to her.
She was a debutante and she was drenched amidst the appreciations and accolades. She had done a course on journalism at Stony Brook .She had what it takes to be at the top and still brush the thought aside thinking that you still have a long way to go. Jennifer was tall, slim and she wore her Calvin Klein’s and Gucci’s. She sometimes even chipped in ideas to her dresses. She had the perfect figure and her blue eyes were very soft and appealing. She dressed in pastel shades and peach was her favorite color. She was fair in complexion.
Her sitcom writing just happened. She was doing theater and writing for performers at clubs and well one day her lucky stars hit the right spot and she was suddenly on top of the world. She had great communication skills and she could take on anyone for a debate and she was one smart kid. She had that hunger to go on. But everything was lost now. She did not want to live anymore; she had lost the meaning and the reason to live. She was not happy though for all the success she had gained and the laurels she had earned.
To put it short, personally she was unhappy. Her life had taken a roller coaster ride through the past three months and she was completely lost. She was more like a zombie. The events of September 11 had something to do with it. She was upset. All the glitter and glamour no more mattered to her. She had no one to share it with. It was nothing to her now. She just wanted to get away somewhere. She had stopped writing and the producers were worried as the show was losing its rating as the re-runs continued.
Jennifer was a sitcom writer, for a hit NBC comedy series. Her show was doing very well, infact it would be an understatement. She was a what do you call that “ a big hit”, and she had already pocketed two Emmies. She was the happening writer. She now had three shows on air. “The New York Times” featured her in the front pages and she was a celebrity overnight. She was pepped to be the next cover of “TIME”. It was all happening to her.
She was a debutante and she was drenched amidst the appreciations and accolades. She had done a course on journalism at Stony Brook .She had what it takes to be at the top and still brush the thought aside thinking that you still have a long way to go. Jennifer was tall, slim and she wore her Calvin Klein’s and Gucci’s. She sometimes even chipped in ideas to her dresses. She had the perfect figure and her blue eyes were very soft and appealing. She dressed in pastel shades and peach was her favorite color. She was fair in complexion.
Her sitcom writing just happened. She was doing theater and writing for performers at clubs and well one day her lucky stars hit the right spot and she was suddenly on top of the world. She had great communication skills and she could take on anyone for a debate and she was one smart kid. She had that hunger to go on. But everything was lost now. She did not want to live anymore; she had lost the meaning and the reason to live. She was not happy though for all the success she had gained and the laurels she had earned.
To put it short, personally she was unhappy. Her life had taken a roller coaster ride through the past three months and she was completely lost. She was more like a zombie. The events of September 11 had something to do with it. She was upset. All the glitter and glamour no more mattered to her. She had no one to share it with. It was nothing to her now. She just wanted to get away somewhere. She had stopped writing and the producers were worried as the show was losing its rating as the re-runs continued.
“Why is she so late?” Joe started again. He was highly impatient. He sounded very tense.
“Cathy is never late. She’s always on time. I dunno what‘s taking her so long!” he went on.
“Stop it Joe. I can’t take anymore of your nonsense. She’ll come when she comes. So you just shut up and sit down or just get the hell outta here”, and so the episode ended.
“Catch the next episode to know the reason behind Cathy’s disappearance”, the voice over was getting the attention of all the viewers.
“What crap! Switch off the television. I wanna get some sleep man. I’ve gotta show tomorrow”, Pete yelled out to his roomie Allen.
Jenny, everyone called her so, reached her apartment. She checked her mailbox and was surprised to find a white envelope without any sender’s address.
To be continued...
“Cathy is never late. She’s always on time. I dunno what‘s taking her so long!” he went on.
“Stop it Joe. I can’t take anymore of your nonsense. She’ll come when she comes. So you just shut up and sit down or just get the hell outta here”, and so the episode ended.
“Catch the next episode to know the reason behind Cathy’s disappearance”, the voice over was getting the attention of all the viewers.
“What crap! Switch off the television. I wanna get some sleep man. I’ve gotta show tomorrow”, Pete yelled out to his roomie Allen.
Jenny, everyone called her so, reached her apartment. She checked her mailbox and was surprised to find a white envelope without any sender’s address.
To be continued...
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