Naamkarann: Lost Identity

*London 2017
Ananya observed the rain, whilst sat in comfort with warmth and shelter, the raindrops pelted against the top of the window and quickly trickled down. Whilst staring out the window, Ananya caught a look at her reflection. Her big brown eyes were staring back at her and her bouncy, naturally black, curly hair lay on her shoulders. It’s funny how I look nothing like mama and bhai, like they picked me up from a store in India, she thought.
Teacher: Miss Ananya Gupta, Ananyaaaa! Am I interrupting you?
Ananya: No, sir. Sorry, sir
Teacher: Right then, shall we get back to studying then?
Ananya: yes, sir.

*After class
As Ananya and her best friend Sneha walked through the halls of their university something caught Sneha’s eye, she bolted towards the notice board and unpinned a piece of paper.
Sneha: Ananya! Look! Our university is taking a trip to India, our India.
Ananya: and..
Sneha: we have to go!
Ananya: no way, mama would never let me go. You know, she doesn’t even like to talk about India, she’d freak out if I told her I wanted to go, that to without her.
Sneha: oh come on Ananya, just think about how fun it’ll be. The school year is almost over, our holidays begin the day after tomorrow and we could be spending them in India. At least try to convince aunty.
Sneha is only 5”4 in height, has a petite frame and a quiet voice. But don’t let that fool you because when she looks at you, straight in the eye, with her death glare locked in, there’s no way you can refuse her; NO WAY.
Ananya: Okay fine, I’ll mention India to mama, if she’s in a good mood, I’ll talk to her about the trip. OH NO, look at the time. I can’t be late today.

*at home
Ananya opens the door, drops her bag and follows the smell of the food straight to the kitchen
Ananya: Mama, I’m sorry I got a little late
Umaya (mama): come on beta, you know it’s your papa’s birthday today and that we always eat his favourite food together on this day.
Ananya: I’m sorry (holds ears)
Umaya (mama) It’s okay, go call your bhai
Ananya: (shouting from the bottom of the stair) Tarun bhai, come down
Tarun immediately runs down the stairs to joins his little sister and Mama at the dining table, where all the food is set.

At the dining table, Ananya can’t help but notice how much Tarun bhai and mamas looks resemble each other. The both of them have sea green eyes and light brown hair, a complete contrast to Ananyas’ features.
Ananyas’ POV
It’s been 12 years since papa passed away, 12 years since we shifted from Mumbai to London. Yet I still don’t remember anything about the first 8 years of my life that I spent in Indian; no memories no stories, no photographs-nothing.
As we all sat and had dinner, mama and bhai shared pleasant stories about papa. I’ve always been jealous that, as bhai is 4 years older than me, he remembers our childhood in India. I slowly mustered up the courage to change the topic.
Ananya: Bhai, why don’t you tell us a story from when we were in India?
Tarun: There’s just so many to chose from
Umaya (mama): Tarun, Ananya enough talking. Quickly finish your food

Ananya’s POV (in her bedroom)
As soon as I mention India mamas mood changes, she tenses us and a sadness appears on her face. I shouldn’t have mentioned it, I upset Mama. I’m just going to tell Sneha I won’t be able to go on the Indian trip. Where’s my phone?
Tarun, with visible tension and stress on his face, slowly walks down the stairs and through the kitchen door, where mama is cleaning the dishes. He stops for a minute and thinks about how he’s going to talk to mama about this topic. He takes a deep breath in and taps her on the back
Tarun: Mama
Umaya: Yes, Tarun
Tarun: Niel called… from India. He told me that Dadu isn’t well. Dadu needs us maa
Umaya: I can’t.. I can’t go there, you can’t go, we can’t take Ananya
Tarun: Okay mama, I understand it’s hard for you. I’ll go by myself and don’t worry about Ananya, I’ll tell her I’m going to visit my friends studying in Spain, for the summer, she’ll never find out the truth we left behind in India. Right now one of us needs to be with dadu.
Umaya: okay
Umaya’s POV
It’s like life is trying to take me back to face my past, the past which I ran away from, the past which I’ve been running from all these years. How do I explain this to you Tarun, who knows what’s waiting for you in India, because even you don’t know the full truth.
Ananya’s bedroom
*calling Sneha
Ananya: come on, come on pick up
Sneha: hell….
Ananya: Sneha, my family’s keeping a secret from me
Sneha: what?!
Ananya: I was going to call you to say I can’t go on the trip to India, when I realised I left my phone at the dining table. As I picked the phone up, I overheard Bhai talking to mama; he’s going to India to meet our dadu. I didn’t even know I had a grandad in India. And that’s not all of it, he’s going to lie to me and tell me he’s going to Spain because I can’t know the truth.
Sneha: So what are you going to do, now?
Ananya: I’m going to find out the truth, by going to India.

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  1. Pintumintu_penguin

    Woah this is really amazing I’m loving it ..

    Keep going

    #S mehta

    1. CoffeeandStories

      Thank you soooo much

  2. Fenil

    Loved it
    interesting dear
    can’t wait for next

  3. Wow nice.

  4. It’s not good
    Bekaar story Hai
    Sorry for bad comments

    1. CoffeeandStories

      That’s okay, constructive criticism is always appreciated. Let me know how to make it better

  5. Great eps.What a mystery?A change from all the ff.Thanks for that. Twist n turns are behind of it.I know.Post next soon.As usual ZAIN U ROCK MY JAANU.

    1. CoffeeandStories

      Thank you so much

  6. Interesting episode..update ASAP 🙂

    1. CoffeeandStories

      Thank you for the appreciation

  7. Loved it…it’s amazing

  8. When will you post next?

    1. CoffeeandStories

      Hopefully soon 🙂

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