Jana Pehchana Ajnabi (A Shivika Story) Part-1

My First Attempt At Writing Something,, I have just tried to pen down a normal thought in the form of a story that came across my mind while talking to one of my friends. Lets see how this ends up. Do let me know if it is not good enough. Here goes part 1 of my story!

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14^th august 2012.. 4am..

A girl was completely lost in her diary. Her hands were busy penning down her deepest thoughts and her craziest dreams.

“Nikkiiiiii??? What are you doing Nikki?” A voice had fallen onto her ears. She was sure of it yet she was so involved in her work that it made her unable to answer back.

Once.. Twice.. Thrice the voice kept coming but her dedication and love for her “Work” took away her capability to respond.

“Nikkii??? What the hell are you so busy with?? I appreciate your concentration level but not answering your mom is so not acceptable.”

Her mother yelled at her while shaking her. Anika came back to reality and smiled at her mom. “Mom I was just doing some work. I am sorry I was unable to listen to your voice. ” Her mom gave her an understanding look she knew it must be something important and went away after giving her an ultimatum to sleep.

Anika was a girl living in her own dreamland which she had built on the basis of love and that love was now touching the boundary line of her sanity. Yet her love for her man was so peaceful for her soul. It provides her immense pleasure and a reason to put a smile on her face behind all odds.

She was a girl who had filled her heart with the love of a person who will enter her life and be her husband. Her heart was beating for a person to whom her parents will provide the heavy responsibility of taking care of her.  It might be surprising for others but she was deeply in love with that unknown person who will be her husband someday.

She would talk to her “future hubby” by means of her diary as his existence was a question mark for her right now. Yet she had already filled her heart with his love. Love for her future husband. She had named her diary as:

“Jana Pehchana Ajnabi”