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*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* CHAPTER 1 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
Part 1: https://www.tellyupdates.com/swaragini-story-begins-introduction/
Part 2 : https://www.tellyupdates.com/swaragini-story-begins-prologue/
SHIMLA: MUSIC SUMMER CAMP…
After the sunrise, at the end of aarti, children start going out in small groups after taking benedictions… a beautiful girl in yellow embroidered kurta on a blue shurdar, her long black hair assembled in a gracious one side braid and her wide big eyes, black framed by a pair of glasses, were focused on the prasad she’s carrying in her opened palms, her small nose retracts smelling some uneasy scents and before she realizes, she crashes in another girl who was running from somewhere… they both scream falling on the ground.
“- can’t you see in front of you when you’re walking!!!!”
The second girl shouts sitting on the ground pressing her back painfully, in denim overalls and plastic boots, her messy silky black curled hair covering most of her face can’t hide the anger in her black eyes.
The first one sits searching for her glasses, she puts them on shouting back:
“- ME!!! It’s you who were running blindly like a mad girl! How… WHAT’s THAT ODOR!!!…. AAAAAH!!!!”
She screams seeing her pick up a big fish and a fishing rod from the ground and stands up backing off from her holding on her nose about vomiting!
“- kya hua? It’s just a fish!”
“- AAAAH!!! Don’t touch me, Bengali!!!!”
“- Oh God, Marwadi!!! It’s like if touching you was my life’s dream!”
Glaring at each other, they are about fighting when two responsible arrives separating them.
“- what’s going on here, you both!?”
“- madam ji! This Bengali was menacing me with that thing!!!”
“ME!!! Madam ji! This Marwadi has crashed on me like a rocket and is liar!…”
“- ME LIAR!!!”
They starts fighting again, the two educators separate them holding each one of them behind her back…
One of them admonishes the girl considered as the model of education in the whole camp:
“- Swara!!! How dare you? What are those manners… I’ll call your parents!”
“- but Trishna-ji, it’s not my fault, I was joining the others for breakfast when she arrived from nowhere with that thing in her hands!…”
The other responsible holds on the second girl’s ear scolding her:
“- Ragini! What have we said about going the river without a responsible adult? You want me to call you parents!”
“- but Mina-ji! It’s not like if I was on its banks, I was on the solid stone bridge that…”
“- that can be very slid when it rains… ! and ARE YOU ARGUING WITH ME!!!”
Ragini closes her eyes in pain showing her tongue, Mina ji frees her crossing her arms on her chest giving her a dead look, she holds her ears and says:
“- sorry Mina-ji, I’ll not go there alone another time, promise”
“- it’s not from me that you’ll have to ask sorry but from your friend, Swara”
“- MY FRIEND!! This…”
At her angry glare, the small girl pouts looking to the soil and approach her comrade holding her ears again saying:
“- Sorry Swara… I really didn’t mean to scare you with the fish”
“- it’s ok!”
Trishna ji asks Swara with a severe tone:
“- you have to say sorry too… Ragini isn’t from your culture but it’s not a reason to consider her like an enemy…”
Swara looks up to her elder then join her hands saying:
“- Sorry Ragini… didn’t mean to hurt you”
The two responsible smile and ask them:
“- now, a shake hands”
The two girls make a step back their eyes wide opened in revulsion.
“- Swara! Ragini!… chalo… shake your hands!”
The two girls holds her hands behind their back refusing clearly to obey…
“- but Trishna ji!! Her hand is… she was holding her fish…”
“- and I don’t shake hand with a person who doesn’t accepts others!!!”
“- I have no problem with others, I don’t bear your manners!”
“- who are you judge me!?… did I say something about your perfect future bahu’s model”
“- it’s always better than your messy vagabond’s look !!!”
The two camp’s responsible sigh in frustration it has been the same daily problem since that two girls came a week ago… separately they are model girls but together!!!
As usual, they finish in the director’s office… but today he takes a final decision…
KOLKATA: MAHESHWARI MANSION…
Ragini finishes the aarti offering prasad to all family members, Annapurna and Durga Prasad give her their benediction smiling, Ram uncle salute her politely but as her usual, Sujatta aunty takes prasad without a look to her. Seeing her going away she looks on absent mindly, Laksh’ tickles her playfully making her frown… she turns away giving prasad to Adarsh bhaiya and Pareneetha babhi. When they let them alone, Laksh faces her having his benediction too, he frown too noting that she’s still not looking to him.
“- kya hua, Ragini?… did I do something?”
She looks up to him feeling guilty about his worried gaze, she puts down the plate and hugs him landing her head on his chest saying:
“- excuse me Laksh’, it’s not you… I’m just…”
He folds her in his arms tightly caressing her hair:
“- you’re still upset about that nightmare…”
She nods silently:
“- you’ll never change… our laddoo is already a young demoiselle and you’re still a baccha!”
“- I don’t know Laksh’… I’m not feeling well about that summer camp, why did you send her there? She has never slept out of home since her birth!”
“- Ragini, laddoo is too closed on herself, she has to see the world out of the walls of that mansion or badi… you’ll see nothing can happen with Swara there!”
MUMBAI: A SEASIDE BIG HOUSE…
“- Swara babhi?… you ate nothing at all?”
A maid in uniform clears the dinner table from the not touched plates. For all answer, Swara smiles kindly to the middle aged woman.
She stays there for a moment, the vivid images of her nightmare are hunting her. “Images” isn’t really what it’s about, it’s more the feeling of chocking, drowning… dying… yes, a feeling, a killing feeling of terrible event!
Sighing, she decides to get out of her silky pink dressing gown she’s still in and put on her respectable lady’s outfits.
After a second shower in hope to clean off her morose ideas, she chooses a long blue long dress embroidered with white shining pearls, sitting in front of her mirror, she puts on her makeup, her assorted earrings and necklace… she brings her hand to a mark on her front side… a sequel what hunts her nights.
Tears pearl at her eyes looking down to a little girl framed photo… her malicious shining eyes and wide smile make her smile too, she caresses the sweet little face whispering:
“- I miss you, Shona!”
A man’s voice in her back replies:
“- So you miss your Ragini and not me… princess!”