Gala Days and Props E-Book

Chelsea Tripathi

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

When I felt low I didn't read a novel, I searched for the best part of the book; the favorite story, to take me in and fill me with all the riches it holds.

These are few treasures we cherish inside us and wish for our loved ones. But you cannot tell what will go down the memory lanes and change you as a person the sweet experiences of your life or the sour coincidences you regret. The Gala Days is all about the props used to get those treasures as gift, as memory or as resolution which shapes your life ahead. 

A short story collection with each individual uncovering the Props while deciphering the lanes of real and imaginary dimensions. Revealing a gem with each turn of page. I found my favorite among these, hope you'll get a story to treasure for time.

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Chelsea Tripathi

Gala Days and Props

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Rebecca and Alex

Visiting our old childhood days in memories and in conversations with friends can become quiet our habit but meeting childhood friend is something entirely different and more coincidental than anything else. Rebecca was keen on meeting her old childhood friend Alex, to ask him as grown up that in childhood did he ever wanted to in touch with her.

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She remembers those days, when they both lived in the same locality within a small 500mtrs road and brickwork. He was actually her neighbour, she used to tell anyone who would’ve asked.

They both were among favourite students of class and used to hang around a little more than usual lots. Their common interest the space and aeronautics, defence duties, dad's job and people dresses. At the age of 8 practising restraint and only talking the neccessary. Being brought up in conservative families they'd talk on the recent things told by their parents which they are following. 

Their mothers were amicable sharing similar background, knew each other from evening ladies circles and had bonded over daily waiting for their kids together after school time.

Sometimes when Rebecca’s mom wouldn’t have showed up they’d start walking together on their route back to the home. Rebecca would be looking for her mother, to avoid extra distance she would have to walk before realising  that the girl has already left. Thus walking separately,  but together she would be in close proximity with Alex, who'd be talking about the school to his mother and her. It felt like a family walking together. At the time of crossing road they would hold each other’s hand or if Rebecca’s mom would have shown up by then the girl would go alone to her mother. Her mother would slow down to catch up with the Alex’s pack. The chitter-chatter would start again with Rebecca telling her mom everything from the beginning. The two would happily arrive at their juncture. Rebecca’s house was first than the street at the corner of her house led to Alex’s house both of them were at end of the terminal.

Living in little world she had created for herself. Now, Rebecca has turned 21 and completed her higher education in a renowned university. With a small allowance made after completion of the degree, she hopes to travel back to the place where she used to live before getting transferred to this city of dreams which gave her more of experiences and conscience than memories.

The two were individually selected for a small kid sassy couple dance and practiced initially in two different dance groups. None of them were serious about anything as other’s were, she had heard her friend who was in the same group as Alex and she presumed was jealous of her without any reason; complaining one day in the lunch break that how her partner is such a dung; at this Rebecca too acknowledged that, “Yes! As this is first time for many of us, to dance in couples. We all had to practice more to perform well". But her friend again pointed out that it isn’t about the skill they actually are too shy to dance and would spoil the performance.

She was a bit unhappy when she came to know the other day that her friend’s partner, about whom she was complaining is actually Alex. The teachers who were teaching them the dance were undecided about pairs and posisiton. They paired Rebecca with a boy of section B who felt sick after two days of practice. Then, she was paired with a tall guy of her class who was good, confident and knew how to dance but the teachers weren’t happy with the two performing. So in the third and final round of selection Rebecca ended up with Alex, quiet coincidentally after parallel dance audition to be in the front row dancing on the tunes with him. It was beautiful to see them practicing together and being so graceful when other boys and girls were awkward or clumsy in presence of each other, the two would be dancing seriously and quietly. They never spoke to each other about the dance when going to home and nothing changed between them, still talking about usual stuff school and homework.

Rushing towards her first class ac coach with a small satchel and a travelling bag she boarded the train headed to Goa, her childhood awaited her. She had known a few places to travel alone. Relishing every moment, talking to strangers, young and old, children and toddlers were her favourite people, while she learned from elders, she inspired young girls. As she entered her coach she found a charming lady in her late 30’s as her co-passenger. After travelling for day and half she arrived at Goa’s Vasco-da-Gama station.

Just outside the station she took a cab to the old Goa of her childhood and the streets were completely different. To her astonishment nothing like what she remembered them like all were now guarded by high-end restaurants and hotels, complexes and malls, as she stopped to check-in the hotel, she was marvelled by the glossiness it had unlike the cozy-comfy feel Goa always had for her this was classy and luxurious. Her room faced the south-west on looking a swimming pool in the hotel hidden behind the cashew, betel nut trees. A smile lit her face as she remembered the betel nut tree behind her house which reached the second storey and often she would pluck guavas from tree beside it. Those guavas were her favourite and she would eat them alone with a bit of salt and red pepper powder just like the old vendors used to sell outside her school.

Being so close to her memories was delightful, she picked up her phone and called Rash that she has arrived, all her friends were waiting for her to come down in south but she had took her time to come back to this place. She went to the shower room to ease her nerve which had been working so hard since three days. She came out smelling of rose. Took out a neat pair of denims fitting her slender- slim body and white T-shirt folded to her elbows and tucked it inside, wore her heavy-sole boots and took her bag with water bottle, the dependent card in her wallet and walked down to the eating bay of the hotel. After a little snack she headed outside her hotel where the taxi was waiting for her.