The French Window

A very bright and sunny Morning to you all! I know its early to be writing soemthing but my mind works more after a great morning workout! Yeah! The adrenaline got to work! So here is another excerpt from my 'perfect' life.
Enjoy!

   Contemporary dance always had my heart racing. The moves, the way dancers used to feel the music and then create an art piece on the dance floor. I could connect to this dance form.

Back in school, I Would long to attend those summer dance classes by some amazing choreographers.
Life was simple. St Stephens was my Alma mater and school days were the best! Sunday's seemed sad and boring for a kid like me who simply adored going to school, unlike my graduation days (attendance was something I struggled with during MBBS where my college was barely 20 steps from my hostel). I danced through the best years of school life until the time when I had to get serious about my future. We were supposed to choose our subjects for graduation school, subjects which would help us shape a 'better' future. I can not forget the reaction my father had when I asked him if I could opt out of science and math.

It was a Saturday night when I finally gathered courage to talk to my dad. My father has been a very difficult person to deal with. With a challenging father and 5 siblings to deal with, he had become stubborn and difficult. A year after he married my mum in 1987, he decided to go against my grandfather's wishes and moved to Chandigarh. With a bachelor's degree in hand and absolutely no English language skills, he managed to find himself a decent paying job as by then he had an add on responsibility of me, with my mother and rent of that one room of a house. That room was rented to Dad by one of his distant uncle so he hoped for going easy on the rent. Least did he knew then that money comes first. So yes, he struggled a lot and became thoughtful. He did not say much to me over dinner but I could hear him as ma talking in soft voices later that night. "Arts? Is y I worked so hard that my daughter opts for being ordinary? Really? Who are her friends? Who does she gets such advice from? I am disappointed" . Not just these words, I could also sense the dejection in his tone.

Ma echoed his feelings when she told me next morning that dad could not sleep much last night and so skipped his morning walk. I was getting late for school but managed to pay a visit to his room where I found him gazing outside the big French window(me and my father have this thing for big French windows,have always had them in whichever house we lived in). He always does that, even today. Whenever he is in deep thoughts, he just sits in his bed/chair and stares out the window with that frown turning into worry lines and his face turning blank. Blank. That is what I could see on his face that day.



He saw me standing at the edge of the door, shuffling my feet, trying to say ‘’good morning’’.
‘’Papa, tomorrow is the last day for submitting our choice for the subjects. Do u think I will get a decent tutor for Physics? Biology and Chemistry I think I can manage but Physics, might give me a tough time.’’And there it was. The feeble smile which came after a sigh of relief. He was relieved that I did not end up being ordinary. ‘’come, sit here with me for a while.’’

That’s how I chose what he wanted. As ‘if not for myself, I should think about my family’ as what wrong have they done to me? Was that a correct decision? Was I happy then? Am I happy now? Well, you got to read what comes further to know the answers to these questions.

Love!