From 47150510a97491765a55c255595c33ce082a6932 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: pallavsen007 Date: Thu, 13 Oct 2022 15:46:40 +0530 Subject: [PATCH] added the first story --- short_stories/2022-10-13-Foreign-Exchange.md | 72 ++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 72 insertions(+) diff --git a/short_stories/2022-10-13-Foreign-Exchange.md b/short_stories/2022-10-13-Foreign-Exchange.md index 8ce32a0..3ef9dd8 100644 --- a/short_stories/2022-10-13-Foreign-Exchange.md +++ b/short_stories/2022-10-13-Foreign-Exchange.md @@ -4,3 +4,75 @@ published: true --- ## This is my first short story which I had written as a undergraduate + +The fan was swinging to its full extent, when Heinrich Wilmut and Abhinash +Borah sharing one cigarette in their University hostel, Heinrich breached on the +topic of the most attractive girl of their class saying “Where is Subasna from?” +mispronouncing her name(“Xubaxhona”) every time in his Austro-German accent. +Abhinash replied curtly, “Diphu”. Heinrich took the last puff and discarded the +remains in the makeshift ashtray of an old cup, and said thoughtfully, “I must meet +her”. + +Much to his class-friends’ astonishments, Heinrich was a carefree guy, roaming +around the streets of Tezpur all alone bargaining with the vendors of Chowk +Bazaar. Yes! It was not even a month he had landed in Indian soil from Austria, he +learned the art of bargaining even though the language barrier was there, and hand +gestures were enough for them to strike a deal. And on these Sunday outings, he +always used to go to Ganesh Ghat after shopping for retreat every time using +Navigation app to locate it. + +It was only about a few weeks in the university, he already felt homesick and was +longing back to go back Graz, his hometown. He was on a foreign exchange +program to the university. He took a flight from Graz to London, and then from +London to New Delhi and from New Delhi to Tezpur by train. It really was an +excruciating journey; he never had travelled so far in his 24 years of life. + +He didn’t strike any considerable friendship with anyone leaving his roommate +though he was always busy with his fanatic computer games. One day when he and +Abhinash were in their room after dinner, Heinrich said, “I want to make friends +with Subasna, I like the way she does her hairs but every time I try to greet her to +have a small chat, she finds some excuse or other to abandon it”. Abhinash was +well aware of the culture of that part of the world from where Heinrich belonged +and was also aware that he knew nothing of Indian or Assamese culture. Abhinash +was quite sure of the fact that much of Heinrich’s assumptions of India and Assam +were based on few Bollywood movies he had watched back in Graz. Abhinash +tried to console him by saying that “This is India man! Moreover this is Assam! +Here people of opposite genders do not socialize that often unless they’re married +or in some way related to one other. Let’s hope she runs out of excuses and spend +some time with you”. + +The very next day in class, Heinrich tried stealing glances of Xubaxhona and was +making keen observations of her outline. She was dripped in sweat, which he +found to be ecstatic. Her long hairs which were wet, as she didn’t get time to dry +them before class, did the magic spell to him. Her small eyes with lesser eyebrows +unlike most of Indian girl were pleasing him. She had resemblance to women he +had seen in Chinese or Thai movies. It seemed as if his fantasies were coming true. +This Mongoloid girl was driving him crazy. Her name and address reeled through +brain throughout the evening, “Xubaxhona Sonowal from Diphu, Karbi Anglong” + +Later that evening, he confessed to his roommate “I want to hold her and keep her +tight by my chest”. To which his friend revolted, “Do you have any idea what you +are saying? It is not possible! Why are you thinking to bring troubles to her and +yourself? She’s a decent girl and hails from a very decent family”. Heinrich +replied, “So what? No one ought to stop their inhibitions. I must confess my +desires to her!” Abhinash unable to persuade his friend mildly protested, “This is +Assam not Austria”. + +The next morning when Heinrich reached class late due to a hangover as he had +more beers than his usual quota, he found that most of them were gone. However +to his delight he saw Xubaxhona in much beautiful attire than usual, was coming +towards him. He greeted her “Hey, Subasna how’re you doing? It’s great to see +you, you seem hardly finding any time to have a chat with me”. She said that she +was waiting for him and inquired about what had obsessed him to come late. They +both had a lovely time talking with each other and laughing at each other’s jokes. + +Later in the evening, when both Abhinash and Heinrich retired to their room, +Abhinash inquired about the piece of thread in Heinrich’s hand to which Heinrich +showed off to him saying that “See this is what Subasna gave me today, she tied +onto my hands! We both had a lovely time together. I felt like suddenly I had +friend-zoned her”. After listening to Heinrich’s exploits of the day, Abhinash +explained to him that it was the very day of Rakhi Purnima and the event being +called Raksha Bandhan when a sister ties rakhi to her brother, eventually the +brother promising to protect her. Slowly when the real part of the story dawned +upon both of them, they both started laughing to their heart’s content. Heinrich felt +as a brother he ought to protect her by holding her near to his chest.