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Experience is the best teacher, it could be of high price sometimes!

well,, may be I(rose) will change soon,, as u said if Mr, Joe bacomes my teacher,,,, dekhate jaooo, may be u r wrong...

yes u r right,, i will try to apply ur valuable suggestions in further parts of story..
i appreciate them,,

Joe became my nearer fren so soon. He was so good looking and and kind person I found, we used to talk for a long time in phone and share everything. But we didn’t meet as I am afraid if he leaves me after seeing me. He was on his 39th but never married. He was quite interested to marry and settled down with family but he didn’t find yet, he said to me one day. He was frank and fonding of intellectual relationship instead physical. He said he used to have lots of girl frens and he himself agreed that he was not bad guy. He told me so freely that he had not got any permanent girlfrens because anyone he fetched up, those were always so looser. He described himself as attractive cause he slept with so many girls and even the girls knew bout he was so flirty, they wouldn’t say no to him.

I didn’t like his way of living as he said he can impress the beautiful girls in single glance, and I tried to give up the relation before we meet but he never talked about me so nasty. Indeed I started to like his way of talking not love him though. I wished to see him but he never requested me to meet him. He accepted me as his intellectual fren. He was college teacher, maths teacher and I was not good in math neither interested at all. I got new subject to think about. Whenever I shared the things with my mum, my mum used to encourage me to get him in my fist. My mum started to think me as burden of her life, whereas I thought she could never live without me.

One day, I passed by the college he teaches, I tried to ignore but my inner willing enforce me to get in and meet him. I knew the class which he uses to taught. The door with half wooden and glass in middle, transparent, was closed. I could see inside, whats going on. I peeped in but he was busy with the teaching stuffs. I started up and down in the corridor, he didn’t see look at me. I was being restless and trying to draw his attention but my ideas seemed to be failed at all, ok, no more, my mind spoke, u r ridiculous Rose, concentrate on ur business, as u know he is so handsome and he can attract any beautiful girls and u know what Rose, even if he gives u attention, he might want same relationship with u what he used to have with girls, cause he is perfectionist… I was confused now. Ok then lets go.. I was about to go,, and I heard from back…… ROSE!!!!!

Oh hi!!, he looked more handsome than on the picture he sent me. Are u looking for somebody? ‘Yes! My fren came with me, she is gone to meet her teacher, so I was just walking around to see the college’. Oh great, I was thinking of you since this morning, I met u, how long u will be? ‘ well, may be 5 or 10 mins’. Its ok then, I am busy at the moment, I will call u tonight. ‘ummm ok!’ and I escaped so soon, thinking bout him all the way and nothing in mind. I was not loving him but I didn’t know why he came to my mind so frequent with freshness. He called me that night, we talked quite a long time. I was thinking he wouldn’t call me after he had seen me. But I was wrong. We kept on contact. But its not enough for me, I wished to meet him but I wanted the first step from him. He was not offering me any visiting.

Mum knew bout all my behaviours and the changes on me. she asked me one day, does he love you? ‘I don’t believe in love that goes with physical attraction, we are good frens and that’s it, I don’t think he loves me’. so did he ever try to tauch you? ‘no’. did he ever like your way of talking or anything relating you? ‘no’. ohhh so the beauty betrayed you again. I looked at mum. What a silly old lady…..? she doesn’t understand except male-female relationship. But she was beautiful,, yes wrinkles around eyes created a bit unusual gesture, othewise, oh,, really sweet smile, beautiful lips, brown but sparkling eyes, I didn’t want to look at her. Sometimes I thought I am not her daughter, why didn’t she give me a bit of her beauty.

- Hi anjana ji .. may be I am in too hurry to reply .. or put a comment .. The story outline is really nice ..
But at some points I guess you are running too fast or not being to descriptive .. and at some points being too radical .. Especially when it comes to the talks with mum .. .. thnx ..

.. btw .. when is the next post coming

[quote=anjana;12946]well, nice to hear that someone is there to help me. i wud definitely say u if i need help.


thanks. just trying but......


thanks!!!
but its feeling of a girl harrased from social life.... even with personal life...[/QUOTE]


Those who keeps runnin' shy from a life always keeps runnin' and get harrassed...wait.. stand still for a moment.. and view the world from your perspectives..it may appear beautiful and diverse...where you find someone matchin' yur choice..... I dont understand why girls think apparent beauty is all and everything boys look on them...

your continuation to the story is good as earlier..but I agree with Kabi_jui particularly in this context..... " The story outline is really nice ..But at some points I guess you are running too fast or not being to descriptive .. and at some points being too radical .. Especially when it comes to the talks with mum "...keep on bringin' more Anjana..

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thanks for comments, i cant imagine now, i used to bahave with mum, but she still loves me,, may be thats the cause that, i cudnt describe the situation more properly,, but i will try in further episodes,,

well, i am trying to get the right track on for story,, will post soon, hope for some more suggestions.

well, the world is not full of those fool women, but i picked the charecter that might make u think like that. and i really dont beleive in external beauty but the condition is making me to do so,, thanks though, will try to change myself.........

We kept talking in phone. Surprisingly he never talked about others except his courses, students and life and dreams those are so logical. He was being so formal for me. We talked about lots of intellectual things and used to discuss about the lots of topics which never comes to love and affairs and sex. It was already six months and we didn’t meet till then. He never asked me and I never tried. Well, inside me, I wanted to go for dates, well not exactly date but get some lonely times, only he and only me, shout on each other, discuss with high pitched sounds and make lots of noise. But I didn’t think it will come true one day. I was same and that he was I guess cause I never seen him then after. Whenever he gets drunk, he used to talk about the girls he met in his life and how he used to treat them. And when we talking about those stuffs, I will be like very obedient child, hear and hear. That makes him think that I don’t like those stuffs and really I don’t.

One day, I and mum were having coffee in one of weekend. Mum just ask, if I loved him, ‘mum, if u have not think like that, dad never been left u’ I was so rude with mum sometimes and mum gets hurt. She wouldn’t say anything. And I don’t know what she will be feeling. One day, mum picked the phone of Joe. Mum just started, well Rose is quite busy this week, why don’t you take her out for a day, u know, its just not nice visiting for you friends but it will make her refresh as well. May be Joe felt ashamed that day, he didn’t tell anything to me but he sounded a bit mind off that time. He asked me if it’s possible to meet him that week, I said well!! Ok if you want it. And we fixed the date for next weekend. I told mum, oh god graces, she seemed more excited than me,, she was happy at all and told me, shall we go for shopping to choose dress for that day? She wanted me to go as a model to meet him. But I never wanted to be freak.

Next day, mum took me to shops, which dress u wanted? But I was quite conscious about money, I dint wanted to spend a lot. I had a dress, purple top with laces on back, a bit open in front and sleeveless, comes down to waist but shapes the body and stripes falling down from the sides, looks pretty but not sure on me, well, has some sparkling stars on the bottom of dress and the collar shape is rectangle. And matching skirt, fitting to hip and umbrella stripes down, and some sparkling stars on bottom of that frock, I wasn’t sure about the day I will wear that dress, but I bought it because my mum wasn’t ready to leave me. Mum knew I can not be attractive at all but she wanted to try. She used to suggest me to use lenses for eyes, because my brown eyes absolutely seems meaningless. Mum told me once, whenever she used to look at me, she felt like she was looking at dead stars, those never sparkles, never seemed to be sparkling. Oh…… its never ends if I talk about mum, she was awful.

Saturday!!! The alarm went on ’trinnnnnnnnnnn’, oh shame; I couldn’t get up so earlier in weekends. I moved my hand everywhere in search of watch everywhere in table. But it was still ringing. I opened my eyes so hardly; mum was standing there with that alarm clock. Oh mum…… she was really stupid; she didn’t have to go to office, didn’t have to deal with loads of client and didn’t have to be tensed all the times. She was relax and happy with life, staying in home, saying me to do this and that, and interrupting my every minutes. And she didn’t want me to stay in bed one day, all day. What’s the matter now? I asked so rudely. She answered, its Saturday my dear.. ‘So……’. So? So u had date today, do u remember, ‘mum don’t be silly, its in the evening’, its ok, but u are absolutely not ok to go out, it will take time to make u ready for that. Oh god,,, if I wished god for life then I would pray for this lady and would say in my reincarnation, make me mum and make this lady daughter… she was forcing me to do her wills,,,
By the way, I got to wake up according to mum, had shower in cold morning and had coffee after that. Mum was telling her plan for the day, but I was just pretending to hear her. Well, go to beautician and make hair straight, and get some nice wig for evening, put lenses in eyes, see some high heels, get done eye brows and have some face massages, look for some eyes shadows and some bangles for hands, pearls for neck, well she wanted to buy purple one, buy some nice gift for my friend. She was suggesting me not to laugh, just give a smile without opening mouth, well she liked to put purple lipstick on my lips for evening, get shaved my hands and legs….. Blah Blah. Oh god, hearing that plans for a day, I felt it like monthly budget that’s necessary to tell but un-necessary to hear or do whatever you want.

I went to room after coffee saying mum that I have to finish some office works before go out. Mum tried to stop me, but I was her daughter, she couldn’t like I never could stop her from talking, speaking…. In the afternoon, weather seemed so bad, it was snowing heavily. It was a bit windy in the evening, I was happy for weather that I didn’t need to go out for preparation. I stayed home chatting with mum, talking about her youth, her affairs, and her married life before and after my birth. In the evening, snowing stopped but it was still cold windy and dribbling of rains. I decided not to go out that day. Around 7 pm , Joe rang me, he said that he was waiting me in the pub, half an hour drive from my home. I explained him about weather and told we could arrange again, but he stuck there in pub as he already booked the table and paid for it, but he didn’t want to give me trouble, so he said if I cant come that day then, he will stay a bit longer and go home cause the pub is not going to give his money back.

Finally, I prepared my mind to go out, mum strengthened my hair and clipped up the wig that she used in occasion of her marriage, she tried to sort out my eye brows but couldn’t make any difference. She was still forcing me to go to beautician saying it will be quick. But I refused to do that, as one day he needed to see me in my real face. I just can’t be with two tongues. Mum gave up saying me lastly. I had the dress that mum bought for me. It was really nice dress, all purplish. I put some bangles from my stored ones and had a nice diamond necklace and matching earrings. Mum looked at me as I been ready, and said me, oh, u looking gorgeous!!! I felt like that’s real and ask mum to get one picture together, just to see, how beautiful am I after full make up in compare to mum. I got camera and arrange auto timed click,, and stood with mum along the walls. Camera flashed up. And I felt so proud that I could be beautiful sometimes. I looked at myself in mirror so many times while phone rang again. It was Joe, told, he was feeling so bored being without none.

I just couldn’t get out with that dress, all the back showing, all the hands showing, all the legs showing and all the neck showing, I tried to put some nice overcoat on, mum was trying to explain something but I didn’t want to hear. At last, I found one and put that on and rushed out. Mum was shouting, take your coat off while u meet Joe, give smile a bit frequent between talks, show interest on him, move your hands according to talk to attract them, don’t stand up so many times in order not to show your fatty body……….oh shut up.. I went like that and came to street so quick. I was a bit worried about wig that may be I couldn’t manage those things, but it seemed ok till then. I tried to stop some taxis in the street but not any taxis seemed to be interested to stop for me. Finally I got one, and driven down towards pub…

Hmmm, Never knew u were a good writer... Nice one, Been reading it from some time now, waiting to know what happens next.

Thanks a lot for reading the post, this is why the hub's writers are still posting because we still want more to read...........thanks

He was there in pub and I met him, he looked at me and made his face so unusual. I surprised at him. i made my face so guilty like asking whats the matter, he said did u put some artificial hair? I surprised how did he know that, and ‘ummmm’. It was about to fall. Oh god, Jesus!!!!! I couldn’t say anything, I was angry for mum. ‘what you have done???????’ speaking inside heart and begged for two mins excuse, and before he said anything I run towards toilet. Upppsss, so smelly toilet. May be because of drunkers. Oh god and I stayed there for 10 mins trying to get my wig set up again, but I was not like mum, not exactly know how should I do. I didn’t feel to go out even from that toilet. Oh oh oh shit!!! Fall again, I had no choice, at last just took that off, put in handbag and put some powder on face and came out giving huge smile.

He didn’t notice what I have done with my hair, or may be he noticed and didn’t say anything. I was on complete new get up for me at least, but I had no comments from him, stupid man, well I can’t say like that, because he never talked about me personally before as well. That wasn’t first time that he just ignored me, but he was all nice, very smart and very gentleman. Well, sometimes he meets some girls whom he ever slept with, and he just used to talk with them as I am nobody for him. And after they just passed through then he didn’t use to talk about them. By the way, we had very nice chat that day, he told me about his childhood and I was like baby just listening and enjoying. He told about affairs and the girlfriends he made in his life and how he found them at the end of relationships. The thing he revealed new made me amazed. He wasn’t thinking to get married and he didn’t have any physical relation with any girls since couple of months well I could remember more if I say since he met me. Well it’s the different that he was looking for intellectual relationship, and he said he didn’t get that yet.

I returned home so late about 12:15 am. Joe came to drop me to my home. I tried to knock the door but surprised to see that it was opened. I entered home so gently so that mum wouldn’t wake up. I switched on the light in lounge and I nearly jumped on. Heyyyyy, its mum, oh mum!!!! I didn’t understand you. ‘What are you doing here???’ Mum didn’t show any expressions, came nearer and asked why did you come back so early? ‘Early??? Mum its nearly one now’, yes but I thought you might be a bit late or u know,, ‘mum!!! What do you want to tell?, I wasn’t having date with him, he is my good friend,, ‘ but Rose!!!, ‘Mum, sometimes I feel so bad to be your daughter, I am not beautiful but its not my fault, its your fault, why do you want to excuse from me??’ I nearly shouted. I never talked in such loud voice with mum, she wasn’t answering and kept mouth open and looked at me as I am not Rose but some unknown person. ‘I am sorry mum, but nothing, I sat down in the sofa nearby mum’, Rose, you are not burden for me, but you are already in your 30s and I don’t know how will be your life later, I don’t want you to go to your dad and ask for help after my death.

Mum touched me not with hands but with words. I felt crying, yes she was right. I am alone till then, but I don’t know how long it is and how my future will be, I lived with mum till then and never knew others so personally. Mum was trying to sale me in any cost well, its like sale, I am not in my charming age and I could say I never seen charming age for myself. Mum hasn’t seen Joe till then but she was trying to push me towards him. may be there is some nice thoughts with mum about me and him but she didn’t know him and trying to push and push me towards him. mum started lecture and I was speaking my mind with myself. What to do, shall I just stop mum and say, I am not interested on him or say he doesn’t think me as girlfriends cause he is more handsome enough for me. Rose!!! Rose!!!, she just scared me, ‘huhh’ Rose, are you understanding me, I don’t want to leave you alone after my death. I don’t want you to be like me after my death, I wish u to be settled your life before I die,,,,,,,,, ‘oh help me god’ I stood up suddenly and run towards my room. I shut the door so forcefully; I guess my mum must be terrified with me.

Yes!! I went in room but I was not able to concentrate what should I do next. I had very nice time with Joe but he even didn’t bother to say Rose!! You looked different today or anything else,no no!!!! I can’t love him, really I can’t. He would be looking at me if I would have been beautiful. But I know he was not suitable for me as he never respected girls, he played with them more often or may be always. He wanted a friend to discuss about his official matters and he found me. He must be happy to get me as friend. But why I was thinking of him? I didn’t love him. Neither, I thought I can be his, yes that’s the thing that I like him and like to be with him but I don’t like his nature, his past and his thinking towards girls. Oh god!!!! Give me mind to choose right thing. I was restless a bit, stood up and went down to lounge. Mum wasn’t there, I know she must be in kitchen, making tea for me, because she knew if I am in tension I would like to drink tea. Yes I was right, she was making tea and I went so nearer, she didn’t see me. I took my face just like touching to her ears and shouted so loudly, ‘I WOULD NEVER LET YOU DIE BEFORE ME’. AND I DON’T WANT TEA’, then again I ran back to room and locked the door. I don’t know what mum thought about me and how she was feeling right at that moment.

Day after, it was normal and lots of days passed with normal routine. Then after, mum didn’t talk about that and I didn’t talk with mum about that matter as well. I wasn’t feeling nice without talking with mum. However mum and I used to sit in lounge and talk about so many things like before during coffee or teas but she never talked about Joe then after. I wished her to start talking about him as well but it was previously my mistake and I never realised before. Anyway, I had very nice relation with Joe. He proved that we don’t need physical relation to be close with each other. We met so many times after that day, but I didn’t prepare myself like that day as mum wasn’t so much interested to make me nice and beautiful. It was my fault; I grabbed the authority to think about me from her. No, not exactly authority but I was stopping her to think about me, but she is mum, she needed to think about me, I am child and I could say anything unknowingly but she was aged and knew more than me, she needed to keep patient, she cant be angry with me. Well, she was, she was just like stuck somewhere in past and she was really angry with me.