This was one of the first stories I ever wrote...its rough around the edges...but is still dear to me:).I wrote this in 2nd semester...nearly 4 years ago..


She sat in a corner amidst many just like her. But there was something about her which would immediately catch your attention ,a feeling that she doesn’t fit.- an air which told you that she “doesn’t belong”. She had a carriage; a royal bearing which good breeding gives you…or may be it was just an aloofness tinged with sadness. Looking at her you felt that she knew the sting of not being wanted.She had the air of someone who was unhappy and helpless...someone who was caught in a wrong kind of setting! Nobody had ever bothered to throw a glance towards her .It was not as if she lacked in good looks.She was the prettiest of the lot..and also she had a class..her clothing spoke of it. Maybe she was a trifle staid in her pink and white covering…and in between flashy ones who promised an evening of adventure and thrill…looked dull, but pretty..she undoubtedly was. She had a keen look of intelligence about her and that’s what kept the men away.She sighed and hoped that some guy would pick her….she was even tired of waiting!she had so much to give and no one willing to give her a try!She longed for the touch of cool fingers, for limpid eyes to smile at the things she would whisper…for a heart to open up to her myriad feelings-she could tell him about first love, the coming of spring,the pain of growing up,of lost causes..of untold bravery and courage…

She was wise and she thought ruefully being wise was the last thing a man wanted from her!

She thought about the man who had bought her and made her suffer a life of hopelessness.He had brought her against his commonsense but she had suffered for it.She felt sad for him..as if she had let him down. Was it her fault that men preferred gaudy,racy stupid things to her soothing company?It had broken her heart when some guys had called her “ boring” without even bothering to know her first!

She knew they were wrong-of her own worth,she had no doubts…The guy who got her here was a bespectacled guy with a shy smile.He was the only one who had ever touched her…made her feel loved,though he was responsible for all her sadness.If she had been in the right place,she didn’t have to live a life of constant rejection..of having to stand the sneers of her inferiors!!!

Right now the slut beside her was telling her how a guy had slept with her in his arms…that he simply couldn’t let her go…bah!

She could never join in the conversations..as it always was about the exploits..of how many times they got selected ….they were nothing but tramps!

What do they know about a dreary life…where one waits for the love and attention one knows is not coming their way?

Only she knew how it was to sit in a corner,and watch your hopes die one after the other…day after day?

But what else could a copy of “Jane Eyre” expect in the library of an All Boy’s hostel ???