Today, write a post with roots in a real-world conversation. For a twist, include foreshadowing.
Her heart beat so loud and every nerve of her body felt the blood being pumped at an alarming speed. The air conditioner in the car tried to cool its occupants down but the situation didn’t let it. Priya’s dad parked the car near the sidewalk and she waited for him to turn towards her and break the silence.
In a voice that showed utmost control over his anger, he began “Who is this boy? What’s your relationship with him?”
“His name is Prem and we like each other.” She replied meekly.
“Where did you meet him? How well do you know him?” He inquired further.
“We were in the same high school and now in same college. I know him quite well.” She replied softly trying to keep her shiver down.
“Is he nice?”
“Yes, he cares a lot about me.”
After being quiet for a while, he spoke again “Priya, I am quite concerned about you and the state of your heart. These emotional relationships aren’t easy, every time you walk in one and if it doesn’t work, they take a piece of your heart away. This boy that you seem to like so much these days, is he worth it? Will he take care of you? I am going to let you decide this as you know him better than me, but dear, I don’t want you hurt in the end” he said the last sentence being protective of me, and then asked again “are you sure?”
“Yes Papa” she replied. Her hands clasped together in her lap with a ball of hope and faith, dreams and wishes. With a will to prove that his concerns will be uncalled for and she will be happy.
Its been eight years to that conversation, reclining back on the sofa, she recollects this conversation and tries hard to subside her thoughts. In her thoughts, her mind tells her ‘may be Papa’s concerns were right’. She doesn’t wish to dwell on this further. She gets up to get herself busy.