The Moment Of Truth [#ShortStory]

The irony is that most of us as teenagers and young adults, find it hard to be entirely truthful to our families. Why?

Sana looked at me, her face covered in worry and doubt. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I want you to know I will always love you. And you are perfect as you are.”

She hugged me, kissed me lightly on the cheek and walked away. She knew I needed my space now.

Everybody dreads this. I smiled to myself. Our society teaches us that our family is our biggest support system, based on trust, love, care and support. The irony is that most of us as teenagers and young adults, find it hard to be entirely truthful to our families. Why?

Why did it become so hard for me to tell my family that I am special and feel this way? I am in love and I feel as if I have done a crime. The next irony is that the same society has made me feel so.

Time’s up. I had reached my home. I had assured Sana that I would call her the next day. And if it doesn’t work out with my family, I would leave home because I was tired of living a double life, which was what I had been doing for five years.

Once inside, I saw my dad, mom, elder brother and uncle seated at the dining table, chatting and sipping tea. I sighed. I embraced my heart, sat down and spoke my heart out.

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The next day Sana and Anna woke up to the sounds of thunder roaring across the Mumbai sky. “You know, rains mean good news,” Anna said thoughtfully.

Sana’s phone rang. She picked up and listened quietly. She kept the call after few minutes. “You are right. I am going to meet my in-laws today.” Sana wept in joy and hugged Anna.

And Sana cried more when she was united with Zoya again at her house.

Published here earlier.

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