This short story is participating in Write Story from Picture India 2012 – Short Story Writing Competition.
Code: WSPI-2012-01
Photo credit: cepolina.com
I grabbed my mug of coffee and sat in the balcony.
I was planning to do my favorite timepass again.
I started setting up my favorite thing.
A camera.
It was, it is and it’s going to remain my favorite thing in this whole world.
I smiled as I remembered the day I had got my first camera.
“Guess what, sweetie? It’s your birthday gift.”
I was so excited when Dad had given me the camera.
I couldn’t stop taking photographs of everything.
But my favorite site was me.
I wouldn’t stop taking photographs of myself.
I had felt like, I had the best photogenic face.
Well, it wasn’t just a feeling.
People around also said that I was just… beautiful.
My feelings grew stronger and stronger day by day that I was beautiful.
And I started preparing in the right direction.
I had my family’s support.
Even there wasn’t any financial problem.
I had started taking a training for modelling.
My goal was clear.
I wanted to become a super model.
People said that I could even join a bollywood.
Well, that was a second career option.
But my major goal was modelling.
As I said before, I was in the right direction.
I entered in a model hun contest as a huge favorite and I was able to win that as well.
Soon after that, I started getting modelling assignments.
And pretty soon, I was a super model.
Like I always wanted to be.
Everybody who I loved, was so happy for me.
I felt like all of my dreams had become true.
I felt like I could never ask for anything more.
That’s when he entered in my life.
He was a struggling actor.
He wasn’t as successful as me, but he was a nice guy.
He said that he loved me.
And I realized that he was what I was missing in my life.
So I told him back that I loved him,too.
I indeed loved him.
So much.
But we got in a fight that day.
Couple in love always fights, right?
But he had lost his temper.
And before I could stop him, he threw an acid on my face.
That was enough to change my life drastically.
The police arrested him, but it didn’t matter anymore.
I had lost my identity.
I had lost my face.
I had lost my beauty.
I would never walk on a ramp, which was my most favorite thing.
Well, second most favorite thing.
So here I was.
In United States.
Taking treatment to get my face back.
Well, I’ll never get it back.
But doctors are trying to make it look decent at least.
I look like a monster at present.
But that wouldn’t stop me to do my favorite thing.
Taking photographs of myself.
I completed the set up of camera and it started clicking automatically.
I do take my photographs, but even I am too coward to have a look at them.
But even that wouldn’t stop me from taking pics of mine.
Because old habits die hard, you know?
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