STORY: IDENTITY DEATH

It was the summer of 2009; youth festival was being conducted at national level where students from different colleges participated in the events. Youth festivals are meant to be enjoyable, best part of college life.shreya is a very good mimicry artist and she is known for that almost every college is well aware of her talent, she participates in festival every year , now that was the last time she was going to participate as this was her final year. Now it was just a farewell from college life. kavita and shreya had been friends from last two years, from the beginning of the college days. No doubt they were good friends but kavita always tried to imitate her as she was very popular in college she was beautiful, talented, good natured so people loved her for what she was.

As usual this time even shreya was the winner of mimicry competition and nobody ever had doubts to that let it be imitating salman, saif or kareena she was excellent in her talent.  Marriage Proposals for shreya was just a daily story lot of guys were just her fans. On the other hand kavita too was a pretty girl but yes not as popular as shreya. After one year or so she started to get feelings that shreya always over shadowed her so nobody gave much attention to kavita. She was ok with this fact but slowly things started to change and she felt jealous inside. Imitating her was one thing kavita was doing from past few months so that she could also be noticed by people around her but things were just not going the way she wanted. She ignored all this and kept on living her life with hope that she would also be popular.

Kavita knew she has to spend more time with Shreya as both of them got placement in same company. It was an advertising company in Delhi itself, now competition is tougher when it comes to promotion part and incentives everyone wants to perform best to gain the maximum. Problem was again the same Shreya’s popularity, she was considered much talented, now this thing had started to get on her nervous. All she knew was she had to get rid of it but dint knew how?  After office time kavita went to her place and kavita gave a suggestion for going to a trip for few days as job has been hectic and she agreed to it to it. Next morning they started for Shimla, Shimla is near to Delhi and is also a good place to relax.

It was weekend so they only had to take only two days off from office, four days to relax was a good plan for both of them. By evening they reached Shimla . After long time they had such time together and both of them enjoyed the moment with full and soul. Days passed it was almost one week but none of them did not join the office nor did they informed the boss. Things seemed to be strange, phones were unreachable, no contact. No option was left except for waiting. Both the families were worried about their children. Finally after two weeks shreya was back but kavita was not accompanied by her. Her mom went to her place to ask “beta where is kavita?” she explained the matter “aunty she is no more her foot slipped from the hill and she died, I could not do anything to save her. Iam sorry.” All of a sudden there was mourning in the air everybody stood quiet without uttering a word. Her family was in state of shock.

Shreya joined her office again after a week. Everyone noticed a change in her. She never seemed to be her. Shreya was a changed girl and nobody knew the cause why? Things continued this way, as the time passed people started to forget the incident. But somewhere people had a question in their minds “why she seemed to be different?” two years passed and kavita had just become a memory. Shreya often visited her friend’s place.

Shreya decided to change the organization and she went to Gurgaon as she got a new job there. Things were just going fine but Shreya had started to remain quiet she hardly use to talk to anyone, remained in her own thoughts most of the time. Her family and boyfriend was really concerned about the matter but she never said anything claiming that everything is fine and they are not suppose to worry about anything. Shreya was going to get married to her love in next few months. Family was all busy is in shopping and getting everything ready for the occasion. Though she never took much of interest in any of the activities.

Only two weeks were left for the marriage. Everyone was excited; even kavita’s family was also invited as both of them were best friends. Shreya use to come late from the office, one day she just came back and went to her room without having any word with her family members. That was strange but they thought it might be work stress. It was late 2 in the night, and a sound grabbed everyone’s attention but what was it?

Family checked their daughter’s room and they found it. Now they knew why that sound. Shreya’s younger brother read a note which was laying on the bed it says “I want to be me, and this is not me. I never knew life can be so harsh. I was never shreya I could never be her. I tried all my life to be her but now when iam her I don’t want to. How can I get rid of this? Only answer I had was its not possible anymore. I became popular iam a known face but this is not me. You want to know who this is? This is kavita aunty I killed your daughter to be in her role. I wanted that love, fame everything that she had. I was wrong I don’t want this. But when I realized it it was too late, everything was gone too far and was not possible to bring it back. I killed kavita not shreya, she is still alive in me but all I see is “DEATH OF AN IDENTITY” I took two lives I don’t recognize who I was? Give my message to mom and dad that I love them and I miss being their daughter. doctors  changed my face but not my heart. Now I see what kavita had which shreya never had. I want to die as me. I lived as dead in front of my eyes all these years.i lack the courage to live anymore”

Both the families were not able to able to come out of the shock. But everybody knew nobody can love anyone more than themselves. Kavita just proved it right. Sometimes life can be challenging but its all yours.