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A dialogue

Aditi looked in awe at the colourful masterpieces around her at the gallery; different hues suffused together to form lovely imageries. Rakhee, her protégé, was certainly talented; a deep, wistful sigh escaped her, taking her by surprise. Was she envious? She wondered, afraid to look for answers within.

“Wasn't it true that it was she who had introduced Rakhee to the world of painting? When did her apprentice, then, surpass, her, the guiding force and light behind Rakhee’s success?”Aditi bemoaned.

“Shhh..don’t think that way! It’s not right to feel resentment against genuine talent. In a creative field, someone will always be better than you” chided her friend.

“But, why me?” Argued Aditi, upset with the miss goody two shoes, ever-right mate. “I work hard too. Why is that I have to struggle so hard to reach where Rakhee is now?”

“It’s not fair..” she continued her rant, forcing her companion to withdraw into an uncomfortable silence.

 “Look at her, busy with all the adulation. She doesn't need me anymore.” The rant now tethered at the border of a self-pitying sermon.

“…or is it me? I've always been an average achiever, never aimed for the skies, so the dust is what I get, isn't it?” the sermon now reduced to an inaudible whisper as tears pricked Aditi’s eyes and she slunk away from the crowd that didn't seem to notice her absence.

“Perhaps, you still need to polish a few corners of your talent…perhaps, you are very close to where you need to be…don’t give up yet” Aditi heard the same voice, albeit low and unsure now, the one that belonged to the same righteous friend who never knew how to shut up.

Sometimes, the friend didn’t know how to console Aditi, who in her opinion, needed to hear a few hard truths but wasn’t ready to face them, yet.  Aditi was good at her work but always sought motivation from outside rather than from within. As long as the outside factors favoured her, Aditi, remained focused on her goals. Any blow to the precariously balanced self-worth ultimately damaged her spirit and confidence. Aditi had nick-named her miss goody two shoes and never saw eye to eye with her, yet she was the first person Aditi sought to confide in. Such dialogues between them were not uncommon.

“Sigh! These conversations were getting repetitive.” the friend was losing patience. She even considered deserting Aditi, leave her to destiny. But, how could she, she was her alter-ego, her shadow after all.


Linking this to the Light and Shade Challenge.


  1. This was GREAT! I had no idea of how it would end, which surprised me when I read the ending.

    Not only that, it's a good lesson for ME as I could see myself in Aditi:~)

    Also, it was an excellent and very clever take on the picture prompt!!!

    An enjoyable and self-reflective read. Well done.

    1. Thanks a bunch for such a wonderful comment, Sara. Nothing is as gratifying as appreciation from fellow writers :-)
      It is a lesson for me too, Sara. Aditi is not entirely a fictional character :-)

  2. That last part was unexpected. We doubt ourselves and our true worth, causing us to be jealous. Self pity is never the answer. Her alter ego knew how close she was to achieving her dreams...
    Good one :)

    1. Yes, when our self-worth becomes brittle, it becomes easier for it to break and often we seek to shift the blame outside. Thanks, Red :-)

  3. Brilliant take on the prompt, I was staring at the prompt for long but then got distracted for a lack of idea. This was awesome :)

    1. Thank you so much, Keirthana..this was a spur of the moment idea :-)

  4. Brilliant Uma...Wonderfully penned.. Enjoyed reading!

    1. Hey Vinitha, thanks a ton for the appreciation. Makes me glad <3

  5. Interesting! Love the ending. Great twist.

    1. I'm glad you liked it, Ashley, thanks :-)

  6. Lovely one Uma! Very insightful analysis on a person's thinking and funcitoning could've been written for me :D

    1. Vibha!!! where art thou? I'm missing all my old readers, y'know..:-( yes, when the person is none another than self, the analysis would be bang on, right? ;-)

  7. Very nice take on the prompt, Uma. We are our own worst enemies and our own best friends. We need to decide who we should listen to. Well done!

    1. I wish I could decide always, Shailaja! thanks :-)


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