There was some story contest in our company and i decided to send in a story too .. the topics was given to us and i chose the below one :) .. and the lines in BOLD wre also given along with the topic (there wre 3 topics with 3 BOLD lines each) .. and in case u wre wondering if i won, naaa ... :) the story got selected for the top 25 entries .. but i didnt win a prize .. so, guess thats enough .. now for the story ...

My Tryst with Destiny.
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"Papa don’t preach"
But he did not seem to hear me.
"This is not the first time I have got this complaint. And he's not the first person to say so either. This must be the last time 'm to hear such things from anyone. One more complaint and I am taking away your vehicle forever... blah blah blah" – he went on.
"Confiscating the vehicle will not mean i can’t manage to borrow someone else’s or smuggle my own" – I, usually when in my most-rebellious mood, feel like screaming at Papa. But i knew when i needed to keep my big mouth shut. So I just stared at my painting hanging on the wall above the fireplace which Mama had loved so much that she hung it there in spite of my bro's threats that he won’t enter the hall if the painting is hung. The reason he hated it so much was, i actually had tried to capture him and my puppy playing in the garden but it turned out to be something better than them both.

Back in my room, i tossed my bag on my bed and climbed on my favorite spot, the broad window sill. I had been driving fast and one of my father’s friends happened to see me just then and called up Papa about it. And that was the reason for all the preaching by Papa.
"Anoooooooooooooooooo .... Cal for yaaaaaaa" – my brother Vicky
"Yeah cominggggggggggggg ..."
It was Nikki – Nikita – my doctor sis. She wanted me to pick her up at the hospital. I grabbed the library books that i had to return, pulled on my jersey and hunted down my vehicle keys. It was raining and I raced through the street before papa got to the window and saw me speeding away.

Raindrops kept falling on my head
as I stood waiting for Nikki. She was attending to a kid who had fallen down the stairs and broken his leg. Nikki was such an adorable person and standing there in the corridor with raindrops falling on me, i felt so grateful that she was my sis. She saw me looking at her adoringly and smiled and I waved back. I walked up to her room and told her i would return the books and be back before she was done with the kid and left her to care for her little patient.
As I drove to the library thinking of her and Vicky and Papa, I suddenly felt guilty for being the black sheep of the family and slowed down. I decided to drive in a reasonable speed and having made that decision, i felt good inside. It was then, when i was filled with all reformation thoughts and happy days that lay ahead ,flashing thro my mind in a slide show, that i felt sudden sharp pain course thro my body. I heard screeches of brakes and voices cursing the drunk who crashed into my bike. Someone explained to the crowd that had gathered that t'was a drunken lorry driver who had crashed into a kid’s bike. Papa's voice sounded far away admonishing me about driving fast. I wanted to tel him 'i didn’t drive fast Papa’. But I lost consciousness.
When i woke up, I saw Nikki, tears streaming down her cheeks. I wanted to ask her a lot of questions ...questions like, did papa know bot the accident and did he know it was not my mistake or that i was driving slow like he told and that I had vowed never to drive fast or .. .. .. I saw everyone crying. I felt someone tugging at my sleeves. But I wanted to see Papa , talk to him.

And at last I saw him with tears in his eyes... I have never seen Papa cry, not even when Mama passed away. I wanted to hug him and comfort him and wipe away his tears .. I wanted to thank him for all the sacrifices he had done for our sakes. I wanted him to know that t’was not my mistake and lot more…. I wanted to be sure he was not angry with me. Suddenly I heard papa telling someone that he knew his daughter was not at fault. A huge burden lifted off my heart when I heard that and my heart felt light. And now I didn’t mind the angel - who had been tugging at my sleeves - Leading me to the stairway to heaven.