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Doctor..jiska naam sunkr chote bche hmesha drr jaate h
Pr bde hokr uss doctor ki position smjh paate h
Doctor..jiske naam ka bchpan me the khel khalte
Orr bde hokr doctor bnne ke sapne dekhte
Doctor..jis naam ko sunkr hr koi proud feel krta 
Doctor..jo hmare body ke hr ghaav ko heel krta
Doctor..jo hr tym hmari bimariyon ki negativity se cover rhta
Orr hmari bdi se bdi bimari ko thk krne ki positivity se hme bhrta
Doctor..jo duniyan me duaayen paane vala sbse rich insaan hota
Orr sach khaun toh vo duniya me sbke liye ek alg misaal hota
Doctor..jisne yhn tk phuchne ke liye bhut kuch choda h
Kisi ki death ka gussa hmne hmesha uss pr fooda h
Doctor..jise bhgwan ka dusra roop khte h
Doctor..vo h jo hme nyi zindagi dete h

#Doctors#RESPECT the doctors#nojoto

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A night at causality - 
It was a smokey night. 
and road was without road light.
darkness encircled the road and silence mixed with it.
Suddenly a collision of two cars took place in a bit.
A 20 years old boy had been died in the accident.
Another one got a serious injury with some car dents.
Injured man was now in trauma centre waiting for a doctor.
But hospital officials were busy in their laughter.
His sister started to yell at them and asked for the doctor.
She threatened that doctor on phone to making his hospital sealed.
This threat worked and after 15 minutes that doctor revealed.
That doctor was looking in a deep sorrow.
He forgot his apron so he had to borrow.
As he entered into the trauma, all hospital was now in drama.
The drama of money and power.
But after his entry that drama was over.
He checked the condition of that injured man.
To make him feel well ,He did all the efforts as he can.
He instructed his apprentice to get ready for bone marrow transplant.
After dripping sufficient blood , bone marrow transplant took place.
That girl was abusing him but he was ignoring that disgrace.
Operation was successful and he saved the life of that man.
She wanted to thank him but he had been left the trauma.
Next day she read the newspaper.
It was showing about his brother accident and another boy was died in it.
She read the name of the father of that boy and after this she seized for a bit.
That doctor lost his son in that accident who saved the life her brother.
And that bone marrow was also given by his son, not by other.
She was now in a tears and regrating about her behavior with him.
And this regret made her eyesight to be dim.
She thought that she found a real god in a man.
She was in shock that no one could take his profession seriously as a doctor can.

Doctor #Nojotovoice #doctor

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Joke of the day There was once a little old lady and a little old man. They went ro the doctor and said" We want to have a baby.". The doctor said " Well will your age ot might not be possible." Thw pld couple said back to the doctor " We want to try anyway." The doctor aaid " Take this cup home and bring me a sample of your semen so I can run some tests.
The old couple came back the next day and gave the doctor an empty cup. The doctor said " Didn't you understand that I need a sample of your semen so I can run some tests." The olman said" Look here doc when we got home she did it with her left hand, she did it with her right hand. Heck she even did It with her teeth in and even with her teeth out." The doctor said " Well what seems to be the problem?" The old man said" Yeah, but she still couldn't get the cap off the bottle." #NojotoQuote

Having a baby.

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The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. 
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. 
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away.
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else.
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

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2 Years of Nojoto Can you write a short story on studying?

This question was asked to me on Quora which is a social media app for asking questions and getting answers

Read the answer below

PARVEEN

……………..

“What do you want to be Doctor or Teacher?”

“Dad, don't please….”

“Ha, ha, she is shy one. I am sure Parveen always wanted to be a doctor. I remember she used to come from school and play with plastic stethoscope. I have to be the patient”

“Dad, I was 7 years old then” (low voice)

“Your daughter is so good. You are really lucky one that way otherwise these days young people are getting more and more wayward. Western bad influence are coming in. Bollywood is another bad apple. I really worry for our daughters. I remember when we used to grow up, girls were used to brought up with much more discipline. We need to go back. I blame new generation of family for this”

“Yeah, you are absolutely right. We have now this new thing called secularism. More like an excuse not to be religious and to be indisciplined basterd like western children. Hey, Allah I pray to you”

Parveen was thinking while listening to this conversation between his father and his friend, “Shit. Only if father knew what I want. I want to be an actress. I want to be a model. I want to go to an European tour. But if he knows this then either he will beat me up or send me to marry some guy. Oh! I hate my life. I wish I can escape from here. I don't want to be a goody goody girl anymore. I have done that so far in my life. I always have been top of my class. I always did my homework. I am sick of it now. I want to do something wild and different now. I want to explore life. Oh! I so wish I could do this”

“Parveen, tell uncle, where do you want to study medicine?”

“Uhh….(pause)…New Delhi Medical Science College”

…………………………………………………………………………..

In that night-

“Hey, sis, are you trying to change from a goody girl to a bitchy one?”

“Arshad, I will smack you, where do you hear such nonsense?”

“Ha, ha, I know you sis which means rumours are true. You want to be a model”

“Shut up, Arshad. Dad will hear it”

“Relax, my dear sister, I am with you. Infact I am kind of relieved. Do you know how exhausting it is to hear every day, how great is Parveen, how good is Parveen, how smart is Parveen!?”

“Oh! I am sorry if my misery is so entertaining to you”

“No. You misunderstood me. I want you to be happy, sis. Please, I don't want to play that conservative cliche control freak muslim brother act. Wagh….”

“It's a pipe dream, Arshad. It's never going to happen”

“Please, you have a lot of options still. Otherwise imagine you wearing a burqa and married to an older man who have multiple wives”

“You are right, Arshad. I am complaining here but a lot of muslim girls would find even that luxury. Even becoming a doctor would sound to them as freedom. Atleast dad isn't one of those bearded mullah. But what should I do, Arshad?”

“Don't worry sis, I will help you but you need to tell me something. Are you comfortable with showing your skin infront of a lot of people? Because you have to do that. There's a lot of competition and hard work. Any insecurity could push you back down the ladder. Are you prepared to take that risk?”

“You know it's funny because subconsciously I always wanted to be a model actress. I always took care of my skin, hair. I ate right. I checked my figure. I don't know, I think I can do this”

“Okay, then I have a friend whose one relative is in one of those modelling agency. I can talk to them. You probably have to keep this secret from Dad. Your only chance here to get selected and then became self sufficient to be out of the grasp of dad and only then you can fight the back lash from dad”

“Oh! I am getting nervous, Arshad”

“Don't worry sis. I am with you even if dad isn't”

……………………………………………………………………………..

Two days later-

“Parveen, my dear, did you apply to college?”

“Yeah, dad, I probably have to stay in the college dorm room. Don't worry it's girl only”

“Still (with concern)…these days girls are such trash. I worry my dear”

“Don't worry dad (with concern inside), a couple of my girlfriends also will apply there. We will be living in a group. We are going to be all right”

“Still take your brother with you. I would have gone but I would be very busy with my business. Ramdan is coming”

“Yes, I will take Arshad. Don't worry”

……………………………………………………………………………..

One month later in some modelling agency-

“Hmm, height checked, bone structure checked, breast size, ankle size, thighs checked. Hmm, you need to do a lot of work…..what is your name again?”

“Parveen (with huge tension inside)”

“Ugh…. muslim……I hope your family is supporting this”

“Yes, ma'am”

“Who are you calling ma'am? Do I look like an old lady? Call me Jessica. My name. I am only saying this because we had this another girl whose family was against her joining the agency. They were unaware about her modelling activities. Once they knew they took the poor girl back home. Ufff. We don't need that drama. A lot of Indian girls are killing themselves to be here. So you should understand the significance of your position”

“Yes, ma'am… I mean Jessica”

“Ugh…still a lot of work to be done”

……………………………………………………………………………..

Two months later in the middle of a photo shoot-

Ring, ring……

“Whose mobile?? I will fire that person right now. I already told everyone that they should switched off the mobile. I hate this”

“Jessica…..ummm……it's my mobile”

“Your!!! Go, what are you looking at me? Go and talk. Don't waste time”

“Sis, dad is coming to your dorm room”

“But I am in the middle of a photo shoot”

“Really!! That's your concern right now??? Dad is coming to your dorm room and that is what is bugging you. Leave everything and come to your dorm room immediately”

“Jessica…. I have to go……kind of emergency…..dad is in an accident”

“NOOOO….just what I need…..go…what are you looking me for”

When Parveen was running pass the cameraman, she heard his low voice murmuring, “This is why I don't like working with fucking muslims…always drama”

Parveen felt bad but she didn't have the time to ponder upon this….

When she reached her dorm room, she was shocked to see her father was talking to guy who also went to the same college.

“Hey, Parveen, I was just talking to this nice man. He will be a heart surgeon. Hey, why aren't you wearing your head scarf. What is that are you wearing?”

Parveen realised that she forgot to change her clothes from photo shoot. Her heart was beating very fast.

She couldn't answer him…….she was spellbound

Suddenly, that young man probably looking at Parveen's face and assuming something said, “Sir, we have this policy to be sleeve less in lab. We had to wear a big lab jacket over that. Otherwise it's too warm inside. We had to be there for long hours. It's bad for health”

“Ha, ha, you will know, you are the doctor, ha, ha”

“Correction, sir, in the process, have not been yet”

“Ha, ha, what a modest young man. I like you”

“Thank you, sir. I am honoured”

He went away.

“You told me that it is only going to be girls only then why that young man is here?”

“It was supposed to be a last minute thing because of over population”

“Hmm. Someone needs to complain about this. Okay, I am not going to be here for long, I just happened to be near by because of the business, so I came to see you”

“Would you take tea?”

“Okay”

……………………………………………………………………………

Later that night-

Parveen saw that young man again.

“You don't really go to the medical College, isn't it?”

“No. How do you know?”

“I would have remembered. You are quite memorable”

Parveen was red face. She liked the flirting. Both of them started to talk and laugh.

……………………………………………………………………………..

One morning-

“Parveen, what is this? Why are your face on this billboard?”

Parveen was shocked and delighted (inside) at the same time, she realised that she was selected for magazine. She was finally about to get what she always wanted.

Parveen decided to tell everything to her dad.

As usual Dad couldn't accept that. There was a lot of shouting involved.

Parveen ran away from home while crying.

She met with Arjun Kapoor (that would be young doctor) and started to cry.

“Parveen, don't cry, you are grown woman now if your dad could not accept that then it's too bad for him but you can't sacrifice your passion for his whim anymore. Go be what you always wanted to be. I am with you”

“Thank you so much”

They kissed for the first time.

But things started to turn shit when she went to agency. She found out that she was infact rejected. One other girl was selected because she had darker skin tone which is a huge thing in modelling. Infact Jessica told her not to have any have high expectations from hereon because she has been too choosy for a muslim girl. And as a newbie that's not something good. She should consider other alternative.

Parveen felt like a hard slap on her face. She already wasted her college money on her modelling career. Her father would probably reject her now. She couldn't stand straight anymore. She fall flat on the ground senseless.

………………………………………………………………………….

When she woke up, she saw Arshad and Arjun was smiling at her.

Her dad also was present there with gloomy face.

“I am sorry, dad, you are right. I made a huge mistake. You should punish me”

“So then you are accepting your……ummhmm(looking at Arjun)……okay, your friend was telling me that you love acting. You know one of my investor has a movie studio on Bengaluru. He told me other day that he was looking for fresh face for a role. If you want I can talk to him for an audition”

Parveen was stunned.

“How…why….how?”

“Yeah, your friend convinced me otherwise. You are lucky to have such good friend. Parveen. He is a doctor otherwise I would never listened to any hindu. You are lucky, Parveen. Arjun is a very impressive guy”

Her dad had a slight smirk.

“Thank you so much, dad. You are the best dad in the world. I don't deserve you”

“Ha, ha, Yeah, remember that”

……………………………………………………………………………

An hour later-

“What did you say to my dad?”

“I said I wanted to marry you and he requested to me not to let you go ever”

“Hmm, who told you that I want to marry you?”

“Ha, ha, don't, I like independent woman”

(Both of them were laughing their heart out)

THE END

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Doctor..jiska naam sunkr chote bche hmesha drr jaate h
Pr bde hokr uss doctor ki position smjh paate h
Doctor..jiske naam ka bchpan me the khel khalte
Orr bde hokr doctor bnne ke sapne dekhte
Doctor..jis naam ko sunkr hr koi proud feel krta 
Doctor..jo hmare body ke hr ghaav ko heel krta
Doctor..jo hr tym hmari bimariyon ki negativity se cover rhta
Orr hmari bdi se bdi bimari ko thk krne ki positivity se hme bhrta
Doctor..jo duniyan me duaayen paane vala sbse rich insaan hota
Orr sach khaun toh vo duniya me sbke liye ek alg misaal hota
Doctor..jisne yhn tk phuchne ke liye bhut kuch choda h
Kisi ki death ka gussa hmne hmesha uss pr fooda h
Doctor..jise bhgwan ka dusra roop khte h
Doctor..vo h jo hme nyi zindagi dete h

#Doctors#RESPECT the doctors#nojoto

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A night at causality - 
It was a smokey night. 
and road was without road light.
darkness encircled the road and silence mixed with it.
Suddenly a collision of two cars took place in a bit.
A 20 years old boy had been died in the accident.
Another one got a serious injury with some car dents.
Injured man was now in trauma centre waiting for a doctor.
But hospital officials were busy in their laughter.
His sister started to yell at them and asked for the doctor.
She threatened that doctor on phone to making his hospital sealed.
This threat worked and after 15 minutes that doctor revealed.
That doctor was looking in a deep sorrow.
He forgot his apron so he had to borrow.
As he entered into the trauma, all hospital was now in drama.
The drama of money and power.
But after his entry that drama was over.
He checked the condition of that injured man.
To make him feel well ,He did all the efforts as he can.
He instructed his apprentice to get ready for bone marrow transplant.
After dripping sufficient blood , bone marrow transplant took place.
That girl was abusing him but he was ignoring that disgrace.
Operation was successful and he saved the life of that man.
She wanted to thank him but he had been left the trauma.
Next day she read the newspaper.
It was showing about his brother accident and another boy was died in it.
She read the name of the father of that boy and after this she seized for a bit.
That doctor lost his son in that accident who saved the life her brother.
And that bone marrow was also given by his son, not by other.
She was now in a tears and regrating about her behavior with him.
And this regret made her eyesight to be dim.
She thought that she found a real god in a man.
She was in shock that no one could take his profession seriously as a doctor can.

Doctor #Nojotovoice #doctor

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Joke of the day There was once a little old lady and a little old man. They went ro the doctor and said" We want to have a baby.". The doctor said " Well will your age ot might not be possible." Thw pld couple said back to the doctor " We want to try anyway." The doctor aaid " Take this cup home and bring me a sample of your semen so I can run some tests.
The old couple came back the next day and gave the doctor an empty cup. The doctor said " Didn't you understand that I need a sample of your semen so I can run some tests." The olman said" Look here doc when we got home she did it with her left hand, she did it with her right hand. Heck she even did It with her teeth in and even with her teeth out." The doctor said " Well what seems to be the problem?" The old man said" Yeah, but she still couldn't get the cap off the bottle." #NojotoQuote

Having a baby.

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The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. 
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. 
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away.
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else.
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

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2 Years of Nojoto Can you write a short story on studying?

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PARVEEN

……………..

“What do you want to be Doctor or Teacher?”

“Dad, don't please….”

“Ha, ha, she is shy one. I am sure Parveen always wanted to be a doctor. I remember she used to come from school and play with plastic stethoscope. I have to be the patient”

“Dad, I was 7 years old then” (low voice)

“Your daughter is so good. You are really lucky one that way otherwise these days young people are getting more and more wayward. Western bad influence are coming in. Bollywood is another bad apple. I really worry for our daughters. I remember when we used to grow up, girls were used to brought up with much more discipline. We need to go back. I blame new generation of family for this”

“Yeah, you are absolutely right. We have now this new thing called secularism. More like an excuse not to be religious and to be indisciplined basterd like western children. Hey, Allah I pray to you”

Parveen was thinking while listening to this conversation between his father and his friend, “Shit. Only if father knew what I want. I want to be an actress. I want to be a model. I want to go to an European tour. But if he knows this then either he will beat me up or send me to marry some guy. Oh! I hate my life. I wish I can escape from here. I don't want to be a goody goody girl anymore. I have done that so far in my life. I always have been top of my class. I always did my homework. I am sick of it now. I want to do something wild and different now. I want to explore life. Oh! I so wish I could do this”

“Parveen, tell uncle, where do you want to study medicine?”

“Uhh….(pause)…New Delhi Medical Science College”

…………………………………………………………………………..

In that night-

“Hey, sis, are you trying to change from a goody girl to a bitchy one?”

“Arshad, I will smack you, where do you hear such nonsense?”

“Ha, ha, I know you sis which means rumours are true. You want to be a model”

“Shut up, Arshad. Dad will hear it”

“Relax, my dear sister, I am with you. Infact I am kind of relieved. Do you know how exhausting it is to hear every day, how great is Parveen, how good is Parveen, how smart is Parveen!?”

“Oh! I am sorry if my misery is so entertaining to you”

“No. You misunderstood me. I want you to be happy, sis. Please, I don't want to play that conservative cliche control freak muslim brother act. Wagh….”

“It's a pipe dream, Arshad. It's never going to happen”

“Please, you have a lot of options still. Otherwise imagine you wearing a burqa and married to an older man who have multiple wives”

“You are right, Arshad. I am complaining here but a lot of muslim girls would find even that luxury. Even becoming a doctor would sound to them as freedom. Atleast dad isn't one of those bearded mullah. But what should I do, Arshad?”

“Don't worry sis, I will help you but you need to tell me something. Are you comfortable with showing your skin infront of a lot of people? Because you have to do that. There's a lot of competition and hard work. Any insecurity could push you back down the ladder. Are you prepared to take that risk?”

“You know it's funny because subconsciously I always wanted to be a model actress. I always took care of my skin, hair. I ate right. I checked my figure. I don't know, I think I can do this”

“Okay, then I have a friend whose one relative is in one of those modelling agency. I can talk to them. You probably have to keep this secret from Dad. Your only chance here to get selected and then became self sufficient to be out of the grasp of dad and only then you can fight the back lash from dad”

“Oh! I am getting nervous, Arshad”

“Don't worry sis. I am with you even if dad isn't”

……………………………………………………………………………..

Two days later-

“Parveen, my dear, did you apply to college?”

“Yeah, dad, I probably have to stay in the college dorm room. Don't worry it's girl only”

“Still (with concern)…these days girls are such trash. I worry my dear”

“Don't worry dad (with concern inside), a couple of my girlfriends also will apply there. We will be living in a group. We are going to be all right”

“Still take your brother with you. I would have gone but I would be very busy with my business. Ramdan is coming”

“Yes, I will take Arshad. Don't worry”

……………………………………………………………………………..

One month later in some modelling agency-

“Hmm, height checked, bone structure checked, breast size, ankle size, thighs checked. Hmm, you need to do a lot of work…..what is your name again?”

“Parveen (with huge tension inside)”

“Ugh…. muslim……I hope your family is supporting this”

“Yes, ma'am”

“Who are you calling ma'am? Do I look like an old lady? Call me Jessica. My name. I am only saying this because we had this another girl whose family was against her joining the agency. They were unaware about her modelling activities. Once they knew they took the poor girl back home. Ufff. We don't need that drama. A lot of Indian girls are killing themselves to be here. So you should understand the significance of your position”

“Yes, ma'am… I mean Jessica”

“Ugh…still a lot of work to be done”

……………………………………………………………………………..

Two months later in the middle of a photo shoot-

Ring, ring……

“Whose mobile?? I will fire that person right now. I already told everyone that they should switched off the mobile. I hate this”

“Jessica…..ummm……it's my mobile”

“Your!!! Go, what are you looking at me? Go and talk. Don't waste time”

“Sis, dad is coming to your dorm room”

“But I am in the middle of a photo shoot”

“Really!! That's your concern right now??? Dad is coming to your dorm room and that is what is bugging you. Leave everything and come to your dorm room immediately”

“Jessica…. I have to go……kind of emergency…..dad is in an accident”

“NOOOO….just what I need…..go…what are you looking me for”

When Parveen was running pass the cameraman, she heard his low voice murmuring, “This is why I don't like working with fucking muslims…always drama”

Parveen felt bad but she didn't have the time to ponder upon this….

When she reached her dorm room, she was shocked to see her father was talking to guy who also went to the same college.

“Hey, Parveen, I was just talking to this nice man. He will be a heart surgeon. Hey, why aren't you wearing your head scarf. What is that are you wearing?”

Parveen realised that she forgot to change her clothes from photo shoot. Her heart was beating very fast.

She couldn't answer him…….she was spellbound

Suddenly, that young man probably looking at Parveen's face and assuming something said, “Sir, we have this policy to be sleeve less in lab. We had to wear a big lab jacket over that. Otherwise it's too warm inside. We had to be there for long hours. It's bad for health”

“Ha, ha, you will know, you are the doctor, ha, ha”

“Correction, sir, in the process, have not been yet”

“Ha, ha, what a modest young man. I like you”

“Thank you, sir. I am honoured”

He went away.

“You told me that it is only going to be girls only then why that young man is here?”

“It was supposed to be a last minute thing because of over population”

“Hmm. Someone needs to complain about this. Okay, I am not going to be here for long, I just happened to be near by because of the business, so I came to see you”

“Would you take tea?”

“Okay”

……………………………………………………………………………

Later that night-

Parveen saw that young man again.

“You don't really go to the medical College, isn't it?”

“No. How do you know?”

“I would have remembered. You are quite memorable”

Parveen was red face. She liked the flirting. Both of them started to talk and laugh.

……………………………………………………………………………..

One morning-

“Parveen, what is this? Why are your face on this billboard?”

Parveen was shocked and delighted (inside) at the same time, she realised that she was selected for magazine. She was finally about to get what she always wanted.

Parveen decided to tell everything to her dad.

As usual Dad couldn't accept that. There was a lot of shouting involved.

Parveen ran away from home while crying.

She met with Arjun Kapoor (that would be young doctor) and started to cry.

“Parveen, don't cry, you are grown woman now if your dad could not accept that then it's too bad for him but you can't sacrifice your passion for his whim anymore. Go be what you always wanted to be. I am with you”

“Thank you so much”

They kissed for the first time.

But things started to turn shit when she went to agency. She found out that she was infact rejected. One other girl was selected because she had darker skin tone which is a huge thing in modelling. Infact Jessica told her not to have any have high expectations from hereon because she has been too choosy for a muslim girl. And as a newbie that's not something good. She should consider other alternative.

Parveen felt like a hard slap on her face. She already wasted her college money on her modelling career. Her father would probably reject her now. She couldn't stand straight anymore. She fall flat on the ground senseless.

………………………………………………………………………….

When she woke up, she saw Arshad and Arjun was smiling at her.

Her dad also was present there with gloomy face.

“I am sorry, dad, you are right. I made a huge mistake. You should punish me”

“So then you are accepting your……ummhmm(looking at Arjun)……okay, your friend was telling me that you love acting. You know one of my investor has a movie studio on Bengaluru. He told me other day that he was looking for fresh face for a role. If you want I can talk to him for an audition”

Parveen was stunned.

“How…why….how?”

“Yeah, your friend convinced me otherwise. You are lucky to have such good friend. Parveen. He is a doctor otherwise I would never listened to any hindu. You are lucky, Parveen. Arjun is a very impressive guy”

Her dad had a slight smirk.

“Thank you so much, dad. You are the best dad in the world. I don't deserve you”

“Ha, ha, Yeah, remember that”

……………………………………………………………………………

An hour later-

“What did you say to my dad?”

“I said I wanted to marry you and he requested to me not to let you go ever”

“Hmm, who told you that I want to marry you?”

“Ha, ha, don't, I like independent woman”

(Both of them were laughing their heart out)

THE END

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