Anjana CD Stories

My name is Rohan, 30 years old, working in the sales field in Mangalore. I am single, 5’6 inches tall, with an average build and wheatish complexion. My aim was to move to a bigger city where I could get better and bigger opportunities. Hence, I applied to a lot of companies in cities like Mumbai and Bangalore. I was called for an interview at a reputed concern for the position of Senior Sales Manager. The package and perks were attractive, and I was sure that this career move would make a positive impact on my otherwise mediocre career. I traveled to Bangalore a day before for the interview. I took a room in a small hotel close to the interview venue. I reached the rather swanky office, where a receptionist greeted me and took my details. A few minutes later, I was escorted to a discussion room where I was supposed to be interviewed by the Head of Sales. As usual, the wait was longer. With nothing to do, I walked out of the room into the corridor, which was noisy. I could hear a woman

Please read the previous parts to understand this story click on the name of previous part to read it  My Journey: New Start Part 2 The morning of the performance began quietly, a peaceful silence that seemed to hold its breath with me. I woke up early, my heart thudding in my chest, excitement mixed with nervous anticipation. The sky outside was still a soft gray, touched by the first light of dawn. I could hear my mother moving about the house, the subtle clinking of metal and the occasional rustle of fabric as she prepared everything for my transformation into a Yakshagana artist. Today was more than just a performance—it was the day I would step onto the stage alongside my father, the man whose passion for Yakshagana was the heart of our home. I wanted to make him proud, to show Arun Sir that his guidance had not been in vain. After breakfast, which I ate quickly despite the fluttering in my stomach, I made my way to my mother’s room. She had turned it into a dressing area, and the

Please read the previous parts to understand this story click on the name of previous part to read it  My Journey: New Start The days following Ajay Sir's cancer diagnosis were a struggle for me. I tried to immerse myself in my studies, knowing the 10th board exams were looming, but the heavy sadness clung to my thoughts, making it hard to concentrate. Every weekend, I attended Yakshagana practice, which became a rare source of solace and joy. Over time, my skills improved, and soon, the exams were behind me, leaving me with some free time as I began exploring college options in Udupi and Mangalore. But as the days passed, Ajay Sir’s condition deteriorated, and he was admitted to the hospital. My parents and I visited him, and the doctors somberly informed us that he didn’t have much time left. My father and I were heartbroken, the news weighing heavily on our spirits. When we returned home, I noticed a tense atmosphere. My father had committed to performing Yakshagana at an import

Please read the previous parts to understand this story click on the name of previous part to read it  My Journey: Annual day 10 Final After the annual day was over, I slept soundly, feeling relieved and happy. Sunday arrived, and since I had no plans, I let myself sleep in. When I finally got up, I took a bath and then went into my mother’s room, still wrapped in my towel. When my mom came in and saw me, she asked with a smile, "Why are you sitting here in your towel?" I replied, half-joking, "Where is my saree?" She laughed softly and said, "The annual day is over, and you don’t need to wear a saree anymore." Her words reminded me that the exciting event was really over. I went back to my room and changed into my regular t-shirt and shorts, but a part of me missed the feel of the saree. It had been so comfortable and felt special. After breakfast, my father had already gone to the studio to practice Yakshagana, leaving the house quiet. I spent most of th

Please read the previous parts to understand the this story, to read previous story click on the story name  My Journey: Annual day 9 Monday arrived, just five days before the annual day. Our principal announced that there would be no more regular classes, and from now on, we would focus only on practice. Our teacher called our group and took us to the auditorium. She told us how the show would start, who would go first on stage, and how the others should enter afterward. We practiced hard until lunch. After lunch, the principal gathered everyone and informed us that the rehearsals would now take place on stage in the exact order as the annual day. This was to make sure everything would run smoothly. The whole school gathered in the auditorium. First, the primary school students performed, followed by the high school students. Our performance was scheduled last as we were in 10th grade. When it was our turn, the girls in our class went first. Then it was our turn. I felt a wave of ner

Please read the previous parts to understand the story properly its continuation on previous part and to read the previous part click on the name -   My Journey: Annual day 8 The practice went on for one week. I was spending my days in school as a boy and my evenings at home dressed in different sarees, adorned with various makeup styles, hairstyles, and jewelry. It became a habit, and slowly, I started to enjoy it. Each day, I would come home, head directly to my room, and then to my mother’s room to get ready in a saree. I began spending more time in front of the mirror, and my mother observed this change in me. It was Saturday, and I woke up early, took a bath, and wore my uniform. When I came downstairs, I saw that my mother was still sleeping. I glanced at the calendar and realized it was the second Saturday, a holiday. I was about to go back to my room to change, but then I had an idea: why not surprise my mother by getting ready on my own? I quietly went to my parents' room,