New Dawn

By I. D. Bora

New Dawn is the debut novel of 15 year old,Indrani Das Bora. Things change: people, friends, love, life and even enemies, or should I say rivals. Metamorphosis is a part of this universe we reside in. Mostly because a pinch of change in relationships might end up changing our lives forever. And this is what the main theme of New Dawn is: Metamorphosis; that people change; from rivals to friends; from underdogs to bullies. But this is not like any other tale of friendship-tragedy-enmity-tragedy-help-friends forever. Nobody here actually knows the reason for one hating the other: neither I.D. nor N.B. (who are the protagonists). The novel mostly focuses on school life and its fancies, from bad friends to boyfriends, from underdogs to cool dudes. Through her minute observations Indrani embroidered in her novel the complexity, selfishness, competition and jealousy etc among the students which are at times indirectly insisted by circumstances. . New Dawn can be cited as a conglomeration of prose and poetry. Arranged into 20 chapters, debutant I.D. Bora show cases the unseen scene of a rival counselling another rival.New Dawn takes us to a roller coaster ride into the private, individual worlds two students of multifaceted qualities which is superimposed by some complex character that reveals deep insecurities and yet pave the way for forgiveness and reconciliation. New Dawn is a vibrant example of a simple, crisp and humorous plot being arranged in an innovative way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Jun 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781482822700

I. D. Bora

Indrani Das Bora is a student of St. Mary's Convent, Guwahati, Assam. Her interest in writing began as a fifth grader. New Dawn is her first book through which she hopes to become a writer and a teen sensation. In her exuberant, conversational style she wants to give writing a new direction. She is a blogger with a passion for Photography, art and singing.

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NEW

DAWN

I. D. BORA

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Copyright © 2014 by I. D. Bora.

ISBN:                  Hardcover                  978-1-4828-2271-7

                            Softcover                    978-1-4828-2272-4

                            eBook                         978-1-4828-2270-0

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Dedicated to:

All the teens with a belief that when rivalry meets

friendship, it surely has to bow . . .

To the teens who were underdogs as preteens . . .

To the ones unsure about their friends . . .

To all the teens with dreams in their eyes . . .

Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1   :   I did the horrible task again

Chapter 2   :   Sweet am I?

Chapter 3   :   She discovered a JEWEL?

Chapter 4   :   How great things are found in moments of despair

Chapter 5   :   Me, my best bud; she, her best bud, separated

Chapter 6   :   My Challenge!

Chapter 7   :   Survival of the fittest?

Chapter 8   :   World War III

Chapter 9   :   Combat over

Chapter 10   :   I turn serious, pessimistic and practical

Chapter 11   :   The Girl Brigade—Making of the band

Chapter 12   :   When the unexpected happens

Chapter 13   :   Life and after…

Chapter 14   :   Let’s talk about LOVE

Chapter 15   :   The Consult-me-if-your-friends-ditch bureau

Chapter 16   :   Path of the righteous

Chapter 17   :   The future, ten years later

Chapter 18   :   Metamorphosis

Chapter 19   :   How much do you value yourself?

Chapter 20   :   Happy Ending

Epilogue 1

Epilogue 2

Acknowledgement

Prologue

I sat staring at the gloomy clouds as a waft of mist gushed into my nostrils. I gave a vigorous sneeze: my entire body jerked and as my butts thumped on the bed, it shook. Ignoring that, I still kept staring at the clouds, observing them as they changed shapes and floated across the atmosphere. And even as I simply looked at them, my mind drifted to the many beaches I had seen in the movie-The Last Song. Everyone was going out of station. Akriti and her mom were leaving for Goa on the 21 st . Sandhya is going to Jaipur for some singing competition. Aliya went to Delhi. Pimple Factory’s visiting her uncle in Australia. And  . . . did I forget anyone else. Yes  . . . the great I.D. who’s staying at her home in Guwahati. Very funny!

I stared at the wall clock: 11:15am, it read. It has been just 3 hours since I have woken up and probably the most unproductive 3 hours. I peeped out of the window again. This time the glum clouds agitated me. Why the hell does it have to cover up the sunlight such that it left a depressing weather?

What are you planning to do now? mom asked entering my room.

Nothing I replied with a sly smile.

"That’s bad I mean . . . look at your adipose tissues it’s more than 6cm. you’re obese"

I am obese ever since my birth. I was full 4kg when I first cried on this planet. As I grew up, my weight improved: From 4kg to a full, crashing, 65kg.

That’s a fact mom I gave my famous lopsided smile.

C’mon you cannot have this cowardly attitude. You can go down and chat with your grandma

"I . . . will"

I would have done that without your insistence if:

1.   We didn’t have tenants who kept on yelling 24x7

2.   We didn’t have neighbors nearby who would often come over and leave behind their 3 year old granddaughter who’s full of tantrums

3.   If the weather was a bit sunnier

4.   If I was just a bit thinner than what I am now

5.   If I had good, amiable friends nearby

Yet I went down thinking I would light a bonfire and sit beside it along with my grandma, hoping that today at least today, that stupid neighbor of mine would not bore me with babysitting.

*

Everything went fine: the radiating bonfire, our chit-chat, the cinnamon flavored tea she made and the beautiful scenery created by the mist as it enveloped our garden . . . until, Mrs. Premlata Choudhury interrupted us. As usual, she held her three year old granddaughter by her arms. This kid, she looks so cute but I’m the only one who knows her true colors. Well everything else later, was nothing but worse.

*

I am reluctant to open my e-mail account. Why should I? Who will mail me when they are out enjoying? Who will know my dilemma?

Yet, I do it; same, old, no mails—a perfectly empty mailbox. I browse through my ‘friends’ list. Then I browse through my ‘blocked’ list.

N.B. tops that list. Actually, she is the only one there.

What to do? No fun. I wish I could soon have an adrenaline rush. But . . . wait I’m smart. Why not send a prank mail to my most rated enemy. But what if she has blocked me too? No she didn’t. I had to mail her for our Biology assignments four months ago. It was such a horrible task. I ought to get a bravery award . . . how about noble prize?

‘But what if she doesn’t reply?’ the pessimistic part of me reasoned.

‘So what? They say you should always give without a desire to get a return gift. And N.B.’s reply is no less than a return gift’ the practical part of me said.

‘What if you end up in trouble?’ the timid-me spoke.

‘Life without risks is a life not worth living’ the bold me contorted ‘Plus, if you fear the devil, you don’t believe in goodness’ And I pictured myself as an angel. What goes in taking risks as a ninth grader? Also, N.B. is no cannibal.

I gave a naughty grin as I clicked the compose button. N.B., here my mails come . . .

Chapter 1

I did the horrible task again

Dear N.B.,

(Note before: Please read this letter only if you’re NOT a heart patient, asthma patient, lung patient, kidney patient, mentally sick, psychopath, hypocrite, orthodox)

H ey rival. I didn’t make a mistake while typing the e-mail id. This mail is exclusively for you. Actually all my friends are on holidays. And half of them don’t have their own e-mail accounts. So you were the only one left.

How’s on? Scholastic year of 2012 has come to a full stop. But I’m still with a question mark. Why were we rivals? I don’t have an answer. So, I thought you might just do. Well… . how are your holidays. I’ve already forgotten the definition of holidays. My days are just being spent in babysitting, doing the dishes and clothes, eating, sleeping and doing nothing interesting. I just wish I could go for camping with my friends to a clear meadow with a river by its side. I’m being quite imaginative right? I hope your head’s not burning with fury. Take care it doesn’t erupt. Even if you’re bored, I don’t care. I just have to pour my heart out. And I’m determined to do so.

How was the beginning of the year? Mine was with me being selected the