The Mistaken Identity #WriteBravely

They were like two peas in a pod for the world, but in no one ever knew that they were like cheese and chalk.


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Leela and Layla were identical twins. Their parents dressed them up in similar outfits as it was easier for their mother to shop. Sometimes they did have variation in their clothes. Their clothes would be the same but the colour would be different. They could fool anyone and everyone with their looks. It was very difficult for their friends and teachers to differentiate. They would often end up fooling people with mistaken identities.  As they grew older they were still addressed as two peas in a pod. But the fact was that they were like cheese and chalk.

Except for the fact that they looked similar, they had nothing in common. While Leela was an intelligent student, Layla would barely pass. But she never had to repeat a class courtesy her sister. Layla was also the naughtier of the two. She was always up to tricks but would never face the circumstances because of her sister. There was a lot of chaos at school. Whenever Layla did something wrong she always blamed Leela for it. Things kept getting worse and difficult for Leela as they grew older. Leela always felt caged and imprisoned in her own body because of her sister.

After college Leela got a decent job and moved to a different city. She wanted to go far away from her sister so that even her shadow could not harm her. Layla was laid back and would often visit her sister even though she did not like it.

One night Leela heard a loud bang on her door. She was fast asleep and woke up in a tizzy. She scurried to the door and was startled to see Police. They asked her to show her passport. She was clueless as to what was happening and quickly went inside. She was back in less than a minute with her passport. The police who were addressing her as Layla were now sure that she was Layla. It was then that she realised that Layla had swapped their passports on one of her random visits and she had never figured it out.

When she reached the police station, her twin sister was already there with her passport. Leela had never thought that Layla could steep so low, as low that she would exchange their identities. Leela was angry and helpless. If she had her way she would have killed her sister right then. All the trouble she had gone through in school and college because of her felt trivial at this moment.

They had a few minutes to themselves. This was the first time that Leela confronted her sister. She had never said anything to her back in school and back in college. But today she demanded answers. She wanted to know why she was doing this and why each time she was putting her in trouble. Layla stood like a mute doll in front of her. She did not have any answers for her wrongdoings. Her eyes welled up with tears and she was ashamed to stand in front of Leela.

During interrogation, Layla broke down and committed her crimes. She had planned to act as Leela and in turn, frame her for her fraud. She had always felt that she is not as capable as her sister. In a bid to do well in her life she chose a wrong path. That day for the first time she felt that she had created a lot of trouble not only for herself but also for Leela. She cried like a baby and requested the Police to clear her sister’s name. Strangely, that day Layla felt free.

The function of freedom is to free someone else

For the first time, Leela also felt free as the cage of mistaken identity had finally broken. She could feel a sense of inner peace and tranquillity. She forgave her sister and wanted this moment to last forever where she was basking in her serenity…

I’m Writing Bravely for the Write Tribe Festival of Words – March 2019

Today I have tried to use all the 3 prompts: 

  • One word prompt – Serenity
  • Quote prompt – The function of freedom is to free someone else – Toni Morrison
  • Picture prompt

#writebravely #celebratewritetribe

Also Read:

4th March:  Forgiveness: Sign of Weakness or Testament of Courage

5th March: Miracles That Will Restore Your Faith

6th March: The Mistaken Identity

7th March: Nurturing The Most Important Relationship With Self

8th March: The Impact Academy

9th March: The Best Proof of Love is Trust

10th March: A Letter To The Unborn Child

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Shubhra Rastogi Written by:

Well, about me I can say that I am a certified dentist, healthcare analyst, medical writer and above all a mother of a 6-year-old. Most of my day to day activities revolve around her and she is my inspiration to start this blog. As a mother, I experimented with a lot of new things for my little one in a quest to find the best for her. I just want to share my experiences of being a happy and content mum.

12 Comments

    • Shubhra Rastogi
      March 6, 2019
      Reply

      Thanks, Sonia

  1. March 6, 2019
    Reply

    That’s wonderful! You have used all three prompts and weaved an interesting tale.

    • Shubhra Rastogi
      March 7, 2019
      Reply

      Thanks, Jyothi!

  2. March 6, 2019
    Reply

    Good use of the prompts.
    People can stoop really low. Stealing someone’s passport and identity is pretty cheap and more so as she’s her own sister…

    • Shubhra Rastogi
      March 7, 2019
      Reply

      Thanks, Anita. Just the thought of identity being stolen gives me creeps.

  3. March 6, 2019
    Reply

    Confession makes you feel serene and forgiving too…

    • Shubhra Rastogi
      March 7, 2019
      Reply

      Agree with you Madhavi. Thanks for visiting!

    • Shubhra Rastogi
      March 7, 2019
      Reply

      I am glad you liked it. Thanks!

  4. Anagha Yatin
    March 7, 2019
    Reply

    What a gripping tale! You blended all the prompts so well Shubhra, well done!

    • Shubhra Rastogi
      March 7, 2019
      Reply

      Thanks Anagha

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