276. Racantour

 

Raconteur – A person who is skilled in telling stories in interesting ways

This term ‘Raconteur’ is new to my dictionary, but I have lived with this nature.

I am famous for narrating stories and even, at times, caricature.

Being a Raconteur has come to me like a blessing in plenty.

It gave me confidence and a pleasing personality.

Being a Raconteur secured me a lot of love and fame in my growing year

I had consistently secured prizes for my Raconteur presentations without fear.

When I was 10, a robber once came home with a weird scent.

He didn’t rob anything, but I narrated a story of this incident.

Also now, I doubt if he really came or if it was a false notion.

But I discovered my boundless imagination.

Police came to ask me, the only eyewitness to this scene.

I started narrating the story and had to repeat it times umpteen

In school too, when teachers used to ask each of them about activities done,

I said I confronted a robber and narrated the story with enthusiasm and fun.

Even before Drishyam movies, pav bhaji and 2 Oct were in the limelight.

My robber story was the talk of the class and bright.

Then I realised I could add a tail to even a one-sentence incident

and make it a story full of life.

My story begins with the robber coming towards me holding a knife.

His shadow appears in the window,

And dogs started barking " bhow bhow".

I went into panic mode as I screamed and my voice rose.

He put his hand inside the blouse.

At this stage of my story, there was a silent pause.

I said, “Chill, the blouse was his own,”

by which he had covered his face.

I ran behind to catch hold of the thief.

Then he ran away from the backyard and got some relief.

I could only get hold of this blouse and gave it to the police with pride,

As I continued my Raconteur side by side.

Police asked me for details on how he looked like

I gave a description in such a way that they even found a lookalike.

Then the robber pleaded with me to forgive his sin.

I sat in a bossy way, asking the police to forgive him.

Each time I told this story, everyone laughed more.

I used to enjoy this phase of being loved to the core.

Then I participated and won many extempore competitions.

I developed more on my Raconteur skill.

I can mimic anyone and capture the same gesture

So in school, I used to be entertaining, with a smiling and loud nature.

During my job interview too, my Raconteur nature and joviality gave me grace mark

I was told that my smiling face and speaking ways would never go dark.

I feel good representing my team or firm

and giving talks and taking tours.

A skill that needs to be polished always is Raconteur.

I used to tell my mom that I would help her in the kitchen and chores.

She would work, and I would only raconteur.

My parents’ eyes used to beam with smiles when I shared all my office story mess.

I used to love it when they laughed heartily, even at my silliness.

My Raconteur nature is now in rest mode inside me, with care.

It has given me life's experiences 

 fair share

I always wonder what happened to that robber who attempted to steal.

This instance definitely made me a storyteller with appeal.

Maybe he never existed and it was just a shadow endure

That blouse might have been one that came flying in the wind from a neighbour’s door.

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath

19 Dec 2025