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Friday, February 26, 2016
Conditions apply*
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Sunday, May 10, 2015
What if...!!
He was still on his knees. She had
rejected his proposal. "Thank god he had not called his friends", a thought crossed
her mind. But then, she saw him getting up with a smile on his face. His smile
confused her. He came towards her, shook hand with her and wished her for a
great future. She was standing like a statue, and when he was about to leave, she
asked him, “Are you happy because I have said no to you?” “What? Are you mad? No. It’s
not like that?” he replied with a fake laugh. He waited for her next question. “Then
why are you smiling? Are you smiling at me?” She asked without any hesitation. “No,
I am happy because I’ll never have to wonder that what if I had asked you.” He walked away with a smile on his face and pain in his heart. She was still confused.
Monday, March 23, 2015
That Rose
That Rose |
The rear side of house and backyard was lit by a small dusty
lamp. The drainage pipe was connected to the wall at a point in line with the
window sill. Pipe shook as he climbed, swaying a little more with each pull,
but he knew that it will hold his weight. He had been using this pipe since
last three months. Victor had newly joined high school after moving to this town.
His father’s transfer had brought him here and Aditi being a gabby girl in the class,
became his first friend in the first week itself. Soon after few weeks of their
friendship, they were occasionally seen lurking in the backside of football
ground and often teased as a secret couple in school. Pipe was slippery today,
perhaps because of drizzle. Victor climbed to a certain height and then swung
his legs until he got his feet onto the window sill. Aditi, immediately closed
the curtains after pulling him inside her room. Victor held her pressing her
back against the wall, holding her wrists trapped above her head. As usual he
had a rose in his lips. He always brought a rose for Aditi, despite of the fact
that Aditi never liked roses, she infact liked a flower but didn’t know its
name. This April of 1995 was special; it was Aditi’s birthday tomorrow. A blade
of moonlight slipped from the curtains, casting a beam upon her face. He kissed
her, while she kept her eyes closed. He gave a set of silver anklets. It was
their last meeting, atleast for now. Despite of Aditi’s arguments and pleas,
her family did not agree on leaving her alone in this city, they were all
shifting to a famous metro city in Karnataka.
After completing her graduation in computer science, now Aditi
was working for a famous IT consultancy. They both had lost contact in these
years. He never called her or perhaps he never had her phone number and Aditi
too never visited back the same city. Today while she was drinking coffee in the cafeteria,
she felt his presence or perhaps she was missing him, she had always missed
him. She finished her coffee and returned to her cubicle. As she sat in front
of her computer, she was startled to see a rose on her table waiting for her
with an unopened letter. There was no name on it.
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Saturday, February 28, 2015
But still, Anjali had a smile on her face.
But still, Anjali had a smile on her face.
But still, Anjali had a smile on her face. She had a very rough day. It started with arguments with her project
manager, that too because of someone else’s fault; then her friend didn’t turn
up for the lunch, then online order got delayed
and the worst part, now she had to
attend the marriage party this weekend, with her relatives. Not only the parties
but she never liked her relatives too.
She was working for a reputed media firm in Pune. After completing her masters in media management,
last year, she had joined this firm through campus placements. Her roommate was
Saira, a young, dynamic, college going girl. After taking dinner, while Anjali
was doing the dishes, her mobile beeped. Saira, who was watching “House”, looked
at the blinking light, on table and shouted, “Di, koi message aya hai!” She
always addressed Anjali with “Di”, which was, perhaps a shorter version of “Didi”.
Anjali, who was busy in her work, replied without bothering, “please, dekho
kiska hai.” Saira had already checked the message. Anjali’s ex-boyfriend had
been on a date today, with another girl. Saira, who was waiting for Anjali to
ask, replied, “Aapke X ka hai, shyad.”, pretending that she has not read that
message.
Apart from being roommates, Anjali and Saira were very good
friends too. They shared almost everything. Anjali was done with the dishes. She
came back while drying her hands with the towel and sat on sofa besides Saira.
Anjali was in a relationship for almost one year but recently they broke up
because her boyfriend was a drug addict and had “no more feelings” for her,
however, Anjali has not stopped talking to him, unlike he had expected. They were
now trying to treat each other as friends, normal friends. Saira always wanted
to ask Anjali and today, when she saw the fading smile on Anjali’s face, she couldn’t
resist herself and asked, “Di why do you still talk to him? Even after what he
has done to you.” Anjali looked into the eyes of Saira and smiled, with pain in
her eyes, “I never ignored any of my friend.”, Anjali replied. ”But he is not a good friend and so you need
to change this habit.” Saira was already prepared with her reply. Anjali thought
for a while and replied, “When he did not leave his bad habits for someone, who
truly loved him, why should I change a good habit of mine for someone, who doesn’t
even care about me?” said Anjali, while writing back to her ex.
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Monday, February 23, 2015
Was it the bird?
Was it the bird?
In
these very moments, indeed he was not listening to her, distracted by a pigeon
couple. He felt very soothing to see those birds playing and loving each other,
away from the worries of this mortal world. They reminded him, the beginning of
their own relationship, those good three months, when they both were together; they
had laughed without reasons, loved lavishly and enjoyed each other’s company. But
now, after three years, something was changing or perhaps something had already
changed. They had to put efforts to keep conversation going; even the fights
were not interesting anymore. In this long distance relationship, it was only
these phone calls, which had kept their relationship alive. But now, these calls
were not helping anymore.
“Are
you even listening to me?” she screamed, he came out of the ocean of his
thoughts and trying to hide slapdash, he replied, “yes, of course, I am
listening.” She was complaining because he usually left calls in between, to do
other things. “I feel like I am your least priority and I hate it.“, her voice
had a touch of irritation. “babu please don’t say that. You are the most
important person in my life and you know it very well.” He took a deep breath
and continued, “Okay, from this very moment I have decided that I am not going
to do anything at all while talking to you. But baby please smile now, I can’t
see you sad.” he tried to cheer her up or perhaps tried to cover up for his
mistakes. Then she said something which he was not expecting. “Its our daily
story, our fights, arguments, your excuses, and your promises, I am fed with all
these. I don’t think this relationship can tolerate any more fights.” It was
his turn to say something.
And
then suddenly, out of the blue, a cat pounced at those birds, giving them no
time to escape. Before he could understand anything, the cat already had caught
one of those pigeons in her jaws. He leaped towards that cat and tried to
rescue the little bird, which was struggling for its life. Losing his fortitude,
he ran after that cat and even picked a stone and threw it on that cat, forcing
it to leave the prey out of its hold. He ran to help the bird. At the same time
somewhere on the grass, a notification light of his phone was blinking, and a
message was there on his screen, “you will never change but our relationship
status has!!”
Perhaps something had died.
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