“What do you want?”,she asked,sounding a bit irritated.
“You”,came the reply.
“That doesn’t gonna change what has happened between us”.
“Then tell me what I can do to change it”,he wanted her back,desperately now.
This was all she had been waiting to hear. She wanted to scream out her love for him
.Her heart pounded,skipped a beat and finally she gathered courage to speak,but words just won’t come.
He took it as a sign of her losing faith in his love.A sign misunderstood .
“I know I have been a jerk in your life. I have the capacity to hurt you and this is what made me run away from you.But trust me, every single second that I breathe,I remember you.”
She knew this all.She knew he loved her but just won’t admit and express it,a hard to understand soul he always has been.
“But trust me, this time I won’t leave you.Never ever. Just trust me and come back to me.I really really Love you.Please forgive me for all the past things that I have done to hurt and humiliate you.I am sorry”,he said sounding low now.
She had been waiting for this day and this very moment since the day they broke up.And now that all this was happening in real,she just couldn’t control her tears from showing up in her eyes.
But he thought she didn’t want him back again.He thought she was engaged with someone else.He took it as a sign telling him to back off as she had already moved on in life with some else.
He interpreted it as a sign that she wasn’t in love with him anymore and just didn’t want him back.But this was surely , a sign misunderstood.
She was crying.Dreams striking reality made her cry.
“Okay, I understand.I have no right to ask forgiveness for all the past deeds and obviously no right to ask for you and your love again.I am sorry that I called”,he hung up on her.
She stood dumbstruck.With the cell phone in her hands and frozen to death.She just lost what she thought was hers for life.Her silence was misinterpreted. But she couldn’t help correcting the sign misunderstood because the call log said the call was made by unknown caller,a Skype call with no number to dial back.
few things about me-
# hate anything related to calculus
# addicted to Le Parkour, KFC, Manchester United FC, playstation, beer, texting, Twitter and anything abnormal
# neither am an atheist nor do i follow Scientology...i just live for da moment
# have a severe Tendency of day dreaming...lols
NothinG lasts Forever, so LiVe ii up, drinK iT down, LaugH it off, avoid the bullshiT, take chances and never have regrets.......'coz at one point, evrything you did was exactly what you wanted...
I m a silent observer.. The stories here are all fictional but inspired from all the real incidents I have observed or been a part of.. hope you will enjoy ..
Light, fills our days with pretentious innocence. The colour in everything earthly, is Light in costume. But there would be no Light, were there no nights of the pitch Black. The nights are ideas Black inspires- dark, if feared, mysterious if questioned, imperious if wished, but beautiful if loved.
Light is in love with Black- nothing will explain the complete surrender, otherwise. Held by Black, Light has no escape, and seeks none. They lie in wait for the dawn, which is neither Black’s biggest fear, nor is it Light’s permission to leave.
The dawn is their private secret- Light roams the world, colours the rainbow and splashes her show on every eye that will see. Black lazes around with droopy eyed leisure, coating the crows, sticking to the tyres from the roads, posing on broadsheets as newsprint , teasing light in an umbrella and dappling it under the canopy of trees.
The dusk is where the distance gets unbearable. Merging in shades of grey, orange and purple, their lust streaks the twilight sky. They hide and seek in parts, with Light almost always chasing itself into Black's embrace. They run through the sea, turning it murky with delight; they paint the sky in patches, like inky blue scattered over and over again; they switch on the stars one by one and make a wish after the first star comes alive.
Their fights, give the world it's moon. Stamping the sky spread by Black in a single spot of furious, burnished gold, Light falls onto waves of turbulence that Black's arms cannot contain. Over time and a lot of lapping and coaxing, that stamp wanes while they make up. It reaches its illusory moment of non existence and comes back bright and luminous over another quarrel.
They’ve lived this life a million times over. And it rains when they get head over heels, Light scattering the rain drops the Black clouds drop in joy.
I aspired to be a journalist when I was hardly 14 years old...now at 23 I understand that there is nothing called Journalism...there is idealism and reality. The next aspiration borders on fiction.
'19th January 2008
One night of the year where you are allowed to do whatever you want is your birthday night. You have the right to party late, scream out loud with your friends, celebrate with music. Specially when you are a little young and a little not so young, I mean you are somewhere in between. You got me right, I was talking about late teenage years. Teenage parties, one of those liberation spots where at the end of the night, spontaneously you emerge as who you are. It is at those nights when you make the choices which decide the person you would grow up to be someday. It is here when people take a first shot of smoke or drink and eventually evolve as an addict someday, and it is here when at times people make judicious checks on desires and eventually realize later that being uncool was not so uncool.
Pind Baluchi, Louge and Restaurant, South Delhi.
I am Tarun, currently working in ericsson as a telecom engineer. This is my story. I take you back two and a half years in time, that strange january night, when it rained and I actually drenched in it.
“Have you come all the way from your boring engineering college life in Kanpur to Delhi for this? I mean come on yaar, It is your birthday?” Anubhati said, making a fussy annoyed face, as her two hairlets fell on her specs. Anubhati, 20 was an intern journalist in a leading tabloid. She was a year elder to me,my closest childhood friend from the hometown. We grew up together as best pals. For past three years, she had been studying journalism in Delhi University.
“and that too the very last one in a sense” Richard laughed, Anu’s boyfriend and a senior executive at her office.
“as in what sense?” I asked a little shaky, with the whisky peg still gripped in my hand.
“You know what they say at our place in Australia, it is till 19 that u can try in life, the rest of the life is spent in expertising the things that u tried till 19” his smile was assuring and so was his pat on the back. So go ahead and try it again, This time with friends might never come back”
Roars exclaimed around my birthday cake, as I gulped down the fourth neat peg of the night. It was like hammers thrown in my head, but I could hear music a little louder so it was kinda cool. Emily and Armaan, two other common friends decided that it was enough for the day. They stood up, hugged me and left. We waited for Neha,Anu’s younger sister, she was in the washroom coughing and vomitting the hangover. She was 18. Both Anu and Neha are like, the most desirable looking girls absolutely stunning. I discovered that night, four pegs down you can’t differentiate between the two, they look so similar.
It was raining when we came out. Anubhati and Richard went ahead and started singing happy birthday in the rain, they danced a little and then smooched each other. Anu hugged me a good bye, and told me to come again soon and give regards to all at home. Richard shook hand with me and asked me “am I drunk?” I smiled back and said “Nobody gets drunk on his birthday even if one drink a whole bottle, I have only tried four pegs” He smiled back and said “That’s the spirit”.
“by the time we would meet again, I shall be a man of greater capacity then u all”
“Yo!” they both shouted and took an auto rickshaw to their place, I could see them undressing each other at the back seat from a distance. The music was still playing in my head, I continued to stand there and let water droplets fall on my head. It pained a little and I felt sleepy.
Neha told me that it is late and I should drop her home too and proceed to my hotel. She also told me that I am drunk, on which I moved my head in disagreement. We both sat in the auto and I remember sleeping in middle of the journey. She told me midway that her boy friend is so bad to her and what not. May be the vomit had made her sober again. She sounded sad and depressed. The auto stopped and we walked in her lane. There was no sound, except that of falling water when she came closer to my ear and whispered “Make love to me”, I was like “What?”.
She started kissing my neck and I pushed her back. I slapped her and told her that she is like a sister to me. She started crying and apologized that she is a little drunk and something else about her messy life that I can’t recall. She again held my hand and we continued walking in the rain. This was strange. We walked to a place where a few steps away I could see a police jeep standing. She came closer to me again and said “Make love to me or else I shall shout that you are trying to rape me” I was numb, rubbed my eyes again trying to figure out if she is crying or is it the rain. I could see her face clearer now, her eyes were mean and she was not crying. She was not even Neha infact, She was Anubhati.
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I am a passionate individual,Life is too short to be wasted on chasing things that doesn't really count after death,I believe Life is about making an impact on something around u that lasts,something like a smile on someone's face. That's it.
I m a silent observer.. The stories here are all fictional but inspired from all the real incidents I have observed or been a part of.. hope you will enjoy ..
