Showing posts with label Short Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Short Story. Show all posts

November 3, 2011

Guardian Angel

She walked across the beach, pondering over her already messed up life. She was stranded and helpless, what she needed was an angel in disguise. She continued walking and then began picking up shells, just as they used to do together. Then she sat down and buried her legs in the sand. She remembered how he would playfully sculpt the sand around her legs and then she would to his. They used to sit for long hours at the beach, smiling at each other enjoying the beauty of God's creation. But all of that came to an end when he was called from above. He was snatched from her. That stupid man who ran over him, would probably be feeling guilty even now, but a mistake is a mistake and no one could do anything about it. His carelessness had cost her husband his life. She cursed. 

The air gently blew and she felt like he was around. Telling her that he'd never let her out of his sight. She smiled at the enveloping air and tried to catch it. She spent the entire day walking and running around the beach trying to feel him and then catch him. Stupid as it may have looked to others, she had every right to behave stupidly. After all, it pains to lose your first love. Her only love. She thought back to how their fingers had been entwined all through their marriage ceremony. Everyone called them the happiest couple. That was her moment of bliss. 

Slowly she settled down on the rug, in their loft. The small one, they'd acquired over time with a lot of struggle and perseverance. She observed everything, each picture, each furniture, everything had its own story. And all of it was as crystal clear to her as his face was. Then she went to their bedroom. The place they'd decorated as they'd always imagined. She opened his cupboard and took out his clothes... laid them down neatly on the bed and then she noticed something weird in the cupboard. There was a box, she'd never seen it. 

Slowly she took out the box and placed it on the bed. She sat down and wondered if she should open it. It was his after all, he deserved privacy. Alive or not. But then she saw her name inscribed on the lock and it hit her. The necklace he'd given her a while back which his name on it, the one in the form of a key was the one that would open this box. He knew that we were incomplete without each other. She began crying, their love was deep and crazy and she knew that she'd never ever be able to live the same normal life. 

Slowly she unlocked the box with the key and was surprised to find a letter. He'd not left her after all. 

'He always wanted to ensure his presence. He'll never let me stray, never let me alone. He's always going to be my guardian angel'. She mumbled

And just as she was reading the letter absorbing every word as if he was saying it to her...

The bell rang. 


Love
Sonshu

October 16, 2011

Tacky Imprints !!

Sob Sob.
"Why Aniket? Why?", teacher asked furiously.
"Why did you hit Rahul?", but came no reply. 
She dismissed both of them from the class for that hour.

( Next day )
Sob Sob.
"Mam, he again bullied me.", Rahul said crying.
"Aniket", teacher shouted at top of her voice.
"I warned you yesterday not to repeat this again na?", and she tried threatening him not to do that again.
They both were again dismissed for the hour.

( Next Day )
"Aniket!!!!", even today Rahul complained being beaten by him.
"Why do you have to hit Rahul everyday? How many times do I have to tell you not to do that? This is too much now."
The teacher was in a fix now what to do. It was becoming a daily nuisance for her now. Everyday she warned them both but one could clearly see that it had no impact.
She was unable to make out the reason for such beatings between both of them. As they literally had no issue of rift between them for such violence to take place daily.
Transfixed, she ordered Aniket,"Alright, ask your Father to meet me tomorrow during school hours positively".
She had thought that this might be enough to surface some fear on his face but the person who did get scared off was Rahul and not Aniket.
Today even he stood there, cool and calm, listening to the scoldings of the teacher .
( Next Day )
( In the Staff Room )
"Good Afternoon Madam.", said a husky voice.
The teacher looked up from the copies she was correcting to see Aniket's Father standing along with him.
"Yea, Sir. Please have a seat. The reason I called you for is, your son has a daily activity which is really annoying".
"Everyday in the recess time, he has to slap Rahul. Sir, I want you to ask your son the reason for such violent act as I have already tried my best to discover the reason but have always failed."
"I can't let this happen anymore because his parents are complaining to me every then and now to take serious actions against your son, so if please you could make him understand that whatever he is doing is just not done.", teacher completed the whole drama story in one go.
"Why did you slap Rahul?", now the interrogator was his Father, so keeping quiet seemed to be a bad idea.
He tried answering but words just won't come out.
"Answer me, why did you hit Rahul ?", this time a more threatening voice was heard in the staff room.
For a moment even the teacher got scared, but then came the reply.
"I love to see the imprints of all my fingers on his face after slapping him", came the innocent reply.

October 9, 2011

The Wait..

"Hmm, I know. Even lately Rajesh has been rude to me", said the guy wearing pink shirt.
The one sitting next to him agreed on his point.
It was 11 in the morning and these two guys were returning from their night shifts and before going back to their respective dwellings, they had made the choice of enjoying a cup of coffee along with some hot corporate conspiracies and office gup-shups . So could be well seen from their unman-aged formal clothes and their unkept hair.

"And did you look at that bitch Neha!", said the blue shirt guy.
"Man, yeah. What kind of a girl she is! Totally a shame on the female community!", said the pink shirt guy.
And they both laughed.
"Sshhh..This guy sitting next to you is listening to all what we are talking about", he said and blue shirt guy turned to look who was sitting next to him.
The scene was, in a mall, near the cafeteria, on one bench of three, were sitting these three guys. Pink shirt guy on one end, with blue shirt guy sitting in the middle and this young guy on the other end.
Now this guy seemed to be much younger than these two guys. He was in his cool T-shirt and jeans but was sitting there a bit dull. Hence he might have turned towards these two people just to listen to their talks for a  futile time-pass.
But those two guys were a bit surprised as to why would a guy like him sit at such an early hour and listen to their talks while he could go out and enjoy. It seemed as if he had nothing else much interesting to do but to sit and hear those two people out!

"Oh, come-on! Let it be na! He doesn't know either of us and also he has no idea as to about all whom we are talking ", and they both laughed.
This young guy was still listening to them.
His one hand was in his lap and the other was giving a support to his head while his eyes and ears were busy listening to those guys! It seemed as if that small baby was instructed by his mother to sit there and listen to those people and there he was,obeying his mother like an obedient child!

This continued for some 15-20 minutes and then she came.
"Okay, Shall we proceed?", said the girl approaching this guy.
"Oh, yeah. Let's go",he said lifting himself, happily, from the bench.
And they both left! And he seemed happy the moment she came.
As The wait, was finally over!

August 15, 2011

Sign Misunderstood

“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.

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July 2, 2011

Point of View



You know what they say about dark alleys and little girls? They should never be friends. Never ever.

The clouds rumbled loudly as she stepped into the alley, either going someplace or coming from somewhere. A bright colored raincoat adorned her little frame as she walked on the pavement. There was little light, since the moon was cosied up comfortably behind charcoal clouds. The streetlights did little to improve the situation. Trees swung back and forth a little and occasionally nodded hard in agreement. She did not care. It wasn’t raining cats and dogs yet. More like kittens and puppies. The thought made her giggle.

As she walked on the pavement, she did not notice a pair of eyes sizing her up, like a wild animal. She walked along, uncaring, occasionally doing a step here and a step there. The pair of eyes now appeared out of hiding and stood under the pale, jaundiced streetlight. Supported on a ragged frame, it stood complete with a ragged shirt and a pair of ragged pants. The thumb of his right foot stuck out of a torn pair of canvas and secretly licked a small puddle on the street before being complete drowned. He let out a string of curses as his right foot came out soggy. There was no moon to be seen yet. The streetlight continued to light up the scenery.

Water made him irritated. Water damaged his temper. Water dissipated his inner peace. Since the time it started raining in the afternoon, all he had done was get soaked in the rain. He hated it. And now his canvas had managed to find a puddle and get soaked in it. As one of his shoes squelched, he had seen the little girl, walking quietly, occasionally skipping. She even seemed to be humming a song now. He had the answer! It was all her fault! He did not know how, but he knew one thing for sure; she was the one who would pay for it.

There was an alley lying in wait for her. A few rotten banana peels and an occasional stray cat made up for its everyday livelihood. It encountered an occasional druggie or someone who had lost his way. Sometimes a drunkard would come and crash, and wait for dawn to arrive, when he would finally get up with a splitting headache and mend his way home. Today, a little girl in a bright raincoat decided to grace the alley. The alley stood there, surprised, and decided to let her walk through. As it stood there, admiring the cute thing, the ragged man stumbled in. The alley frowned and let a discarded can in his way. The man kicked it and realized he was about five steps away from her.

The little girl heard the clanking can and turned around to see a ragged man with a ragged expression. His face was streaked with rain water and grime and he looked really mad. The light in the alley was dim. Just then, lightning tore across the skies and revealed his shabby attire. “Don’t come near me!” she bleated. While her voice was soft and sheep like, it strangely did not carry any tones of fear. The shabby man was too drunk to care and he realized that this was the moment which would turn his day a little better. Just a little better. Maybe, a lot better.
He lumbered towards her. She stood still, her eyes like black buttons fixed on his face. “Don’t come near me!” she said once more, almost making it sound like a warning now. There seemed to be a shift in her tone as well. The man was either too drunk to notice, or too naïve to take a little girl like her seriously. As a result, he now stood right over her, breathing down her face.
“Come to daddy!” he said and broke into shabby laughter. The joke seemed extremely funny to him for some reason. She still stood there, her face set like stone. He finally looked at her eyes. Black and stony, they seemed to be staring right at his soul. He ignored the fact and placed his hands on her waist to pick her up. She did not struggle. A rat quickly ran past his foot and hid behind a trash can by the corner. She looked at him one final time and did something totally unexpected.

She placed her right palm right on his nose.

The man took it as a sign of defence and it tickled his funny bone even more. He broke into a fresh peal of laughter and tried to shrug his head sideways to shake off the hand from his face. Strangely enough, the hand remained. Suddenly he felt something hard closing around his nose.

Teeth.

He screamed in agony and let her go. The hand stayed, not moving, as she continued looking at his face with the same stone expression. He stood there, bent, unable to take his face off her hand. Blood flowed freely now, dripping down, mixing with the rainwater. The cats and dogs were finally coming down. His scream kept reverberating through the alley, but no one heard him. The hand soon let go off his nose and worked its way across the rest of his face. He finally managed to push her away and fell backwards. His face, by now, was a bloody mess. “Fuck off bitch!” he managed to utter through a mouth full of blood and a few broken teeth.  Then he ran.
She looked at him till he disappeared down the far side of the alley. He was gone. The rainwater washed off all the blood and gore from her hand. She looked at her palm. A pair of thin lips looked back at her.

“Thank you hand.”

“Hey no problem. Can we get another meal before we retire for the night? I am still kinda hungry.”

“Sure thing. Lets go check up a few more alleys!”

The rain kept falling in sheets as she trotted along the alley and stepped out of it. A frog croaked somewhere nearby. A few crickets chirped. No one had noticed the encounter; none of any consequence at least. No one would believe a babbling roadside idiot anyways.  The night, it seemed, had just started to get better…


[First published here, one of my favorite stories till date, for a couple of reasons. Its one of my 'experiments' that I did with the premise of putting the little girl in control instead of the demons which might have been haunting her. Secondly, it was a story which I had narrated at  
a Serenewoods (my publishers) convention at IIT Delhi, with writer Samit Basu (of Gameworld Trilogy fame, and more recently Turbulence) in the audience. He LOVED it. Hope you guys like it too! :) ]

July 23, 2010

Please don't call me jerk


"I am going,you always make fun of me and call me a jerk" He said. turned back and began walking. He looked innocent and cute, nagging.
"I shall never let you go in the first place...I am sorry, din't mean to hurt you", she replied,came running and gave him a hug.
"can I ever leave you,ask urself...? I was kidding" he smiled.
"Can't you stay quite for one moment u jerk..." she whispered as her eyes were close and she has holding him tight, their arms wrapped around.
"I am going.... I hate you... you said you wont call me a jerk again", he started to take his arms off her.
"I shall never let you go...my jerk", she held him tighter.

July 14, 2010

Little Bile

[Characters: Sumanta (pronounce as Shoo-mon-to), Kruti (pronounce as Kroo-tee), Bile (pronounce as Bee-lay)]

Part 1

“You better go and wash your face in a pot full of shit!”
“Oh, get lost! You do not even have a face to wash anywhere.”
“I know what I need to do. Just do not bother me again!”
“Fine, I’m leaving!”
Sumanta slammed the door behind him.
“Ya, go! Damn you! I’m leaving too!”
Kruti too slammed the door behind her and left.

It has been an hour since they left. The house has been silent, motionless and noiseless too since then. The light in the bedroom was glowing. The kitchen tap was probably open, contravening the silence. The living room was dark, cold and at sixes and sevens. Nothing moved – the door, the curtains, the chairs, the fan, the remote, the sofa and little Bile on it. Nothing moved. Bile is Sumanta and Kruti’s eight year old son. He did not understand a single thing that his parents talked about. He was always quiet since morning, when his mother, wake him up in this sorry Sunday morning. He could feel the rain pouring on the terrace and on the balcony. Did his parents take umbrellas with them? He does not know and never in his life had he given an umbrella to his parents while they go out. He was not responsible for that ever! However, today, for a change, he woke up, brushed his teeth, took bath, got dressed up, ate the piece of bread and drank the glass of milk – all by himself. Nobody had to run behind him for each of these daily chores. In fact, none had the time to run behind him today, since it was a sorry Sunday morning. His parents did not have time to look at him today, because they were always cursing and shouting at each other since they opened their fiery eyes. Bile has been a good boy today. He was going through all these chores one by one keeping an eye on his parents – their fists – their high raised voices – their curses until the door banged twice as they moved out of the house. Since then, he sat there, on the sofa knowing not what to do. The sofa gave him some comfort and he almost felt asleep. Probably the rain drops on the terrace kept him awake – he somehow, likes the sound of those drops – synchronized, consistent and inexorable. It has been an hour since his parents slammed the door and left for nowhere!

He was terrified by their behavior today. He was afraid if he would see the faces of his parents again. He was too small to even think what could be the consequences of this sorry Sunday morning. He wanted to cry, but there was none around to comfort or commiserate him. Hence, he did not. He wanted to sleep, since the sofa was too comfortable and he was feeling cold in that dark living room. He was somewhat happy that he was alone in the house and he could do absolutely anything with nobody around to stop him; but he had nothing special to do. He did not plan anything ahead of time. He was feeling clueless too, with a little doubt that the door would bang open once again and his parents might comeback with those false grins on their faces, like always.

Bile spent another hour, sitting on the sofa, with eyes fixed at the door which never opened. The rain has stopped by now. Still, the drops from the leaves were making that sound on the terrace – every other second. He just wanted to cry out aloud and wished to scream to someone; only if there were anyone to hear him and attend to him. He stretched his legs – they were jammed, sitting in that one position for so long a time. This was the first thing that moved in two hours. Slowly Bile got down from the sofa, still watching the door and hoping it would open. But nothing! He stood there for some time, to decide what to do. He could not! He walked to the kitchen to see if the tap was really open. He peeped in. Yes! It was open no doubt, but he was the last person in the house who could reach atop the sink to turn the tap the other way. He just left it as it was – dripping. He looked around. The house was almost haunting to him. The walls seem to squeeze in, reducing the space he had for himself – the whole house! He was still feeling cold, and may be a little hungry too. He went to his room, quietly, as if he was punished for making noise while walking in his own room. He saw the umbrella which his father bought him from the last mela but he could never use it since it did not rain as it is raining now. Quietly enough, he picked up the rainbow colored umbrella and slipped into the slippers and walked towards the main door.

Part 2

“He is tall. He is black. She is combing her hair. He is running for the bus. She is lovely. They are students. She is talking over the mobile. She is wearing a saree. He is riding a bicycle. He is riding a bike. She is making signs to him. They are waiting for the tram. She is busy. He is smart. Those are talking to each other.”

Bile was walking on the wet roads in Kolkata, almost unnoticed, with the rainbow colored umbrella in hand and tiny steps taking him nowhere, but away from the cold, dark and silent house. The road was bustling, but quieter than usual days, when he comes out to go to school. He walked alone – slowly, but surely enough not to return again!

… To be continued.

[To my readers: I know I am not writing much these days and I apologize to all those who await my posts here. Lately, a lot of stories came to my mind which I failed to put down in black and white. This one, is one of the best thoughts that came to my mind and I would love to write this one – long and completely. Part 2 has just started. Will post the same in time! Thanks for your love and support. That is what keeps me going on.]

May 13, 2010

Weightless Heavy

"Ouch, what's this?", I screamed as she sat down on my lap to tease me.

"Oh, sorry", she apologized hiding a sheet of paper behind her.

"What are you hiding", I asked curiously.

"Nothing, ignore it", she continued, "OK, tell me if I leave you forever".

"I have many options and they are not as heavy as you. You would have killed me if you had sit on my lap for one more second", now I was teasing her.

"Well, sometimes your questions create fear in my mind", I became serious,"You know how much I love you?"

"Yes, I do", she confessed,"OK dear, we are getting late, I think we should leave now. Bye, take care".

"Bye, love you", I bid her adieu.

Then we didn't meet for about a month. And one day, I got a news which changed my life. She left me forever. I went to her home where her Mom gave me a note written by her daughter.

It read,"Dear, that day I was hiding my reports. I had cancer, last stage. I wanted to tell you but I couldn't. How could I? Dear, You used to call me your angel and see I've become one. Now I'm not heavy like before. Don't you know, the angels are weightless? Now you can use your options. Take care, love you".

The note felt heavier than her.


Deepak

February 28, 2010

Logout (on the other side)


It was another wrathful weekend and I was stuck to my bedside holding unto the computer keyboard for almost 12 hours. There is nothing to do – not anymore. It has been a long time since he left and it has been long enough that his absence has become a habit. I was not bothered much; why would I? Nobody is bothered about me; why would I be bothered about anyone else? I work now; not like olden days when he used to earn and I used to cook for him. How damn fool I was – how I wasted my life with that nincompoop! I look back and want to slap myself. Anyways, that is past now. I am what my present tells me to be.

We married with lots of hope in our eyes – away from the families on our own all the way. We were kids that time, but we walked together. Life was a challenge and we were forced to experience loss every other moment. Still, we had love to bind us together, I guess! But with time, it withered too. The plant of our dreams wilted in front of our own very eyes. Sometimes, he did not water it sometimes, I faltered – and it wilted. Then one day, when we both ‘grew up’ and we become ‘practical’ and ‘down to earth’, we ‘understood’ that our ways would not meet again soon! It was like a railway track crossing – we were happy as the two tracks were coming close to each other and as they crossed, the distance kept on increasing forever; never to meet again. After years of being married, we realized we should not have come close at the first place. How ridiculous! And if it was so, why did I not think about it all these years? Probably, the best days of my life, that were now lost!

Anyways, we parted. And it was only for good. He never looked back – he is a man of his words, I know! He would not look back. If he would not, why should I? Why should I keep on waiting for him? He would come online but never say a ‘Hi’; but still I spend every futile weekend of mine on chat messengers – just to see if he is online. I used to ping him at times, but he never replies. So, I login invisible to him. He knows I will be online this time – but he would not ever ping me back.

WTF! What am I thinking about? Its late into the weekend night and I must be drinking more than usual that I’m getting all these worthless thoughts in my head. This life is good – no one to ask questions – none bothered for you and the best of it all, no one for whom you should be bothered! I could not go back to my family – nor could I commit something foolish. I went ahead and caught that highly paid and easily available job for me. It is a pleasure at work and I am the boss of my own coins.

I clicked on Logout and realized the world has turned a deaf ear to me. I am no longer living to anyone, anywhere. I logged in long ago and was seeing him online on messenger all the time. I had to logout and I did. He was always online, but he never said, “Hi.” Oh, damn him! Damn me! Damn these worthless thoughts of mine!

November 21, 2009

Chocolate Tour

When I woke up today morning, I was pleasantly surprised by the weather in Plainsboro, NewJersey! Bright sunshine, just enough chill and excellent weather. My Grand daughter insisted that I take her to the Chocolate Factory at Hershey because she wanted "This-much-Chocolate"(Read it as Hands spread wide apart as a measure of quantity!). I was not particularly keen on going to a Chocolate Factory as the idea did not impress me. However the enthusiasm showed by my little friend was so infectious that I agreed and we rented a Toyota Sienna. We were four adults and 2 kids which forced us to rent a van because with 2 children seats in our Honda sedan , the four of us, adults, did try a lot of jigsaw but could not succeed in devising a seating arrangement for all of us. Mind you, out of this I, my daughter and son are 6 footers! though my wife did more than compensate with her demure physique.
The journey till Philadelphia was uneventful. Once we were nearing the city of Hershey the scenery began to change. I was very happy to see the panoramic view of green meadows on both sides of the road with scattered houses that looked like chocolates. Reaching Hershey we were so hungry that we rushed straight to the food court. With the input of calories we began our tour of the factory and other places. It was indeed an excellent place with very hygienic atmosphere and such a variety of chocolates. I indulged in helping myself to a good quantity ignoring the silent but lethal look on my wife’s face.
By the time we finished the tour and got ready for the return journey, which is a good 130 Mile, I and my grand daughter were so tired that we began to sleep. When my son woke us up on reaching the house it was 8PM and God did we have a good time! I think I enjoyed it more than the little one.
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November 20, 2009

GOD’S EARLY GIFT

It was the end of February, 1964 in Madras (Now known as Chennai) and the weather was unusually pleasant! In Madras we had only one season, summer, throughout the year and onset of even slightest cool breeze was most welcome. My mother was not feeling well and went to consult our family physician. The doctor broke the news that my mom was pregnant and the baby could be expected around November. This being the fifth one after three sons and a daughter, my mom was a bit shaken. She had a history of Hypertension and Diabetes and was not eager for another child. Having detected, the monthly rituals of check-up and various tests ensued. Despite medications my mom’s Hypertension kept playing hide and seek and was causing worries to the physician. My father had to do the dual role.
Five months rolled by and during August 1964 the problems began to get worse. My mother’s hypertension steadily remained at 160/95 causing tremendous tension to both my Father and the Physician. Remember in 1964 there were hardly any specialty hospitals or any sophisticated diagnostic facilities like today and things were near primitive and we had to go the Government Maternity Hospital, Egmore for Delivering a baby. We had not made any arrangements for the hospital because it was still very early. On 31st August my mom got so delirious that she had convulsions and we were very scared. The Doctor who checked her up said it was eclamsia or something which is better avoided during pregnancy. This added more fear to our already sinking hearts. We rushed her to the Hospital and she was admitted in ICU. After 3 days of excellent dedicated efforts of those Angels (Yes that is how the Doctors appeared to us) could bring down her BP but decided that she cannot go through 3 more months for delivery in this condition. They suggested to my father that it was imperative to terminate pregnancy to save her life and anyway 30 odd weeks old fetus is not much of a baby! He agreed and the Doctors performed the Operation.
It was September 1964 when the Doctors called my Dad and informed him that the operation was successful and my mother was safe. We all cried with pleasure and rushed to see her. She was alright and had got back some colour in her cheeks and was on the path of recovery. We thanked GOD for his mercy in saving her from near disaster. It is then the Staff Nurse asked my dad, “Don’t you like to see the Baby!, Sir ?”. It almost shook my Dad. He said, “Baby? Which Baby? Is the Baby alive!?”. She smiled and said, “Well, you better wear the surgeon’s clothes and follow me”. We were given face masks, body gown sterilized, and led to a room which contained a small fish tank like contraption, called Incubator and showed us the tiny spec of life lying there in all its glory. It was so small in size that we could hardly make out its features. The nurse said, “You know your girl has broken the record for the earliest pre-born fully developed infant”. Our eyes were filled with tears and we were just looking at her.
It took 2 more months for the baby to come out of incubator and only for feeds the mother was allowed to hold her in her hands with Her own mouth covered in a mask, lest she infected the baby. This Early Gift of God is today settled in USA with her two kids who are in their teens and a happy family. Strange Indeed are the ways of GOD. Dedicated to the Pre-Born kids Month of November.

November 8, 2009

Ebony and Ivory.

7th June, 2009.
9: 43 am.


"You think you can heal people?"
"yes."
"How?"
"I touch them, and they heal."
"Alright. Who was the last person you healed?"
"I found a boy crying on the road the other day, I touched him. He stopped crying. He healed."
"He stopped crying? Okay. So have you ever healed a wound?"
pause
"Yes. I have. I must have. I'm sure."
"So tell me Anvesha, tell me about you. What do you think? What do you like? What do you don't like? go on... tell me."
"I don't like you."




14th June, 2009.
9: 30 am.


"You mentioned a friend the last time. Sonya. Who is she? Are you close with her?"
"She's the reason I'm here. She's my best friend. She means everything to me. She lives with me."
"She lives with you? Your parents allow friends to stay over?"
"Yess, yes. They do. They like her too."
" Are you lying Anvesha? "
" I told you I don't like you."
"So your friend, Sonya, does she know you can heal people?"
"Yes, I have healed her. Her parents were abusive. Her father drinks a lot. She was very depressed, so I healed her. Now she's happy with me, at home."
" So healing is like power to you?"
" I think I can see power. I can feel it. And I don't like talking about it, its very personal.
I came here for different reasons. I just need some therapy not some godliness advice. Sonya thought i should get therapy. not even me. So why don't you talk about other things and we can move along"
" But you told me about your power"
" So? I didn't give you a right to talk about it."



21st June, 2009
9: 56 am.


**sigh**
"Excuse me?"
**sigh**
"What? I told you I don't want to talk about it."
"You threw a plant at your teacher and you say you "quit" college?"
" She said I was wrong about everything! She said genetics isn't my field. How can she say that? I live for this. I live for this research."
"What research?"
"Mutating genes."
" Regeneration?"
"yes. It's my baby. And she asked me to shut up about it."
" So you quit?"
"Yes."
"How will you pursue your research then?"
"I'll join a library, I can do this on my own."





27th June, 2009
9: 47 am.


"...so I found this person online and I'm so excited about doing this project with him. He understands everything. I've never been so happy before!"
" hmmm. I see. So this guy? where does he live?"
" Here in Mumbai. He's a little older than me. Someone whom I sketched in my head when I was small to be my boyfriend! He's perfect. So perfect."
" How can you be sure?"
" You know what? You're a pathetic loser!" Anvesha reaches out to the pen stand.
"I hate you!"
She throws it at her.
"I hate feeling excited about telling you anything!"
She grabs her hand.
" You're nothing. You're not important!"


*


"So that was sudden. You were happy a moment before. Why this sudden rage?"
" I don't know. It happens sometimes. Maybe its your face."
"yes. I have a lot of freckles. Do you not like freckles?"
" I hate freckles. I hate looking at them. I hate those dots and those shapes. You're ugly."
"Maybe. You don't know that."
" I do know that. I do know that."
"yes, weekly, two hours has made you know that."
"No. I knew it when I saw you. You remind me of my mother. That face, that firm voice. I hate it."
"You hate your mothers voice?"
"I hate you."



4th July, 2009
9: 35 am.



"I think I need your help. I don't know...but I feel my husbands cheating on me. I cant get over this...", she sobs.
" So? Why do you need my help?"
" You can heal me! please heal me!", she screams.
" I don't think so. It's your problem, you handle it"
"But! You help people don't you?", she chokes.
"Okay. Fine. Give me your hand."
Anvesha closes her eyes when she holds her.
" There."
" I don't feel anything. I don't feel healed."
" I cant heal you then."
"Why not?"
" I don't know."
She stops sobbing.
" You couldn't heal me?"
"No."
"why?"
"I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!!!"
"Alright."
"I hate you!"





11th July, 2009
9:45 am.



"Husband's still cheating on you?", Anvesha snorts in some confused emotion.
"I don't know. I haven't confronted him yet."
"Hah. Loser."
"Yeah. Maybe. You quit too. You're a loser too."
"NO! I'm not. Okay? I'm not a loser. I don't know why I quit."
"Are you on meds?"
"Yes, the doc says I got some bipolar shit or something. I wasn't listening. Mom gives me some tabs to eat in the night."
"Okay. Do you take them regularly?"
"Yeah. Whatever. Don't you speak to my mother like everyday?"
" Hah, no. You think am that interested in your life?"
" Liar"
"Yeah. Whatever. Don't you ask about me everyday?"
" I don't like you".






17th July, 2009
9: 32 am.




" How's Sonya?"
" She's fine. She's been busy."
"Doing what?"
"Things. I don't know. She just lives with me, what am I supposed to know everything?"
"Why so worked up?"
"Am not. She's just not been around."
"Is she scared of you?"
"Why should she be?"
" You have a tendency to yell and throw things? Maybe that's why?"
"No. It's not a tendency. It's involuntary. No one understands it."
"Do you think the bipolar might be a reason?"
"That's bull."
"Hahahah. bull?"
"Yeah, bull."
"Why don't you ask her?"
"She says she doesn't know"
"When did you ask her?"
"nn-now"
"Now?"
"Yeah. Now", she hesitated.
"She isn't here."


*



"My mom told me you left your husband."
" She did?"
"Yes. I'm sorry I couldn't heal you."
" Your mom told me you joined class again."
"She did?"
" Yes. I'm glad i could help you."
"You didn't"
"Yeah, sure."
"I don't like you."


*



"You know where Sonya goes?"
"NO! and I don't want to know!"


*


24th July, 2009
9: 40 am.




" She's gone. Her clothes. Her everything. She's gone!", Anvesha yelled when she entered the room.
"You know why?"
"NO!"
"Sit down."
"NO!"
"Sit down!"
"Okay."
"You know why? You're intelligent enough right?"
"I'm crying. I'm crying dammit! I don't cry!"
" I know. This must have really hurt you. Is this some sort of an epiphany? Your eyes look wide."
" She never existed!"
" Or maybe a revelation!"
"Shit. Fuck. No! What is happening. I read about bipolar. Shit. No!"
" Your mom told me you learn things when you see it front of your eyes. You believe in science."
"wh-what!?"
"Isn't it true?"
"Yes. Maybe,why are you asking me this?"
" Just wanted to know."
Anvesha had stopped crying.
"What was i talking about?"
" I have no idea."
"Okay. Alright. What else now? Are we finished? Feels like I've been here since long"
" Yeah. Sure."


*


"I have researched quite a lot you know."
" Oh good. With that internet friend?"
" What internet friend?"
" I might be mistaken. Sorry. Your college mate then?"
"Yeah. This friend in college is helping me."
"Great."


*


"I do understand things when seen. It's like facts. I believe in facts. Science is facts."
"Facts can be quite deceptive sometimes."
" Facts are real. Deception is emotional"
"I'm not married. I don't have a husband."
"OH."









31st July, 2009
10.00 am


"This might be our last-
"I like you."



***

October 15, 2009

Real friends

The window blinked in orange,he pinged "You sound so down! biiig time !! what's the matter ?"
Already tired from everything happening around me, i just said "Nothing much"
"Cmon, you can tell me.. you share everything with me.."
"I don't know dear.Just feeling something amiss"
"Cheer up gal,sad tones don't suit you"
"Yeah, I will be fine soon.. Ok! gotta go now."
"Bye babes,love ya!"
"same here" and i logged off, but the mood was still same.

As i sat listening to few sad numbers on my Ipod,I wanted to go out of the gloomy walls that surrounded me. Luckily you agreed to meet for a drink. The random conversation flowed as smooth as the drinks down our throat and soon i smiled, the smile giving way to laughter and the day looked so much better.

I pinged him first thing as soon as i was back home and he was so pleased to see the smiles back in the chat.But what i realized that evening was that virtual friends can never replace the real ones ! One should cherish both of them equally.

Inspired by the thoughts of Tan dada.

KISS it!


It was midnight, when suddenly, the phone rang. I jumped to my feet and was confused if I have to answer the call or not. Unholy hour of the night? And who should call me? And why? It was even brown out.

I was trembling, lifted the receiver, and did not say hello to whoever was calling because I was thinking this must be a prank caller. But to my utter shock and dismay, the one on the other end started blabbering “I know you will answer the phone coz’ you are alone in your room”, the voice went but I could hardly decipher who he is. "Alone in my room?" I thought to myself. How would he know I am alone. It sent shivers down my spine.

“So that’s the reason you’re enjoying your life at bloggerville because everybody seems to be kissing you there?” the voice continued. “I am just your silent follower but I was shocked when a couple of people told you that your work was kissed beautifully”, he said as if with feelings of remorse.

I suddenly laughed, and mumbled to myself “what an idiot of a creature he could be”. And before I could explain to him about the kissing interlude he was talking about, the line went dead.
Whoever you are silent follower, thank you so much. But maybe, Amias can lecture you on that on her “Acrostic Only” site.

October 11, 2009

In search of the Ratican....


"Andrew,focus the camera near the lake please," I urged our camera man to turn the camera near the oaks.
We were a group of 5 researchers and we all worked for "Adventure Channel". Jane,Nicole,Andrew,Richard were the other 4 from my group.We all have been roaming across the Amazon aimlessly for about a week in search of the worlds most dangerous snake called "Ratican".The name may sound strange but its highly poisonous and has the tendency of killing a person within 5 seconds.When we approached the locals for help,hardly anyone offered us any guidance.Finally we all took it as an assignment and left for the biggest snake hunt ever. The Ratican is a colorful snake and has a length of about 8 meters.
"Damn,Steve,where the hell is that limbless creature hiding?" Nicole was pissed off after the 12 hours journey.
"Nicole,girl its our profession dear,ACTV pays us for this and we have to work,"I said to Nicole.
"Ok Chief,"She winked.

We wandered the Amazon like homeless vagabonds.Somehow I had a strong intuition that we had taken a wrong path.I checked the map once again for verification.
"Sir,look this isn't the Berkenstien's path,some one fooled us,we are lost ," Jane was scared and afraid.
"Oh! dear no one has fooled us,lets check,"I soothed Jane.
"Andrew, guess we came across this lake,didn't we?"I asked my team mate and camera man Andrew if we came through that path.

"I guess yes,wait let me check the video camera,"Andrew played his video camera to trace the path.
"Yes,Steve,thats the path ,"Andrew added.
"Then how come we don't see this place on our map,"Now we all were confused.
"Sir, we have to do something,lets leave,"Richard and Jane said in unision.
"No, friends,we have to explore the Ratican on our channel and perhaps it would make us famous,got it," I smiled at both of them.
"Sir,we are hungry,and our food packets are empty,what will we do now?,"Nicole was famished.
"Lets go fishing and search for some nice big fleshy fishes from that lake,"Richard was drooling.

We 5 soon headed for the lake.Fortunately we were able to catch 12 fleshy fishes and Andrews contribution was handy as he caught 8 of those.We never knew the name of the creature that we were eating,but it was delicious.
"Jane,you cook well,"I patted Jane's back.
She smiled in return.
"Jane,you are awesome,"Richard winked at her.
"Umm!Yummy!" Andrew and Nicole said in Unison.

We were in the quest of the great Ratican ,the killer snake who got us into a spot.Ratican is an amphibious snake and belonged to the family of King Cobra and the rattle snake. A big Ratican has the ability to swallow a giant sized rabbit.

"Steve,what next?,"Andrew asked me.
"Lets take some rest,"I said and we slept under the giant Redwoods for a while.
We all dozed off for a while.When we got up after 3hrs,we got the biggest shock and we remained stunned.Richard was lying unconcious and his body had turned blue .His face was swollen.When I checked his pulse,everything was over.He was dead.
His eyes had turned pink and this itself suggested that the Ratican was some where around us. Richard was perhaps the youngest from our group and an enthusiast for adventure activities.
"Steve ,we have to leave now,"Jane was afraid after the Raticans curse.
"Chill,Jane!,"Andrew hugged her.
Somehow my guess was correct and the Ratican was one step away from us.We were a step away from exploring the Ratican.
"Oh!Jerk!"Nicole mumbled.

"We've lost our friend,comrade and don't want to lose anyone now,"She added.
"Nico,it would be nice gift for our Richard,"I said and we searched for the dreadliest snake on earth.
My eyes soon spotted a long snake with black and red stripes separated by a golden fringe.
"Andrew,get the camera near it,"I asked Andrew.
"Is it Ratican?,"Andrew asked.
"Hurray!!We have found the Ratican,"I yelled and screamed.
Nicole and Jane smiled and we all were happy.We carefully picked it and placed it on the box and left for America.
"Hip Hip Hurray,"we 4 shouted and had a group hug.
We remembered Richard at this hour of excitement and we were sure that he would be happy for it .
"Finally our mission is accomplished,"I smiled back at Jane,Nicole and Andrew.

July 2, 2009

Red Rose


My favourite colour is Red. Let me explain why.
Sanjay stood on the doorstep, his heart going thump, thump. Thump, thump. He was frightened, and his trembling knees clearly showed that. The fact it was freezing cold also made Sanjay all the more scared. If you looked closely, you could see that is face was white from the cold breeze, which was blowing softly on to Sanjay's face. He turned around to face the gate behind him. I can't do this, he whispered. I just can't.
Suddenly, the door opened. "Is that you, Sanjay?" Rani asked softly, in her beautiful clear princessy voice. Sanjay's fists clenched together in worry. "Yes. But don't worry, I'll go now-
"Why are you here?" Rani whispered. Sanjay paused, and Rani could see the look in his eyes was of fright. "Has something happened?" she asked.
"No. No, it's nnothhing." Sanjay said, his words a jumble. Rani smiled. "It's something. If it wasn't, why would you be here? I mean, we are in the same university class... do you need help with course work or something?" she asked.
"No! Oh, it's nothing. I'll be off." Sanjay said, stuttering. "Please tell me." Rani said in a sweet voice. Sanjay was so moved that he decided to tell her. "I want to marry you." Sanjay said. He paused, while Rani listened. "I want to marry you, ok? It's been my dream for a long time... but why would a pretty girl like you marry someone ugly like me?" he said, close to tears.
"Firstly, Sanjay, you're not ugly. And secondly, yes, I'll marry you." said Rani, her hands holding Sanjay's hands tightly.
The big day had arrived, and gone! The wedding had been a success, with Rani looking beautiful and Sanjay looking handsome in his black suit. Now they were entering Sanjay's house, holding hands. On the doorstep, was a red rose. "Hey! A beautiful red rose... it's welcoming us together in the house! Red's my favourite colour now!" Rani smiled, showing off her pearly white teeth.
And if it's Rani's favourite colour, it's mine too! The red rose was a sign we would be together always, and now, at 76 and 77, well, we have been together always.
Hey guys! This is my entry for the "Red Contest"! Hope
you enjoyed reading!

June 25, 2009

Mystery Man + Sumita or Sarah

Sarah glanced through the restaurant's window. She was waiting for someone... a man. Her future love, she thought. The only thing that was the problem is that he was her best friend's man. Ok, not really. Her best friend's male companion on a chatroom. Sumita was planning to meet up with the Mystery Man. "It could lead to more than just friendship." Sumita smiled. Then she told Sarah where they were meeting, Sumita and Mystery Man.


The truth is, Sarah was jealous. She was jealous of her best friend having a future relationship with a man. So she was here today, pretending to be Sumita! The Mystery Man didn't know what Sumita looked like...


Ah! That was him! Sarah laughed. Her's, not Sumita's! Sarah ran up to Mystery Man. The only reason she knew what he looked like was because Mystery Man had told Sumita that he would be wearing a red jacket. "Hello! I'm Sumita!" Sarah smiled towards Mystery Man. "Hey Sumita! I'm Matt." he revealed. "Nice to meet you." Sarah said. Then they both sat down and chatted for about 1 hour, while eating the delicious meal of Masala Dosa. Suddenly... Sarah saw someone appear. "Hi, are you the person on the chatroom? I'm Sumita." the real Sumita said. Mystery Man looked confused. "You're Sumita? Then whose this?" Matt said, pointing towards me. "Sarah. That's Sarah." Sumita said, with tears in her eyes.

"How could you do this to me, Sarah?"

June 16, 2009

A conversation

They met an year after the breakup.

"Did you ever miss me"
"Just for a few months.."
"And then you found someone else?"
"No... I stopped missing people."
"Don't tell me that.. You can't do that"
"Its upto you to beleive... I am not going to convince you like before"
"But you said people rarely change"
"Did you not change?"
"In what way ? I still love you"
"Yes, you might still love me.. but you don't trust me anymore"
"But.."
"but i guess you never did" and she walked off.

June 6, 2009

The Mysterious Person At The Door!!!

Knock knock. Who could that be at this time? Vikram wondered. Cautiously, he peeked through the spy glass on the door. He could see a woman carrying a briefcase, but her face was not close enough to be seen. "Who is it?" asked Vikram, being careful not to push the door open. "It's Sally!" the person, called Sally said. "Oh!" Sally was Vikram's wife. "But why are you home now? I thought you were coming back tommorow morning! And why are you carrying a briefcase?" Vikram questioned. "Vikram! Just open the door. It's freezing out here!"

Vikram, or Vik as Sally called him sometimes, smiled. He had thought that his own wife was a crazy murderer or something! Vikram opened the door. At the door was none other than Sari, his ex-wife. "You rascal!" Sari screamed, shoving a knife in Vikram's throat.

June 2, 2009

My Piano and Me @ Night

The night haunts me. The day haunts me too. But when the sun is up, I can see people moving around me – talking to their friends or talking to themselves. As the night drops, my spine shivers. My ankles tremble. My wrists quaver. I fear my keyboard. The notes I play at night are all damp. The Middle C seems to be the best I can press. The C Chord stands beside it, like a lonely friend. The other notes seem obsolete or not understood. The piano does not play well. Or may be, I cannot play it at night. The environment is such – the ambience is such.

However, I long of it. I long for the night. I wait eagerly for the night to come, and when it comes, I get scared! I feel happy in my fright. I feel normal – maybe I was born to live only at nights. The keyboard frightens me. I plug it on and press the Middle C and it sounds like a trumpet. Which is the voice I am playing on? Let me see… its Grand Piano – the normal one! Then, why does it play a trumpet when I press the Middle C? I wish I would know. I keep playing it. C-C-F-G-E-C-C. C-C-F-A-D-C-C. These are the only tunes I can play. These are the only notes I seem to know. And the C Chord stays – 1, 2, 3, 4… it plays on and stops not! Thank you. Thank you for being there – thank you for staying there with me. There is no one. It’s night again!

The other night:

I was playing the piano. I tried the other chords and they played – they played well! I saw the time. It was quarter past 3. Almost morning! I moved aside, pressing the Demo button. It
played on a series of notes – all together – continuously! I felt content. Now, I could afford to leave my room and walk out. I walked out. It was drizzling. No, I did not get wet. It was not that heavy a downpour. I walked across the other door. I walked down the stairs and reached the road. It was silent. The neighbor’s dog was sleeping, inserting its head between his two fore legs. My steps created sound. It woke up – looked at me – woo woo – a mild woof – mentioning its presence – settled within itself again. I smiled – he knows me! I walked across the road. The road was wet – more than I was. Small rivers of water made their way through the curves and cracks. The iron-man (who irons our cloths) was sleeping beside his shop – tired, but comfortable! I roamed for sometime more and got wet a bit by then. I came back home. My piano was still playing. Dhig-Dhig-Chaak; D-Dhig Dhig Chaak! The time stamp read ¾. That was fine. Working well! I listened to the tunes being played and stood there at my door. I wished I could play the same one day – all by myself!

Now:

It’s not raining. It’s rather hot – I am sweating and it’s sticky. The RH (relative humidity) must be very high now. Anyways, the coconut tree across my room allowed a few wafts of breeze to creep in through my window. They were soothing. My piano was off. I did not switch it on for some time now. A couple of weeks, I guess. That is long enough, for sure. I took my new mobile – the touch maestro. I never loved a mobile so much before. Well, I am happy to have it now. The FM widget glowed, when I swapped the mobile desktop and I clicked on it. It started playing the only English FM radio station in town. And the song? One of my favorites and my sister’s too: Be With You by Enrique Iglesias! What a song – there could not have been a better time for it. Suddenly I want to write a few more lines for the song. I remembered the lyrics and I wrote:


I Wanna Be With You
Will I ever get a chance?
Will you ever let me dance?
Will ever let me say, how much I love you?
Wanna be with you!!


I am happy. I really want to be with her. The piano keys glaze. I switched it on and started to play the song – not the one I was listening to; but the one I wrote just now. I am playing the song now. The Middle C rocks – and so does the C Chord! And when both are together it is awesome. I pressed on Voice and selected 72 – Trumpet! All set now. I am playing it – my words, my tune, my song! C-C-B-D… I look at the clock. It’s quarter to 3. Almost morning!







Happy to have my space @ TWL back. I Love Writing here. More so, when somebody misses my writes. I am happy to be able to write my mind here. This post, is dedicated to Pratibha Sofat. Thanks Sis :)