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Category: Relationship

Collection of Best Relationship Stories

  • A Relation

    A Relation

    My son was doing nothing. What could we have done?

    “how do you like the girl? Avram asked his friend. I already have done the investigation from head to toe regarding this relation, I have told you about this. Instead, you people should tell me what is your opinion?” said my friend.

    Chiayi took the side of her husband, “Listen, brother, she belongs to our city and if we said something else then you will feel that we are taking her side again”.

    The ceremony of first you – first you continued. In the end, Avram took a conversation to a stable state, “Every boy has wishes regarding his marriage life. He always wants that his in-laws should stay happy and prosperous. He wants his upcoming bride family members to have all the long and lustrous cars and other automobiles, but did the bride family members had all this?”

    “If in case they don’t have all this, does it matter? We had all this”, said the boy.

    ‘That means you have no problem regarding this.’ “I made it all because I want to listen to it from your mouth that you agree with this RELATION and you really like it,” said Avram while giggling aloud.

  • The Never Dying Love [Chapter – 1]

    The Never Dying Love [Chapter – 1]

    This story is of two students Ria and Danny who were unaware of even the existence of each other till this happened.

    Both of them were of completely different nature like two sides of a coin. Ria was conservative and shy and did not talk to many people, she was an introvert and kept things to herself. She was very obedient and studios and agreed to all the things her parents told her to do. Whereas on the other hand, Danny was just the opposite, he was an out Vert with loads and loads of friends. He was more into social life and had been to many places with his friends. He was not at all studious and was far away from being obedient. He did not meet his family much as he would often leave at night and come back in the morning. His timings never coincided with the timings of his mom and dad. They (Ria and Danny) both were completely different in their approach towards studies. While Ria cared about her future and studied for long stretches in one go Danny was the son of an industrialist and studied minimal, according to him the efforts put into studying while sitting at a place for long hours were a waste.

    They both just finished their class twelfth examination and were awaiting results.

    Finally, the day had come when the results were to be declared. Ria was really tensed and scared and to calm herself had been to the temple early in the morning but Danny had returned that morning from partying all night long as it was the weekend and slept, he couldn’t care less about the results. This was showcased in his mark sheet. He barely passed in all his subjects securing an overall percentage of thirty – five percent. Ria, on the other hand, secured an outstanding ninety – seven percent and was happy that her efforts and hard work finally paid off.

    The parents of both of them were happy and decided to award their children with gifts. Danny’s parents were happy because they did not expect him to even pass but he did. To celebrate they threw a party at a 5 – star restaurant and called all their relative as well as friends and as a surprise gifted Danny a Royal Enfield Bullet along with an Audi Q3, they also booked him a package of Europe with two of his friends.

    On the other hand, Ria’s parents too were happy and proud of their daughter for scoring such an outstanding percentage. They gifted Ria her new phone and decided to take her to a nearby scenic location for a vacation which she definitely deserved and distributed sweets among their relatives on this occasion.

    The reactions of their children to the gifts were priceless to them. Ria was very happy and cried the instant she received her new phone whereas Danny was a little sad as he expected a Porsche but later settled for Audi Q3.

  • The House with a Banyan Tree- Part 2

    The House with a Banyan Tree- Part 2

    ……..Whenever there is any ritual or pooja that need to be done in our house, all the men would sit in the front room. Ladies and children used to sit in the middle room. When the middle room when out of space the children would rush to the room that was in the left corner of the house. It was the third and the last room of our house and we used to call it, “The radio room”. Because at that time during the old days a very few people had the radios and the people who had the radios they carried the license of having the radio. In the past days, you need to have the license even for the radio. After every six months, we need to renew the license of keeping the radio and it would charge us a considerable amount. My father used to sleep in that room. The radio was kept on the rack which was fitted on the wall. The radio was kept there because children couldn’t reach that radio. The songs used to play from the radio all day making the house alive.

    Our house was in the countryside, where no other house was in close vicinity. All the houses were in the main village. So, it was a mesmerising and a calm place. Our house was the only one standing away from the others. Our house was the secluded one. At the night, few dogs along with their puppies would come under the shelter of the tree and would sleep there without any worries. My mother used to feed them the leftover food early in the morning. The very first flatbreads would go the cow and the last flatbreads would go to the puppies and dogs. My mother learnt all this from my grandmother and now practice it.

    Because it was a dreary and secluded place if ever there would be any unfavourable circumstances the dogs soon get aware and will start barking. Knowing or unknowingly the dogs were attached to our house and even with that banyan tree. The birds living in their nests on the banyan tree slowly became a part of our everyday lives. When the birds came to their nest in the evening my mother would burn candles, lanterns and diyas near the tree. The birds had started becoming a part of our daily routine. Whenever my mother used to enter the home after visiting the market, she would take a deep breath before entering the home. It looks like that she wants to take in all the air purified by the tree in one go. She would take in the exact amount that she needed. Besides giving the fresh and purified air to mother the tree still had enough pure air to give to every member of the house.

    My father came back from the work at that time only on the cycle. The Banyan tree got the news of him returning to home before anyone else in the home. We then tell us to our mother that our dad is back! And when my dad parks his cycle in the verandah of our house, then all the children of our house would surround him. This was a ceremony that we started doing when we were too little to welcome him. He would then bless us by moving his hands on our heads. After all this, we would rush to the radio room. He would then go to the bathroom to freshen up a little bit. He used to be his hands and face. I along with my siblings would open our books and started studying before he came to that room. He had a satisfying look on his face when he would see us studying.

    We would make our both ends meet in studying to make him happy. We used to play around that banyan tree during our holidays. It was very peaceful. In vacations, every day I would practice it hard to climb on the branch of Banyan tree but could never make it. My younger brother would climb up that branch in a steady manner without having an inch of fear. We all grew up in the shade of Banyan tree. The banyan tree was playing a great role in our education too. Up to higher secondary school, we never study with a new book. We used to get second-hand or third-hand books because they were available at the half price. The Banyan tree shade made the old pages of second or third-hand books rigid in our education. The Banyan tree shade showed us that either the paper is brand new or wrinkled with dark shades, it doesn’t matter. All that matter is what knowledge the inked paper gives us. We always felt that The Banyan tree is present in each page of our books.

    The Banyan tree which was residing in every corner of our house. The Banyan tree was with us in all ups and downs of our life. It was there with us in every moment. We came to know all this about the Banyan tree when our grandfather died and went to heaven. The neighbours and the people who pass by the tree started saying “… Grandfather of the house with Banyan tree is no more.”

    Some people started saying, “The father-in-law of the lady who lives in the house with Banyan tree is no more.”

    My friend Rutan was saying to friends of our group that, “Do you know my friend who lives in the house with Banyan tree, his grandfather is no more.”

    My father’s friends were telling their friends that, “Our colleague who lives in the house with Banyan tree, his father is no more.

    That day we all felt that… Banyan is not merely a tree. The Banyan tree is one of the most lovable, valuable and the respected member of our family. The is the constant in our family. The tree is the eldest member of our family. This banyan tree is revolutionary. This banyan tree is the one and our only one recognition.

  • why am i single? (part 2)

    why am i single? (part 2)

    Read part I

    A few hours later I wake up in a state of frenzy. I don’t remember what really happened but I am aware that I was sad before going to sleep. I help my mom with some stuff and I later sit to study. Five minutes later, my phone beeps. It’s a text from Akshit saying “are you alright?” Although I am upset but I know it is not really his fault, so I pick up the courage and I lie “yeah, I am fine.” He asks why I ran off all of a sudden, and I start wondering if he actually is so naïve or just pretending to avoid the situation. Anyways I tell him I had a head ache , and we talk about random things after that.

    The next few days, things between us are awkward. He asks several times but I don’t know what to tell him. I just feel so desperate all the time, watching him surrounded by girls waiting for him to come to me. I distance myself wishing to avoid all the hurt. A few days later, on the day of school’s annual function whole of our class has a after party at the cyber hub. I am supposed to leave with my dad who is late in picking me up. Akshit offers to wait with me, I refuse at first but then he is Akshit, it is difficult to say no. He tries to talk, we talk about school. And then there’s awkward silence between us. Out of nowhere he asks “did, I do something wrong?” I try looking confused and refuse. He doesn’t accept and keeps on forcing me to talk. I talk around the topic but he is as adamant me. In the end I give up and I don’t know how but I tell him about the day I ran off. He starts laughing and I stare in bewilderment. When he stops laughing he looks at me and says “I didn’t react because I didn’t even pay attention, I can’t imagine that kind of relationship with you, it’s a joke for me. I don’t know about you.” That gives me a certain kind of relief. Though I have so many questions, but this seems enough right now. And I am thinking about all the possibilities. He brings me back into reality. “I guess your dad’s here”. I look back and I see the car arrive, he and my dad exchange greetings. I say goodbye and get into the car. When I get to home I get into my room and I text him for the first time in a few days.

    Me: Hey, reached home?

    Akshit: yeah, just now, what about you?

    Me: yup, so we were talking?

    Akshit: yeah, I guess, its funny, you didn’t talk to me for a month for such a stupid reason, did you not think for a minute maybe I didn’t care what she thinks?

    Me: my bad, anyways, you were saying something before my dad came?

    Akshit: just that I don’t think of you as anything close to a sister.

    Me: why so?

    Akshit: now, this isn’t fair. You didn’t feel good about what she said. I didn’t ask you.

    Me: why?

    Akshit: you are playing smart, forcing me to say everything. Its obvious.

    Me: yeah, it is.

    Akshit: so, come on, now, speak up. Don’t act smart.

    Me: what? What am I supposed to say?

    Akshit: so, you like to play?

    Me: huh?

    Akshit: not in that sense, am sorry!

    Me: its okay, I didn’t mind.

    Akshit: so, I will be direct, why did you mind when she compared my relationship to you as a brother’s?

    Me: its obvious, you know. The same reason you can’t think of me as your sister.

    Akshit: talk about it.

    Me: why me, though?

    Akshit: since you were the one who stopped talking to me because of this idiotic reason.

    Me: so its idiotic?

    Akshit: no, I mean, don’t play with me.

    Me: Anyways, I need to go now, its dinner time,I will see you in school. Goodnight.

    Akshit: we are not done talking about this. Meet me in the bus parking tomorrow morning.

    Me: okay.

    Next morning, as promised I see him in the morning waiting for me. I walk up to him.

    Me: hello, morning!

    Akshit: (excitedly) Morning!! Let’s skip the assembly, we can talk!

    Me: but how? I generally hide in the washroom, but we can’t, you know?

    Akshit: we will hide in my mom’s office, come on, don’t be a coward.

    Akshit’s mom was school’s administrator; she had a personal office on the first floor unlike other staff. We reached there and waited for all the students to disperse to the assembly hall. After silence falls, he starts talking,

    Akshit: no more games, give up, already!

    Me: Akshit, you know, that is why we are here, why don’t you give up?

    Akshit: me? Oh, trust me, I have already given up. Yes, I like you and you do too, I guess?

    Me: thank god!

    Akshit: thank me!! So, now that we are clear, what next?

    Me: what next?

    Akshit: I will tell you

    With this, he takes my hand and pulls me closer. I am nervous. I say “ akshit it’s your mom’s cabin, what are you doing?”. He holds me by waist and says “ Relax, mom doesn’t have camera in here. Now stay quiet and listen, Nisha Choudhary, I think you are a really cute person, I feel happy around you, I like you and I want you to be my girlfriend, do you accept?”

    I just blush and nod in agreement, we both are smiling uncontrollably, he pulls me into a hug. In that moment, I feel complete for the first time in months. I had been waiting for this so long. But I had no idea it would feel like this, so bright, so exciting. After a minute he pulls back, I do the same only to find our faces touching each other, I am looking into his eyes, I have always loved his eyes, they shine like stars, at least for me. He touches my cheek and I feel the butterflies flutter in my stomach. And just like all the teenagers, I feel the adrenaline rush and so does he I guess, we both lean in, his lips touch mine and I feel myself melt, slow at first, the kiss grows deeper. I dive into the kiss, he pushes me back against the chair, his hands hold my face , I am holding him by his arms. We bite each other’s lips, his tongue finds mine, its my first kiss and funnily, its wet but heavenly. I can’t breathe but I don’t feel like stopping. But after a few moments, I pull out grasping for air and I breathe heavily, his arms still holding me, he starts laughing. I say, “yeah, go on, you can laugh, its my first, you must be experienced”. He shushes me and “ what do you think of me? Some kind of player? Its my first too. But I guess, I enjoyed more than you because I like you more”. I shut him up by forcing my lips on his again. He reverts and we kiss again before leaving for class. And just like that my first teenage crush ends up being my boyfriend.

  • Arrange Marriage – Part 1

    Arrange Marriage – Part 1

    Sukriti is really nervous as she wears the saree her mother had chosen. She looked lovely in baby pink simple saree, her hair tied in a neat bun, her hands adorned with bangles, her earrings sparkled and she blushed by looking at herself. Her self adoration was interrupted as she heard her door bell ring and her father opened the door. Her supposed groom with his family was here.

    Sukriti Shah is a 25 year old and works as a cashier in a bank. She is a simple B.Com graduate. She is fair, 5′ 2″ tall, slim figure, long hair and average looks. But all in all she looked lovely. She is the only daughter of her parents and they are a middle class family. Her father is a shop owner and her mother is a housewife. They were a typical middle class family. Sukriti herself was very conservative. She studied in all girls school and a all girls college. Never made a boyfriend or even a male friend. For her, her husband would be everything.

    Sukrit’s mother came and gave the tray of tea to her. They both then entered the adjoining room where groom, his parents and his younger sister were sitting. She served tea to everyone and when she saw the groom her heart nearly skipped a beat. He was really handsome. He must be 5’10” tall, fair, nicely built with a very sexy well trimmed beard. She sat opposite to the groom. And the questionnaire began,

    ‘What is your name child?’

    ‘Sukriti Shah’

    ‘Tell us about yourself’

    ‘I am a cashier at bank. I am a B.Com graduate. I know everything there is to know about household.’

    ‘Very good. This is our Vikrant. He is a B.Tech graduate. He is currently working in a software company. I think we should let both of you get acquainted.’

    Parents left the room and both of them were alone. Sukriti was waiting for him to ask something.

    ‘So do you have any questions for me?’ asked Vikrant.

    ‘Yes, I really don’t know much about you. I would like to know where do you work?’ asked Sukriti barely looking him in the eye.

    ‘I work in a multinational company, in Mumbai. Do you have any hobbies?’ He answered observing her.

    ‘I like to cook. Apart from that I am also passionate about painting. And you?’ she answered blushing even more as he is staring at her.

    ‘I am a footballer for a club in Mumbai. I do not know cooking n all. Would you like to keep working even after marriage?’

    ‘I would want to keep working but i am also comfortable in being a housewife.’

    Their parents returned and Vikrant’s family left. Sukriti told her parents that she liked Vikrant. Her parents were happy as Vikrant’s parents did not want any dowry and just wanted the wedding to be grand. They started waiting for their answer. Sukriti’s heart was in a constant turmoil as to what will happen next?

  • Ashes of Love!

    Ashes of Love!

    A Love Story From World War II

    …The radio is turned up, everyone is sitting around the table eating and discussing about the world war.

    Mother’s cupcakes are adding more flavour to the conversation and dad has been continuously worried about the consequences. ”Akiro, can you please pass the sushi?” called my mother, I being scant to do it reached out my hand to the other side “Akiro, you moron, it is salt what you have passed”, giggled my sister Lia.

    … Chatting over the table and enjoying our meal, we heard a scathing sound. My parents and I ran outside. What we were seeing was a torroid tornado coming our way. My father asked me to take the car and run “I love you Akiro. Be safe and take care of yourself”, whispered my mother. “But we all can run away, trust me, we will survive, just hurry up “, I shouted.” You are our best creation, please live for us “, my father obliged. Unable to see anything because of the tears, I took the car away and that was the last time I saw my parents.

    I could see the thwacking of the winds. I saw a beautiful rich girl stepping in front of my car, wanting to die.” Are you insane?” stopping the car instantaneously, I screamed. “Have you lost it?” I know everyone is dying but what made you think that I will drive over you?” I asked her abruptly. “Look back!” quivering she cried. I dragged her away in the car. Al though being in such acute condition, what I was feeling was pathetic. The moment I held her hand, I felt the whole universe moving inside me. I couldn’t ask her to settle. The situation was not doing justice. The tears were rolling down her red chubby cheeks, her skin was vibrant, her attractive eyes were excruciating. I lost my control and hit a pole.

    “Did I hurt you miss ?”, I enquired.

    “Kira, no you did not sir? “

    “Akiro , we will have to hurry up.”

    We reached a military barracks where everyone was preparing to go inside a dungeon which was twenty feet below the surface. The last soldier while stepping inside lost his hands and the waves successfully entered the dungeon but he sacrificed his life and closed the heavy metal door. Seven soldiers, five old woman, three kids, me and Kira were the only light in that dark room.

    Settling over after a while, I sat next to Kira; she was still looking insanely beautiful. “Your hands are badly hurt.” She nodded. “Maybe the radioactive winds wanted to touch my sexy hands.”, I replied sarcastically. She walked around and bought a first aid.

    “If you don’t mind?”.

    “All yours miss.”, blurtly I said.

    “It will hurt you but I don’t think a warrior will brandish a bit.”, she smiled.

    “A warrior? ”

    “Yes, a coerce warrior.”

    “So you think that I forced you ?”

    “If you wouldn’t have forced, I might not be here healing your wounds !”

    “So, in your percept, am I the good one or the bad one?”, I blushed.

    “This will take time to heal”, she smiled.

    After spending that hectic day, we slept well. I was the first one to get up from the sleep. There were innumerous sunlight beams falling on Kira’s face. The sunlight was eccentuating her beauty:

    “ Where I was living since twenty one years for what I died the moment I saw you.

    What I was dreaming every night for now you have been the one most wanted.

    How I loved the Daifuku so much when your voice is the sweetest thing I have ever tasted.

    Now, I have all the answers to my irrelevant questions. The answer that gives morale. The answer is YOU. “

    When we realised that the condition was now safe, we all decided to head towards Nagasaki to the safe house. Sitting in the back of the open jeep, Kira was looking every here and there to search for a similar face but couldn’t find one and started crying. I put my hand on her shoulder. “ Now that we have survived, we must not look what we have lost. We should be optimistic and start a new journey as a warrior ! “, she held my another hand and put her head on my shoulder.

    “ Thank you Akiro, I had lost the hope to live. I am thankful to great powers for sending such a handsome warrior.”

    “ So, today I am a handsome warrior!” I smiled.

    “ Yes, my kind of handsome”, she winked.

    We stopped at a place for our meal. Though we were not talking much, our love was flying with colors in that black city.

    Everyone was asleep by now. I was staring at the moon by the river side .Disturbed by Kira’s walking I turned around . She looked ravishing.

    “Couldn’t sleep? “

    “Nah.”

    “ The thoughts or the mosquitos?”

    “ I slept in the dungeon.”

    “ Then I guess the thought of me kept you awake then?”

    Ignoring my question, she remained silent.

    “ You are beautiful Kira. Please answer my question now.”

    “Wouldn’t I be considered as a desperate one then?”

    “And who fool will judge you like that?”

    “You, maybe!”

    “Now I am a fool too, great!”

    “My kind of fool.”

    “Are you answering or should I leave?”

    “From the moment you saved me to the one you keep staring at me, you have been into my thoughts Akiro. No sec I was left alone. I was not crying for my losses but for you!”

    “But darling I was absolutely fine. You don’t need to cry for such silly thing”

    “Silly? What If I die? Would that be silly then?”

    “I’ll die before you so as you get saved. No more talking about deaths now. We will have a wonderful life in Nagasaki. God has planned something for us.”

    “Us! Okay. But I might….”

    “Say it please”

    “Nothing, it is just that I feel COMPLETED!”

    Without taking a moment, our lips met under the blooming skies. We made love. Love out of our words in every way possible. I had my best sleep that night in her arms. While completing our journey she added

    “When we step in there, I would get married to you my idiot warrior”

    “But miss how can I marry you?”

    Disturbed by my response she asked “Am I not beautiful to you?”

    “How can I marry as I have already married you two days back my love in my mind” I added laughing

    She kissed me. “My warrior scared me”

    We reached Nagasaki on 9th August. The safe house was everything we had expected of. People were grateful for their existence. We eat our meal. With that heavy stomach, I could barely walk but asked by my lovely partner we decided to go on a walk. The pleasant weather was adding more romance. We sat beside a small lake. I was looking at the world’s most astonished masterpiece! We were engrossed in staring each other…

    “I love you Akiro!” a tear rolled down her eyes

    “I love you more Kira” I hugged her with all I had.

    “You know what, I am really happy now. I don’t want anything now. I just want to spend this whole new life with…….”

    She couldn’t finish her sentence for what the pacific world war wasn’t end yet. Another bomb hit the grounds.

    “The souls which were about to meet, now lay in the ashes of love.. ”

     

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  • Why am I single?

    Why am I single?

    Five years ago, when my boyfriend broke up with me, it felt like the world came crashing down. It felt as if, I was void of feeling anything in the world. We had been dating merely 2 months but the pain that my first breakup gave me still wakes me up in the middle of the night. Everyone around me is perplexed and they feel I need therapy. I keep on telling them its not so bad but honestly? It’s the worst thing I have felt I guess. Everyday since then, I have wanted to share the reason behind this but every time I think about it, the silent questions that people have in their eyes they start screaming inside my head, “this girl is crazy”, “why doesn’t she go to a therapist?” “Did something​ tragic happen in her life?” . Today I ignore those voices that hold me back as I attempt to explain everything that I feel.

    Has it ever happened to you as a kid , you wake up in the morning, you see your dad is home from a trip with an amazing present for you? Five years ago, the november felt like that, the time when he started talking to me in the class. Before that , we were both invisible to each other. In fact I was invisible to everybody. He had been absent in the classes being busy preparing a dance for the annual function in the school. I am sitting in the physics class and he appears beside me and says , “have you completed your notes? I need your notebook for a day” . I just reply with a nod and hand him the notebook. He goes back to his seat. Next day he comes up to me as I enter the class, passing me the notebook he says thank you and walks back to his group. I do the same and go to my friends. The next thing I know he is smiling at me from there. Being courteous, I smile back. We start saying hello to each other every morning with a smile. Its normal for him because he is like that with everyone. For me on the other side , it felt like I was finally being noticed in the world. It changed everything. After a week or so, he asks me to teach him a topic which he wasn’t able to understand. I agree and he comes and sits with me , I feel so conscious the whole time but the girl inside me can’t stop smiling. Now since we are friends, he starts sitting with me in classes now, asking me for help on certain topics now and then . My days pass by in anticipation of sitting with him the next day. One day , he has a doubt which I can’t clear in the class, he asks for my number, I am soaring high in the sky but there is a problem, I don’t have a personal phone. Anyways, I give my mom’s second number. I go home and the first thing I do, is ask mom for a personal phone, i shout and fight until she agrees to give me the spare phone. I wait impatiently for the call , planning on what all to talk about. After about an hour sitting with the phone in my hand , it rings. I pickup and say hi in excitement , he starts asking questions, I answer and wait for it to be over soon so that I can talk about something else. When it finally gets over, he hangs up saying his mom is calling, he can’t talk. I get sad for obvious reasons and sulk in my room. At midnight, the phone rings again, I check the phone, its him. My mom shouts who is calling so late at night? I say its Vodafone and cut the call, I text him,asking  whats the matter? He replies back saying he couldn’t talk earlier so he called to talk. I text back telling him about my mom. He says he is getting bored and asks if I can talk on texts. Although I am sleepy as hell, but I can’t miss this chance, so i tuck my head inside the blanket with the phone and  start talking about our interests, hobbies, truth and dare and all the stuff you can imagine teens talking about. I write and delete , thinking what would sound interesting. We talk for 2 hours almost, I wish him goodnight hesitating whether to  add a kissing emoji in the end, he texts instead  , a good night with the ,three hearts.  My heart inflates seeing the hearts and I send the same text back. The next morning we are talking like best friends, it feels amazing, i stop myself from hugging him a dozen​ times. This goes on for days, sitting with him in the class , texting at nights. The feeling is nothing like I can express. He is the centre of my world, and for once I am the centre of someone’s world.  I start flirting , and the amazing part is I didn’t even know that part of  me existed. Every time he says something remotely close to flirting, I blush red. In school, I start hanging out with him  all the time. I can’t even look at anything else when he is around. I wait for him every day to come and sit with me. In breaks I sit with him in the amphitheatre. I feel so happy when I see people looking at us. I can’t explain what it feels like to be noticed, to be with him. We exchange messages on notebooks in between the classes. My first bunk in school, I am with him in an empty classroom just talking and I can’t stop telling my best friend all about him. One such day, I am walking around with him and one of his friends and she suddenly says something about him being my brother. I don’t know what exactly I expected from him,but  he just laughs, there’s no protest from his side. And I? I feel rejected,I feel like i have been punched hard and as if something has been snatched away from me  but I say nothing, I just leave them talking saying goodbye. I reach home and go to sleep as I feel its the only thing that could keep all the sadness off my mind………….

    To be continued in the next part……….

  • Thoughts…?

    Thoughts…?

    in the game

    “In the game of I Love you more,
    she finally quit.
    And I believe, She won.

  • Patience is the key…

    Patience is the key…

    “I’m already here.”

    “That’s good. I’m on the cab now; give me fifteen minutes.” She responded. “If you see a MH 7546, that’ll be me.”

    I told her to take care before she hung up. I put down my phone and looked to my left. I caught the sight of the waitress coming over with a cup of coffee that I had just ordered.

    She put it on my table and I gave a smile in return.

    My eyes followed the trail of the curly smokes lazily rising from the cup. Trailing the chair beside me with my fingers, I remember sitting in the same spot five years ago when I first met Lakshmi.

    She’s proven herself on our first date she’s someone who gave me an aim to live this life rather than making money, and I must admit, that made me fall for her. Ever since then, a lot of things have changed. We weren’t the college sweethearts we once were. We started having dreams that differed from each other.

    She worked at an Engineering college an hour away from where I was employed. She started out as a lecturer and I a General Physician. We pushed ourselves to the limit to get recognized, and all of our efforts paid off, perhaps the success made us insensitive towards our love life.

    None of us attempted to call it the end. It was a secure partnership. We were good friends. But suddenly, our conversations never involved thinking about getting married or having a family in the future.

    I don’t blame her. I don’t blame myself either. No matter how much two people invest at the start of the relationship, no one can prepare them for the eventual downfall of it.

    Were relationships that lasted this long supposed to feel so empty?

    Perhaps we grew too much apart that our relationship perished in return.

    I feel like I’m being unfair to her. I’d rather leave her than be confronted with questions whether I want to continue down this path with her or not. I have been patient enough to see how things will play out, and as it turns out, I could just be hurting her more than completing her life.

    I ought to put an end this illusion today. Which is why having to meet here here on buzzing Monday felt too ordinary for me. A special place to do something so sorrowful. Call me cruel, but that’s how it should unfold.

    Three hours have passed since I have come to terms with my thoughts. What in the world happened to Lakshmi? Could she have guessed the agenda of our meeting?

    I wouldn’t realize it then, but I thought too much of hurting her that it didn’t occur to me how she can also do it to me and possibly more.

    I heaved a sigh and looked out of the window. I don’t see any traffic jam on the road. It did start raining an hour ago, but it wasn’t even heavy at all.

    I felt stuck in the cafe. Time seemed frozen, and so were the people around me who seemed to be talking on and on. I tried calling Lakshmi on the phone, but it was switched off.

    That’s it! If she just kidding with me, I’d write him a letter instead. I stomped like a kid upon leaving the cafe. I was too angry by now.

    It took some time before I sighted a taxi. The driver parked it by my side. On notifying him about my destination, he apologied “Sorry Saheb; the road leading to your house is blocked due to an accident.”

    I nodded. Maybe that’s where Lakshmi got stuck.

    “Poor friend of mine, though. He’ll never be able to drive again, not with crushed legs like that.”

    “Is he also a cab driver just like you?”

    “Yeah.”

    Hearing this, I got numb. I can feel my lips tremble as I uttered, “Everyone else must have survived then.”

    The way the driver shook his head reminded me of a helpless doctor who had to announce the death of his patient.

    I closed my eyes and clasped my hands together. “Please, do you know the plate number of your friend’s cab?”

    The driver must have found it odd that I kept on asking about his friend. “MH 754…6..or..7. I don’t exactly remember. Do you know him? Seems like you’re really interested.”

    I was no longer in control of my body which shook violently. Being suddenly silent after all those questions, he looked at me and asked again, “Do you know him?”

    “No,” I said in between tears, which poured down uncontrollably. “Only the passenger.”

    “ARREY DEVAA…” I heard the driver curse under his breath. Without having to ask for it, he made me sit inside and took the taxi around and headed to where the accident had happened.

    It wouldn’t sink in me that Lakshmi is gone forever until I see her.

    When we arrived at the scene, the driver didn’t even ask me to pay. Instead he followed me to the scene which was pure chaos, with police and ambulance cars surrounding the area. All I wanted was to see Lakshmi. Lakshmi whom I was about to part ways with!

    A police constable attempted to stop me from approaching the scene, but I told him I’m the dead victim’s boyfriemd. He had a crestfallen look when he heard it and took me to a covered stretcher.

    His boyfriend. I can’t believe I can still call myself that despite everything I’ve thought about us. That would make things a lot simpler, though.

    My hands were shaking as I pulled down the cover. It was definitely Lakshmi, who looked like she has fallen into a deep slumber. No visible injuries, but she’s gone. I put the cover back and walked away.

    For a moment, I stood there, with exactly no idea what to do next. What they say is true: you never know the value of something until you’ve completely lost it.

    The constable came to where I was, holding something in his hands.

    “I think these belong to you. This has been clearly ruled out as an accident, so I don’t think this belongings still holds its relevance. Once again, I’m sorry.” With that, he left.

    It was an envelope with something bulky in it. Nothing was written on it, but I carefully opened it to find a small box and a short letter. It read:

    “Avinash,

    Thank you for staying with me throughout these years.

    I decided to write this letter simply because I tremble while giving speeches in public places (even though I teach), and I know you love letters more than anything else.

    I haven’t had the smallest amount of confidence in me, and yet you were patient enough to put me back in track into life. You remain the most wonderful and important person in my life.

    I believe we haven’t talked much about the future, but here’s a little something I can give in return for all your patience.”

    Opening a small box, I found an elegant diamond ring with both of our initials engraved on it with the phrase, “Patience is love grown eternally.”

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  • Finding Him was like Coming Home.

    Finding Him was like Coming Home.

    They lie about intimacy; it has nothing to do with the skin. This was something she always heard yet never believed; not until he told her that he can resist the cravings of his body to touch hers. The enormous love for herself that she saw in his eyes, gave her Goosebumps and the truth was she was in love with them too. He looked at her the way any woman would love and want to be looked at by her man. His presence draped her in the warmth of comfort, care, emotions, respect; something much more than love and love making. He loved her smile and she loved how he always smiled, seeing her smile.

    Within the four walls of the room that night, she was all set to go on the voyage through the tides of emotions and feelings. He told her how he loved the little things about her, of her and in her; starting from the sound of her breaths to their smell. As soon as his hand brushed against hers, she suddenly realized that this was the magic people used to talk about in which she never believed but, that night somehow, she was compelled to believe in magic and she gave him the credits for this.

    They looked at each other; the twinkle in their eyes was bright enough to diminish the darkness of that night, their breaths warm enough to let go of that chilly night, their heartbeats fast and loud enough to fade away the stillness of that silent night. Their minds were eventful yet the magic lied in the fact that both of them lacked words. It was just their eyes talking, lips parting to speak up yet unable to give voice to the hustle of their hearts and minds. They looked at each other again this time; the atmosphere was chocked with nervousness and anxiety. It was too much for them to handle and so, she took the initiative to tease him and distract both of them in order to calm their minds and souls, for the tides of the emotions were making the ship unstable, the one they were sailing in. Her finger reached his body to tickle him but, this time he reacted differently.

    He closed his eyes to feel that little touch by her and she was overwhelmed by seeing this reaction on his face. She lost it; the flood of emotions already destroyed the walls of coldness that she herself built to protect her heart. She held his beautifully innocent and peaceful face in her palms and tilted her head towards his right ear and took a deep sigh there. He couldn’t resist this gesture of hers and decided to repeat what she just did to him.

    He imitated her most of the times and she loved it always but, this particular moment was his best imitation of hers and favorite performance for her. His hands made way to her face and he bent towards her as well, taking a deep sigh near her left ear. This was the moment she melted. Like the right timing, the right touch; this right person in her life gave her the feeling she never experienced; as indescribable as this feeling was, it was undoubtedly peaceful. This feeling overwhelmed her like, the sight of food does to someone who has been starving for days; this feeling was as overwhelming and peaceful as that of an awaited orgasm for a normal human. They weren’t normal; this moment wasn’t usual.

    As divine as it seems, it was a joyful reunion of two souls that had known each other for years already and yet always longing to know a little more of each other. They both sat still for some time, holding each other’s hands gently and looking into each other’s eyes. None of them remembers exactly when that sometime ended but, for them it was as short as a second yet as never-ending as forever. She realized that he was the peace that people searched for; in music, in books, in nature and in the process of finding him, she had experienced it all.

    For her, finding him was as peaceful and relaxing as coming home and she knew that he was her final destination.