Tag: love

  • Attached at The Heart

    Attached at The Heart

    Love can happen many times with different persons. True love happens many times but with the same person. Adrian, agonised by the breakup he recently initiated, tries to reconcile things with his girlfriend because he too fell in love many times with the same girl. 

     

    “There are no perfect couples. Need I say again? No couples are perfect.” Derek tried to put some sense in my head about my break-up with Mellisa.

    “But this ain’t about perfection buddy. She felt she was no more compatible with me. It was her choice.” I told him rising angrily from the chair.

    “Are you not sorry about this Adrian? After all the good times you guys had together, don’t you think it is immoral to leave her?”

    “Will you please shut that bloody words spilling from your mouth Derek! Don’t you dare tell me what is right and wrong and what is moral and immoral.” I blurted out in a fury and regretted immediately. Derek was my best friend. As a child, it was his name I learnt prior to mine. And damn me for using filthy words at him.

    As I turned at him with an apologetic look, he was already staring at me with a smile that beautifully hid his hurt. If there was a single person under the sun who’d never judge me, it was Derek.

    “So what’s up with that new girl you met on web? Positive?” he asked to lighten the chaotic situation I just created.

    “Yup! She is kind of interested in me, and so am I. We have planned to go on a date tomorrow. There must be something that will make me want to cling to her. I’ve got to figure it out.”

    “Don’t mess it up this time buddy” he whispered and lit a cigarette as we walked towards the car.

     

    I took a table in the corner. This is one of the restaurants I love to visit when I have none to accompany. It was not the cuisine but the ambience here that captivates me. The restaurant was on the sea shore that wasn’t cluttered with swimmers, walkers, dogs or other signs of life. But today I’m not alone. My new girlfriend Elena promised me for a date.

    As I waited for her, a girl with dark brown hair and red lips butted my thoughts as usual.

    Yeah, it was Mellisa, my ex-girlfriend. All these days I have warned my mind to reject her thoughts but it never seemed to oblige with me.

    Damn her! I’m technically dating another girl, yet in reality Mellisa’s thoughts seem to date me.

    Trying to clear off her thoughts, which evidently never bugged off, I patiently waited for my new girlfriend. She was already late by one hour. Her absence raced my thoughts back to Mellisa, in spite of the strong diversions I tried and failed to create.

     

    My first date with Mellisa flashed like a lightening on a stormy night. She was keen on keeping her word. That evening of our first date, I found her sitting serenely at the table waiting for me, while I was as usual late. She wasn’t sitting idle or wasn’t throwing envious looks at the beautiful girls around, but she seemed lost in the book she was reading.

    “I’ve been so caught up in the work and lost track of time. Sorry for the delay.” I told her and gave a brief hug.

    “Never mind. I’m with my bestie, so didn’t realize your delay” she said waving the book in the air and smiling. Oh gosh! Her smile. It was more beautiful than the pay check I just received. I fell for her smile.

    ‘What are you reading?’ has introduced me to many of my favorite books and favorite people. I asked her the same and she showed me the book briefing up what the book was about. I was so lost in staring at the seductive way her eyes rolled and the manner she waved her hands that I could hardly hear what she told. By the time she finished, I was clueless of what she told. Thank my stars! She made no discussion on what she just explained.

     

    A loud ring on my phone brought me back from my reverie. It was Elena, my new girlfriend on phone informing that the traffic was heavy and it would take 20 minutes to reach there, Clueless of how to vile away the time, I resumed my thoughts back to Mellisa. This time I did not fight to shun them, because I know I would definitely fail.

     

    My first date with Mel had no elements of romance unlike the romantic dates shown in movies and books.

    We talked about the things people tend to avoid when they’re trying to make a good impression: hopes subverted by mistakes, relationships sabotaged by shortcomings. The conversation ranged organically from books and theatre to politics and our personal histories. She seemed to have a clear opinion on everything she spoke. I can’t endorse the idea of ‘Love at first sight’ or ‘Love at first date’. But maybe there are moments when God or fate or some cosmic sense of humor rolls its eyes at two stammering human hearts and says,” Here you go. This is called love!”

    Yes, this is called love. I heard my heart whisper, ‘Mel, I love you, I still love you.’ She had such a tremendous influence on me that even her memories are enough to elevate or depress my mood.

    Elena rushed in through the door way and walked hurriedly towards me. We hugged each other and reclined back.

    “That was a deadly traffic. It took me forever to reach here.” Elena said taking my hand into hers. As she did so I noticed her appearance. Her dark black eyes are larger than Mellisa’s and her smile was prettier than Mellisa’s. As she sat down her short, skimpy dress travelled inches above the knees revealing her skin boldly, just enough to grab the audience. Mellisa never dressed so boldly. Hell, why am I still thinking of her, when my new beautiful girlfriend is right in front. My eyes adored Elena’s beauty, but my heart still strongly considered Mellisa is the beautiful girl in the world. I’m falling in love with Mel again. The bitter fact was that I never ceased loving her, I only ceased admitting it. Yes, Mel was all I  want, she was all I love.

    Watching my confused expressions Elena became slightly uncomfortable.

    “You look dull Adrian?” She asked.

    “Agonizingly dull, but don’t worry.”I said.

    Sliding her fingers through mine she said, “You can’t be dull when you’re on a date with a girl like me. May be one day you’ll remember how to have fun.”

    “May be one day you’ll forget.” I said, releasing my fingers and walked away towards the exit leaving Elena behind.

    Turning left into the steepy descending side street, I drove towards my house. I suddenly became aware of how my descent into this road, mirrored that sinking feeling my emotions were heaving with, after the breakup. As I pulled the car into the parking lot it started drizzling. I rushed inside the house with my heart still heavy of Mel’s thoughts. I didn’t care to kick off my shoes and remove my coat. I sat on the couch for hours together without any movement. I got up. I opened the curtains. Turned on the lights.  Outside there was a heavy downpour. I thought about her again. It’s never too late to admit one’s mistake. In fact, failure is the essence of success. I thought about it through. Am I lonely or am I in love? The catacomb-like feeling lifted. My brain breathed. I sighed heavily. What was that I want? As if I knew the answer I pulled out the phone and dialed to Derek.

    “Hello,” I heard Derek’s sleepy voice.

    “I know it’s silly on my part to ask this, Are you asleep?” I asked.

    “I was asleep till now. I’m not asleep now. So tell me is it about the date with Elena?”

    “It didn’t really go well Derek. And I’m glad about it. You know, my meeting with Elena made me realize what I really want and who I really want. Simply put, I’m pretty sure that I still love Mel and I’m going to her place now.”

    “It’s half past 12 in the midnight man. I don’t think it’s ideal to meet her now.”

    “I know, but I have no choice. I can’t go even a minute with this heavy heart. I’m going to reconcile things with Mel.

    “Don’t be hasty Adrian. She is not that easy to get and don’t forget there’s just no way she’s going to accept less. But give it a try man. It’s worth it.”

    It was raining heavily. I came out of the flat and drove towards Mel’s place.

    I know right now she might be asleep with a child like calmness on her face which I always loved to stare at. This stormy night reminded me of the best day of my life. The day I gave her the first kiss was when it was raining. I still remember how I had pulled her away from her friends to a more secret space. It was the most wonderful day of my life – standing in front of the girl I loved, and dreaming of spending the rest of my life with her.

     

    I reached her placed. It seemed so familiar. I stood in front of her door. Bringing all the lost courage, I rang the door bell. The door opened almost immediately and there stood my girl who I hurt and abandoned a couple of months ago. That very moment I wanted to have her in my arms and tell how much I missed her. But I fought that urge, as I didn’t want to mess up things again.

    We sat in the hall way. So far neither of us spoke a single word. I picked up the courage again.

    “Mel…”

    “Adrian, if you want to talk about our relationship, I’m sorry, I don’t want to give an ear to that.”

    Mel wasn’t typical. She never did anything keeping her self-respect at stake. Yes, I hurt her self-respect. I now regret that.”

    “Mel, please try to understand. I owe you an apology for all the bad times you had because of me. I miss you. I don’t like my house. It is vacant without you. Your absence is echoed in every single corner of every single room. I’m not happy anymore. I miss those happy nights where we cuddled each other and slept long peaceful nights. It’s hard for me to manage myself; you apparently know everything about me. In fact, more than I do know about myself. Every single part of me loves you more than I admit.”

    “It’s not love Adrian. It’s called need. I was there for you when you needed the most, and you took me for granted. I held your back during failures and you took me for granted. Even though you knew I hated sleeping on my own, many nights you never came home and took me for granted. I’m done with all that stupid stuff. I’m not a stupid to let you break down my walls again.”

    “No Mel, you are not stupid. If there is anyone stupid in this room, it’s me. If my stupidity were laser beams, the ground would be scorched.” My voice began cracking and I stared at Mel with moist eyes who was already in sobs. I hate seeing her cry. Even at this stern situation, I can’t help but stare at her captivative eyes. “I never forgot you Mel. You were always in my thoughts. I tried to ignore that gaping hole that tried to threaten to swallow me, whenever your thoughts hit me. I still have your number. Not that I need it, but I’d never forget it.”

    I went close to her. Took her hands into mine. She didn’t seem to take back. Holding her face in my arms I told, “Mel, I terribly missed you. Your smiles seem to be in every painting hanging on our walls. I miss, how, in the mornings, your smile caressed my ears, nape of my neck and now I hate to think where the smile has gone.”

    “I missed you too Adrian.” She hugged me, which was what I was hungrily craving for. “I’m just hurt by the way you treated me.”

    “I promise to never let that happen again sweetheart. I shall never let you feel low and lone. Are you not the best thing ever happened to me? How can I lose you again.” I said these words without releasing the hug.

    “Mel, I love you. Do you still love me?”

    “I do.” Mel replied with her sweet smile that easily took my breath away.

    “Mel, shall I say you something?”

    “Yeah”

    “If I could sit on the porch with God, the first thing I would do is, thank him for you.”

  • Undefined Bond

    Undefined Bond

    The heartwarming story of two people who form an everlasting bond of compassion with each other. 

     

    It was a blithesome Tuesday of the icy cold December and the sun showed up after a long time. Everybody prepared to get to their work and in the hustle and bustle of the city, Gautam – a 67 year old retired Army chief walked up to the sea shore carrying a suitcase. The sea waves imposed a rhythm that could cleanse an uneasy soul. Observing the calmness sea possessed and the waves meeting the sand, Gautam sighed and took a step towards the sea.

    His first step was however hindered by a football that made his belongings fall from his hand and a five year old offender came into scene.

    “I am so sorry, Uncle! Could I get my ball back?”Asked Dhruv who was guilty of whatever just happened. He helped the aged man to pick his suitcase and questioned him inquisitively “Where are you going? What is there in the box?”

    Hesitant to answer the little lad, Gautam snatched it from him and asked him to leave. Dejected by his response, Dhruv apologised again and took out a piece of chocolate from his shorts.

    “You can have it! I have nothing else to compensate for making you angry!”

    Gautam’s resentment turned into a smile and he accepted the offer. Witnessing the change, Dhruv smiled and requested him “Would you like to play with me? I come here every day and play but I am bored of doing it alone for so long!”

    Gazing at the innocence of that five year old, Gautam could not resist his childish heart from not accompanying him. They played all day long and evening made them part their ways.

    Next day, Dhruv waited for his football partner in anticipation and waiting for an hour made him depressed. That melancholy was not for long as Gautam made his appearance the very next moment. The cordial relationship both of them shared together was beyond any other bond.

    The calm sea and waves witnessed the everlasting friendship of the two souls for next ten years.

    Dhruv, the only son of busy and working parents never felt what it was to walk hand in hand with his mother or father. He was looked after by the maid his parents appointed for him. His parents were overpowered by the intention of earning money and they were so engrossed in their works that they forgot they had to nurture THEIR ONLY DESCENDANT.

    Bearing negligence at such a tender age, Dhruv had a heart of gold. He understood what it was to be lonely in the crowd and Gautam came into picture to end his agony. Time heeled everything as he finally found somebody who understood him, he had someone with whom he could share what made him happy or what broke his heart. Dhruv felt complete and became extremely fond of his UNCLE and on the counterpart, Gautam found out his reason to live.

    After ten years, Gautam’s age and body gave up on him. He could no longer come to see Dhruv as he could not walk. Dhruv came to the hospital weeping at the thought of losing his TRUE FRIEND.

    Gautam dint have much time and was on his death bed. He only waited for his DHRUV. His wait was not for long as he came running to HIS UNCLE. Dhruv questioned “It has been ten years but you never told me what was there in that suitcase when we met for the first time?”

    Gautam without saying much gave him a letter he wrote for him and smiled. “Read it after a while…I don’t have much time you see…”

    Dhruv sobbed and Gautam closed his eyes in peace.

    Dhruv controlling his turmoil of emotions opened the letter .It read:

    “Dear Dhruv,

    You are a grown up 15 year old boy and mature enough to understand what I have written in this letter later.

    You, my boy gave me my life that day… You asked me what was there in that suitcase but I kept it a secret from you. I came to commit suicide with all my belongings as I was left with no one to live for. I was a very strong man YOU SEE…I did everything to make my THREE SONS happy. I raised them to be highly qualified individuals and they did make me proud… But they could not give me one thing and that was “LOVE”.A parent can raise any number of children he has, but my children failed to look after me at the time I wanted them the most. They sent me to AN OLD AGE HOME where I lived since past 12 years. They gave up on me so easily… I found no other option…But GOD had other plans. He dint want me to die like that. I met you… YOU MADE ME FEEL ALIVE… YOU MADE ME REALISE I WAS NOT ALONE…YOU MADE ME REALISE I COULD BE HAPPY AGAIN…I had a huge number of friends when I had been young and successful, but OLD AGE made me realise I had none. You were, you will be MY ONE AND ONLY TRUE FRIEND DHRUV…FOREVER.I have nothing much to give you except love but I want you to open that suitcase and bury my belongings with me.

    I LOVE YOU, MY SON

    Gautam”

    Dhruv could not control his tears and he realised what he had lost today. He went to fulfil his UNCLE’S LAST WISH and opened that suitcase. It possessed three photographs OF GAUTAM, ONE WITH HIS WIFE WHO DIED TOO EARLY, ONE WITH HIS CHILDREN AND THE LAST ONE WHICH WAS NEW TO THAT BOX WAS WITH DHRUV.

    “THEY WERE A SINGLE SOUL DWELLED IN TWO BODIES… ”

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  • True Love : A Lost Treasure

    True Love : A Lost Treasure

    YEH ISHQ NAHI AASAN ITNA SAMAJH LIJIYE

    IK AAG KA DARIYA HAI AUR DOOB KE JAANA HAI….

    The lines from a poem have depths of an ocean and desolation of a heart.”LOVE”-The word which has lost its meaning for the current generation. Relationships these days are no more than an entertainment source or a way to prove it to the world “I AM NOT ALONE, I HAVE THAT SOMEONE SPECIAL!!!”

    True love is perished and you would find rare scenarios where it has managed to flourish. Whatsapp, Facebook, Texts, Calling and Snap chat have replaced meetings, letters and feelings. You fall in love within a day and get over with it within months. You can touch each other, but your souls never connected. You had a physical connection, but the mental connection is nowhere to be seen. Understanding, loyalty and trust is defined in last seen on Whatsapp, Status updates on Face book and stories on Snap chat.

    Jealousy, Insecurities and blaming each other has become a part and parcel for every second love bird. Self-centred and perfectionist nature of the youth has taken over the only true feeling that a human can possess. Accepting flaws, making compromises ,working hard to never let go is AN OLD SCHOOL  PHILOSOPHY THESE DAYS.

    Honesty has lost its way too soon and expressing what you actually are, what you desire and how far you see your relationship going is suffering incredible negligence .Breakups are so stereotyped that you will lose faith in the word “LOVE”. Betrayal, misunderstandings, time and space are the nouns that could be easily added to the reasons of the present day murkier relationships.

    Relationships are made within frameworks that don’t take us out of our comfort zones and are lucrative. Expectations turn into disappointments and things fall apart.”I LOVE YOU” is said too soon and the depth of what is said is lost. People don’t talk to listen and solve, they tend to reply and prove the one on the opposite side wrong.

    LOVE is meant to be unconditional. As soon as condition comes, it turns into a convenient transaction. It can never be convenient and strong people tend to cross the strenuous journey.

    Love should be made a Quality and challenging the defences that limit true love can make it work. True love takes time to build up. Love comes into picture when a year of infatuation or attraction fades and few arguments results in drifting away of couples. The purest form of true love is experienced by a human when he/she falls in love for the very first time. The death of first amour makes a person reluctant towards second chances.

    Love fades away with time…It is the mutual understanding, compatibility ,sacrifices, fixing if something is broken and loyalty that stays. Years of relationships drift away by things that are temporary. Human behaviour makes us fall for the idea of love where everything is just a fairy tale but real love involves struggles, efforts, wait and pain.

    Love is not something you need; it should be something you want. One should realise the difference between HIS NEEDS AND HIS WANTS.

    “LOVE IS INFINITE AND LOVE IS FREE,

    LOVE IS ETERNAL AND LOVE IS DEEP SEA,

    LOVE IS JUST TWO WORDS,

    IT IS YOU AND ME…”

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  • The Untold feelings

    The Untold feelings

    This is a story of Jay and Richa, who knew each other since a long time. Now the two souls which were always fond of each other, but the fear of rejection never allowed them to share their feelings. Now finally when they meet to express their love, let’s see how their love prevails over their fear.

     

     

    Ever since we’ve met, I always dreamt of a perfect date like this. But now when the day is finally here, am afraid!!!

    Yeah Am afraid, Will I be able to express my feelings, and convey him what I feel for him. With all these thoughts wandering in my mind, I started walking along the lane. I finally reached the place.

    “ Hi Richa”, he greeted holding my hand, and I just gave a cold reply with a smile on my face. I wonder where the bold and confident girl in me wanders around when am in front of him. We speak for hours on phone and text endless, but when he’s around I just become numb.

    “Hello Jay”, I could see the efforts he has put in to make it a perfect date and even I left no stone unturned in presenting myself. With the red gown, and open hair, I knew how desperate he was to compliment me. Even he looked amaze, no way less than a ordinary prince.  The environment was all magical, filled my love.

    It was only the silence that spoke between us, and breaking the ice, I spoke first “This is a nice place, and thanks for inviting me”, I know am being too formal, but I wasn’t able to build some good stuff to speak. “Yeah I’ve been planning it since a long time” he said holding my hand meanwhile.

    I could feel the nerve breakdown somewhere deep inside. And I could see the fear of rejection in his eyes too.

    I wish I could help him out, and then I  made my first move and asked him, “ You wanted to say something, is anything important?”, I say we girls know everything we can sense every move of you, yet we always act as if we don’t know anything.

    The reason is quite simple we just want to feel the moment. Some moments worth being cherished the rest of life. “Ah yeah, Shall we sit and talk”, he murmured. He has decorated the place so beautifully and arranged such a lavish dinner.  We finished our dinner and it was 2 hours since we met, but yet their wasn’t any hint from him. It was time to depart. But neither of us could say a single word. Their came a moment when the never ending chirping birds even hovered to speak out, it was only the eyes which could exchange a few words.

    I understood his hesitation, for the reason, both of us had a bad experience in our past.  And it’s really difficult to accept the truth of life. I was prepared for this, because I knew how shy he is and how dumb he is in dealing such things.

    “Jay, I wanted to share something with you, It’s all written in this letter, you read it and take your decision. Am waiting outside” saying this I handed him a letter and started walking. I saw a surprised expression on his face, he couldn’t believe what was happening. He knew what was in the letter. He was totally overwhelmed by my bold move. Then he started reading the letter with utmost excitement.

     

    “My Dear Jay,

    I wonder why I am writing when I’ve already conveyed you my feelings through my actions a dozen of times, but then the question is Have they ever reached you. Have you ever felt the drop of my pulse, when you are around, or the sparkle in my eyes when they see you? Well, I never thought it would be so difficult to convey one’s feelings. I don’t know what the book of Destiny has planned for us, for our future! What matters is Today, The day where we are together. This day would never come back in our lives, So I Want to make it the best for the rest of our lives. Now I don’t want to Twist and turn, and make you more confused! Yeah Mister This Girl has fallen for you. I was really impressed the way you were always with me, during both the good as well as the bad days in my life. The way you laughed at my lame jokes, and the way you’ve tried to calm me, whenever I get into dilemma. Day after day I’ve known you a little more every new day. You’ve given me a reason to smile, a hope to live better. A new chapter of my life has begun after the day I met you. Sometimes I feel do you also feel the way I do? But for that again someone has to initiate. I always dreamt of a perfect life with a person like you. Will you be the reason for a smile on my face for the rest of my life? A hopeful heart and a lone soul are awaiting your reply!”

     

    He just couldn’t stop himself after reading the letter and rushed towards the parking, where I was waiting with hundreds of questions in my mind. The ten minutes which I spent there waiting for him with the wildest thoughts in mind were no less than a trailer of a most awaited horror film. The moment I saw him rushing towards me with a strange expression, I could feel the drop in my pulse. Though he came up with a strange expression I could feel the happiness inside him.

    I was on seventh heaven, and we again stood their uttering not even a single word.

    I smiled and stared walking because I knew both of us loved each other and we’ve expressed our feelings. For me it was the happy ending of the day. But he hold my hand and spoke “Where are you going, the date isn’t over yet”, he just hugged me and their, I stood still numb don’t know what to say. But It was the silence still persisting and prevailing.

  • Tweaked Cover

    Tweaked Cover

    This story is the story of every other girl who crossed as well as is dealing through the circle of heartbreaks and despair. How she shreds the innocent cover of her own and gets into a grown-up woman skin is brought up through her emotions and the environment she deals with.

     

    She was a young, untouched hazel eyed girl with a fair unblemished skin. A poetess in her own world of imaginations peeking the life in her rhymes. The unexposed world and balancing emotions has always been vulnerable for such girls.

    At the age of 21, she felt for man of 25. Her diary was the proof of her innocent love for him with every feeling of her inked on its pages. The long nights would end with his voice and she would melt in as a child hearing a soft lullaby. She had grown in a family where mind games and tricks were unknown, where humanity was cherished and taught. her sensitive heart was the result of those teachings.

    Soon to settle down abroad, he was a passenger of another city who would visit her every month. In those initial stages of relation, their meeting was limited to café’s and long walks discussing how would they spend two years in different countries, how the time would pass and she will be with him for lifetime. With a trust kept on him, from holding hands, they unclothed themselves in front of each other. A physical relation was bonded.

    She gave her skin and soul to him.

    Tore away her limits and she laid for him.

    The man would thrust himself into her, again and again with more ardour. He never touched her face, never kissed her but her body was never freed by him. Again, and again this round was played. would she come back into her room, the mirror would chase her reflection saying you are not you. A suppressed smile played on her lips and she felt love grew stronger as if.

    One day, he went away, to a new land, new people. The day he left behind everything he found worthless to be kept. The things that included her, waiting for him.

    Rare, did she knew, she was just a cover to him. A cover to be worn by the man when he needs. As the cover fades, it is to be thrown by him. She too was thrown away by him. He shed the burden on the bed himself and picked up a new destination.

    Seasons passed and she kept waiting for a reason to be unveiled from him for the diminution she was left with in her life. But there was no knock to be heard by him. A lifeless body starting staying in a room that once would make her blush.

    Winter stood by her room’s window pane questioning her presence. The air present inside those purple walls seemed to be heavy. The glass pane in the left corner was left untouched from a long decade. Shimmering green lights were not lightened up. Now, there was always a silence moaning of a sorrow, of a loss no one in that house was aware of, a loss no one was going through. If someone was, it was only the room and the girl who once lived there.

    She was the drawing of his lust,

    Stained by colors of his touch.

    Had he never wanted to drew,

    But to probe his hands on her,

    And line out a girl he need…

    When her screams went silent and tears soaked down one day, she saw the death of innocence in her.  One same Question stroked her mind, for who and how long would she be suffering?

    After months, she strongly stood up to clean her skin and walk back onto the path she had left for him. To be someone for her own self instead of a girl who was left in the black, be an answer to the questions her inner conscience kept yelling. Collecting every broken piece of herself, a woman walked out of the room that one day. For the world, nothing had changed but for her, the world had. She stepped into the cover of a lady who never looked on a defeat and got lost all alone in a world with changed view.

    Year later, he tried to confront the girl he had left behind. But she was not there anymore.

  • The Invisible Relationship

    The Invisible Relationship

    The story revolves around the girl who is broken but finds a hand to hold on to and breathe fresh life, but the abrupt end may stun you all.

     

    The way he holds me, when I’m in my bad temper is something that melts me down. Well, I feel only he can handle my personality because he is the one that recreates me every moment. I still remember the first time we met, I was dazed and heart broke soul who had nowhere to go. He embraced me warmly and gave me another reason to breathe and become lively once again. 

    His smile had the magic that made me go crazy, my blush would never be that dark shade of red ever again I guess. Well am I exaggerating? But this is the effect that his presence has on me. Wait, this was ethically wrong, I’m married than how can I even think about some other man. But that someone who calls himself my husband, he cheated on me that night. And it was the same night that Rishi came into my life. He gathered my shattered soul made me grow on him, and gave me space to breathe and open a new world. Now there was no place for someone who left me for some other person. He made me realise that I shouldn’t be guilty now, as I wasn’t guilty then.

    He gave me a new motto in my life, he created and rebuilt my personality. He had instantiated in me a new confidence and now I knew there was no stopping me.

    Rishi is always alone when he comes to meet me, I want to know more about him. But he never shares anything at all, but I’m the one who touches his soul every day. I know his habits very well, he loves his coffee. No matter what the time is he still has coffee, less sugary and bitterer…dark… I don’t know that he even notices how much I love him, but I won’t ever expect him to reciprocate to my feelings. His dusky complexion and that slightly bearded face, those strong jawlines. Those glasses on his face makes him look the most intellectual being and the most handsome face. He always wears that thoughtful look whenever I’m around, maybe he feels I’m more complicated or he is complicating me even more. But this was his choice to be with me…to help me. I didn’t came begging to him, he asked me if he has any place in my life. Now I couldn’t say a straight no to such a handsome face and a kind heart, especially when I needed a hand to hold on to this life.

    Well, Rishi is a writer after all and I’m just another character of his book. This journey of my heart broken…one sided love will end after 322 pages novel is complete. He might never come into my life again, but his string will always be attached as my soul bearer. When any reader would try to invade in my life, I would simply let that person in. I will let him know how kind Rishi is and how he gave me a new start when I thought the end was near.
     

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  • Can love happen twice ?

    Can love happen twice ?

     

    I’m on a date. Not with the man I love. I’ve loved once & probably never will again.

    From what I’ve learnt about you from our constant virtual chats on the internet, we’re in the same boat. Your love story never started because she never said yes. Mine ended when I caught him cheating on me. My love for him never ended though. Neither did yours, for her.

    Is our date really a date? What are we doing? I look at you awkwardly gulp the wine, trying to make small talk with me & all I can do is remember my first date with him. All smiles & giggles. Coy glances & flirtatious talks. But, you’re nothing like him. You’re just a mess. You’re probably wondering what it would be like to have her sitting in front of you instead of me.

    We’re only two lonely lovesick strangers looking for love. So, what if we don’t love each other? Is it wrong for us to seek love from others when we have been forsaken by the ones we love?

    The most fortunate ones find love from the ones they love. The rest of us cannot afford to choose & consider ourselves fortunate to find any love at all.

    I look into your eyes. You look into mine & quickly lower your gaze & start fidgeting with your spoon. I smile.

    We talk about the weather, our favourite places, food, books, authors, movies, dreams, fears, aspirations.

    You tell me that you want to get over her. I tell you that I can help, but I cannot compete with her. You assure me that I wouldn’t have to. You know I wish to forget him too. We’d help each other. Are we using each other? Perhaps, but we don’t mind.

    We split the bill & leave the restaurant. We bid adieu & I start walking towards home with faint steps. Another lonely night awaits me. Another sleepless night tortured by his thoughts & memories. The picture of him in bed with a stranger.

    Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I’m relieved to see you again. I don’t want to spend the night alone, you say. I smile.

    We walk together to your home. Just two forlorn people looking for an escape from loneliness.

    Your room is comfortable. You come close to me. Close enough to feel your breath upon me. I do not push you away. You lower your mouth upon mine. I do not resist.

    Your mouth tastes nothing like his. Yet, when I close my eyes, I can feel his lips on mine instead of yours. Are you thinking about her too?

    Your hands wander on my tingling skin. Do I remind you of her? You hold me tight in your arms as I rest my head on your chest. Do you wish to hold her instead?

    I’m grateful for the warmth of your skin. We fall asleep soon enough. Did you dream of her? Can we ever do this without thinking of them?

    Can we ever love again? We’ll never know unless we try, will we?

  • PERFECTLY IMPERFECT LOVE

    PERFECTLY IMPERFECT LOVE

    The wave of Love is the very basis of this existence. Over centuries, many authors and poets have defined this feeling of unconditional love in their own ways. 
    This story is my imagination of how all the imperfections wither away when two people fall in love. 
    Krishang Malhotra, the young business tycoon and Kritika Chopra, a lecturer by profession are imperfect in their own ways but their story will be enough to bring the perfect smile on your faces. Join them in their journey of the 'Perfectly Imperfect Love' 

     

    Chapter 1

     

    The multimillionaire businessman?

    The successful young face?

    Here , I stand in front of something I have never bothered to stare at, like others of my age did , for as long as my memory recollects.

    ‘Mirror mirror on the wall,

    You failed to show a person I desired to see

    I failed to stare at a person you reflected as me!!!!

     

    I take my eyes slightly above on the wall clock. It has been an hour of me gaping at the person on the other side. He is definitely not the one I once met every day after the morning shower.

    The loose mustard yellow shirt , folded sleeves with tight fitted denims are in stark contrast with the well suited tie and blazer combo with formal trousers. His unkempt untidy hairstyle compete with the former properly combed neatly placed hair. His hand smoothly caresses his hair as if trying to settle their newly discovered excitement. 

    His eyes sparkle with the shine of ecstasy and abundance. His lips curve into the most contented smile as if he has found everything that he has desired for in his life.

    The glow on his face is unmatched and unfathomable. I somewhat know the person yet he seems unrecognizable. Had it been somebody else, he would have been a subject of my envy but this metamorphosis was from Mr Krishang Malhotra to Krish , in words of Kritika, the love of my life !!!

    The feeling of LOVE had swept over me and my life has taken a three sixty degree turn.

    Love, words can never be enough to describe how I feel right now but if someone still asks me

     

    I feel like those children,

          Who just wrote their last test.

    I feel like those adventurers,

           Excited to climb the Everest.

    I feel like the senior citizen,

          Who got his much awaited pension.

    I feel like a seeker on The path,

          Who got rid of all his tension.

    I feel like those death fearing hostages,

         Who have just been set free.

    I feel like a light is lit in the darkest room,

    The light of love to drive away any gloom!!!

    The relief, satisfaction, happiness, excitement, and love weigh far too much to be expressed by the brevity of my words.     

    The person who has just now blabbered so much about love was once averse even to the slightest mention of it. Yes I was once an ignorant fool who threw the delicious ice cream away without even tasting a bit of it. Now that I know it, I owe my life to the person who made me experience the most beautiful feeling in the world, Kritika!

    The historic confession took place just a few hours ago and the feeling is yet to sink in but memories are made and plenty of them are yet to be made!

    We both were tough nuts to crack, so destiny cracked us together by making us bang into each other. Though, it was a little difficult for us, the sight of two educated professional pulling each other’s hair(sometimes quite literally) did crack up the people around us!

    Signing off for today!

    Krish

  • Letters – Part 4

    Letters – Part 4

    One more letter brings you one step closer to the truth! 

     

    Letter Number 2 – October 2015

    Dear Ryder,

    You sketch really well. The portrait you’re sketching at the moment is really beautiful. Specially the eyes of the girl in the portrait. They’re stunning. Or maybe they really are just plain but you have the ability to make them look beautiful.

    No. I’m not stalking you. I swear. I was just reading a book in the library when you decided to show up and sit at the table right opposite to mine. You looked distracted by something. You sat staring at your hands for a while and then went on to take out your sketchbook and pencil and started sketching. I had already heard about your brilliant hand at art but had never gotten the proof until now. I am sure somebody must have complimented you about it, but if not, take it from me. You are amazing!

    If you’re wondering that I learnt about this because I’m in Art class with you, then no. I can’t draw to save my life. But you remember those “friends” I told you about in my first letter to you? They are all masters at the art of digging up information about anyone in school. All I had to do was ask and the next day, I knew everything about what you did in art class!

    Funny, isn’t it?

    I’m sure you didn’t even know that people keep so much information about you, since I’ve noticed you seem hell bent on keeping your loner status. You can’t fool me Ryder. I’m an excellent observer. Take it from someone who has suffered beyond imagination. I can see right through your mask. Under the mask of the arrogant, rude and scowling loner, I can see that you yearn for company. I don’t know what has made you build walls around yourself, but I know that you need a friend.

    That was one of the many reasons I chose you to write letters to.

    But I didn’t know you were so passionate about art. You are so focused on your sketching that you don’t have an inkling about the fact that I’ve been staring at you for such a long time. It’s exciting to some extent. Sitting in front of you, writing a letter to you and you don’t even know what’s happening. You can just look up at any moment and catch me observing your every move and put an end to my plan. But you don’t. Not once did you look up. It was as if the sketch was your world.

    You know, I am really jealous right now. You look at the girl in your sketch as if she means the world to you. I wish I could have someone who would look at me that way. I wish you could have looked at me like that…..

    Uh, I mean as a friend. Like a best friend. Nothing more! Don’t get me wrong!

    Anyway. So while you sketch sitting almost right before me, I sit writing this letter to you. Did you know, I used to get terrible nightmares before I decided to start my letter therapy? The incident that made me like this used to creep up to me every night and destroy my peace and calm. I hated not being able to forget it. I hated that it put such a deep scar on my heart. But whenever I think about you before going to bed, the nightmares don’t come. Initially I would dream about you, how you smile when you see they serve Jell-O in the cafeteria, how you glare at your locker door when it refuses to open. Then it slowly turned into dreams about what would happen when you get to know who I really am.

    Yes. Of course I’m scared of what your reaction will be. I’m terrified actually. But I still decided to choose you because you looked like the person who would understand me and accept me just as I am. The bell’s about to ring in a few minutes. I have to end this letter. But I really think it’s working Ryder. You are helping me. Bit by bit. And I’m really glad about it.

    I can see that you are ready to leave. You pack all your things one by one and get up to leave. I quickly look down and concentrate on the words as I write this letter. I can feel you walking towards me. You have to pass by me to get past the exit. My heart is beating so loud that I’m almost sure you can hear it from a mile afar.

    But then one girl drops her pencil case and you bend down to pick it up. You don’t look at her. You just gather everything and put it on her outstretched hand and with a curt nod in her general direction as the reply to her feeble “thank you”, you swiftly walk out of the library.

    You seem to be so hard hearted and cold from the outside. But you helped the girl. It was a stupid thing. She had just dropped a pencil case. You could have just stepped over it and walked away. I know that that’s what other people would do. But you didn’t. You stopped to pick it up.

    Do you see why I chose you now?

    Don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten about the confession and the one problem that I face.

    I’m sure you’ve figured out the second problem I face, through this letter.

    I get nightmares that affect me physically and emotionally. But you’ve already started helping me with that, haven’t you?

    By the time you open this letter, I’m sure that you must have forgotten about this visit to the library because I know you come to the library almost every day. I want you to think back to this day, try to remember it at least. Do you want to know why I’m stressing on this particular day? Because it brings me to my second confession.

    Remember the girl you helped with the pencil case? Well, that was me.

    Keep sketching. Don’t ever stop, alright?

    With love,

     Letter Friend

    This time the girl had attached a photo of a portrait. It seemed to have been taken in the school library. It hadn’t been completed. But from what Ryder could figure out, it was a portrait of a girl with beautiful eyes and it was definitely a sketch that he had been making.

     

     

     

  • The festival of spirits

    The festival of spirits

    Imagine if you could meet someone in a festival after they have left this world. But wait. will you be able to find it…? 

     

    60 years old. Unmarried. In love with the spirit of my love. Well if you’ll allow me then I’ll be happy to recite the tale of this old hag’s life journey; just let me sit down first.

    This place is called Gonda. Every year on the 15th day of the sacred lunar month, a grand festival takes place here. The festival of the spirits. As absurd as it may sound, it is true. Though it is believed to take place every year but the place it is held at changes and after five years it comes back here. So I have been coming to Gonda to enjoy this festival for 30 years, this is my seventh time here.

                                                                                                    . . .

    “You came” Dai came from behind a tree looking happy yet sad.

    “Of course” I smiled back.

                                                                                                    . . .

    35 years ago

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    “Come on Mai you can hit it!” shouted my friend at the top of her voice from behind me.

    BANG!

    And it hit.

    “YEAH!” we both rejoiced on winning a big stuffed rabbit at the shooter stall. I and Kiki loved to go to festivals together. We’d play all the games and eat from all the stalls and return home with empty pockets. Thankfully our parents weren’t here to strangle us for that. We lived away from our homes in pgs. to attend college. We were research and development students at the moment and whenever there would be a festival, we would be there to go on a rampage.

    “Mai let’s try the slot machine now!!!” Kiko’s eyes gleamed with joy.

    “What? They have a slot machine to?! I am in love with this festival in particular now!”

    As we positioned ourselves and struck the handle we held our breaths in and crossed our fingers. We weren’t exactly good students at the academy, but what we were good at was luck. We were always so lucky. And with that as the chattering of the slot machine clicked and displayed three same figures one after the other we practically went crazy with joy. A lot of coins rained down from the machine as I and Kiko hugged each other tightly while jumping and shouting at the same time. Suddenly we heard a click and a flash.

    When I turned around I saw a tall young man wearing a jeans and a shirt with the camera placed over his face and a big grin underneath.

    “Excuse me…” Kiko called out to him in an uncertain tone. “Did you just click our photo?”

    “Ah yes. I am sorry let me introduce myself” he replied as he quickly put away his camera in a sling bag and came forward to shake hands with us. “My name is Dai. Nice to meet you. I am the official photographer of this festival and as you are the first ones to get a perfect score on the slot machine; I took a picture.”

    We looked a little uneasily at the man in front of us. Now that his face was in view I could see that he was decent looking and neat although his hair was spikey it was still in a little mess. But the main part was his eyes. He had beautiful eyes that looked pure and innocent. But that was just a feature of his face it didn’t prove that was speaking the truth at the moment.

    “Don’t worry these pictures are going to be with the manager of the event only.” He tried assuring us.

    “Fine” we replied and took our money and left for the food stalls.

    After a couple of days it was time for our own collage’s fest. We were all hyped really up. Girls were making a ruckus about what to wear even though things were pre-decided and boys… well we hoped they would at least wear something other than sweat pants and jerseys.

    After a few hours in the fest we started taking pictures but as the crowd grew it became hard to take selfies. While about 10 of us were trying our best to fit into a single frame we heard a click and saw a camera flash on us and felt a wave of déjà vu wash over me. It was the same guy from that evening.

    “Are you following us?” Kiko almost shrieked out in partial fear and rest disgust.

    “Of course not!” he retaliated with an offended expression, “I am Dai, a freelance photographer that your collage has hired for this fest!” he introduced himself with a frown.

    “Are you sure you’re not lying?” I eyed his suspiciously.

    “What is wrong with the girls these days? It’s not like you guys are miss worlds or something of that sort. And I am just doing my work-“

    “What did you just say?” A dark aura suddenly possessed the girls, maybe the ‘not miss world’ phrase made them snap and Dai seemed to have a good idea as to where he had screwed up.

    “Not miss worlds BUT you all look stunning at the moment which is why I could not resist taking you picture!” Dai hurried through the sentence and started clicking pictures of the crowd of girls that were about to attack him. “Yes just like that! Beautiful! Enchanting!” All this flattering and commotion settled the girls down if not pleased them immensely.

    “That guy has a certain tact” Kiko said coming us to me as we watched all the girls’ line up for the photo session.

    “Yeah maybe” I said eyeing him. To be honest I was a bit curious about him. There was a certain air about him that was really attractive.

    Later that evening when Kiko went away for a bit Dai came over for a chat.

    “So we meet again, want to see the pictures?” he asked in a friendly and almost kiddish tone.

    “Why? The freelancer wants some praise?” I teased.

    “Well now that I know that you already believe my work is worth praising then I suggest you do the same after seeing it” and he clicked on his display before I could frame a back answer and the first picture made me gasp in amazement.

    It was the festival from before and it was beautiful.

    “This is not how I saw it that day…” I could hear the amusement in my voice as it drifted away in a whisper.

    “Well now you have.”

    As I went through pic after pic I felt a weird feeling building up. Every picture looked more beautiful than the one before.

    “So?” he asked excitedly

    “I don’t have the words to express how beautiful these photos were.” I could hear Dai chuckle when I said this. It seemed that he loved to be praised and so I ended with just one thing,

    “Thank you for showing them to me.” And I smiled at him. This suddenly made him serious. It seemed like he did not expect to be thanked for something like that but that was exactly how the pictures had made me feel.

    “Thank you for seeing them properly” he said and maybe I think I saw him blush a little as he lowered his head. We sat there silently until Kiko came back.

    “Hey Mr.Dai our director is calling for you. You need to click some photos there.” She told him quickly and pulled me along to go somewhere else.

    “Bye!” I waved at him as Kiko pulled me with her full force.

    “Bye Bye! He waved back.

     

                                                                                                    . . .

    That was the first time we actually spoke to each other and maybe the first time we well in love as well. But we would understand this only after a lot of time would have passed. I wished we had understood it at the very moment so we could have had a few more days together.

    The next five years flew by in a blink. We felt like the happiest people alive. Every day felt new and the fun never ended. I finished my studies and joined a research firm while Dai went on from becoming a freelancer to a well-known professional. We couldn’t ask for anything more. And finally decided a date to marry.  But what we could not foresee was death.

    Dai fell ill suddenly and none of the doctors could tell why. His organs had started to malfunction and the whole thing only kept speeding up. So much that soon the doctors lost the race as well and so did Dai.

    On the day of our proposed marriage, I lay flowers on Dai’s grave. As despair started taking over me, I closed myself shut in my- our new house. Until one day I accidently stumbled over Dai’s diary. I never knew he used to write one.

    I sat down with the book near the window and started reading through the pages. They were filled with fun observations he made while freelancing till he met me. The first entry about me was when I had thanked him. He called me an odd girl for that. After that, entry after entry, he wrote about observations made only about me. It talked about his days with me. He had written details of all our encounters. In the end there were a few photos among which I found the photo of me and Kiko when we won at the slot machine.

    “So you lied about the photo remaining with just the manager…” I couldn’t help it as a tear trickled off my cheek. But reading this diary gave me a lot of courage. I had been forgetting something really important.

    We live for the ones we love. I decided I won’t lock myself up anymore. I’ll live his part as well. And I won’t lie to myself as well. I wanted to see him again. Once more. And I had a good idea where to start.

    One of my friends was a strange fellow. The research assignment he had taken for himself was about the festival of spirits. No one encouraged him of course, but he was never demotivated by that. For some reason he never left that research and continued his search. I called him up and asked if I could become a part of his research team and he seemed more than happy to take me in.

    But it was not easy to find something like this. We started reading about demons and spirits of all kinds. After five long years of research and failure we finally got some hope. We estimated a time, date, day and place for the festival of spirits. But the place was not limited to one so we split up. Three places were estimated. I chose to go to Gonda, it was a really small town quite far from where we lived at the moment.

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    “Ma’am I would suggest you to not go out at this time” the manager of the inn I was staying at warned me when check in the reception before leaving.

    “Well it is part of my job” I said as I headed out the door. But from where was I supposed to start?

    This inn was situated in the most remote part of Gonda and only mountains and trees were visible from where I was standing. Going inside the forest at this time was not a good idea but I had no choice. This was the only chance I had. As I started walking through the wild plants I couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy. As time passed by a strange chill filled the air. I had come quite a long way when suddenly a bush near me started moving.

    “What that!” I almost shrieked out in fear and a wild boar came from behind the bushes. Standing in front of it I could hear my heart pounding but I was too scared to move. The boar seemed almost like a hungry wolf; bloodshot eyes and ready to attack. Suddenly I realized that I had to move before it pounced but it jumped and I ducked instinctively. The next thing I heard was a loud yelp from the boar and it ran away. I got up quickly and saw an old man standing behind me with a few stone in one hand.

    “Are you all right miss?” He asked as he helped me get up.

    “Thank you…” this seemed more dangerous than the boar. ‘What was this old man doing in the forest at this time?’

    “Are you looking for Gonda festival?” he asked smiling widely, “Oh yes you are!”

    “Uh…”

    “Follow me. I am going there too.”

    “Wait, how did you know?” maybe the tiredness of my journey was kicking in and I was hallucinating now about how I’d like some help.

    “Your eyes with burning with a desire.” He replied pointing at me. “Are you going to meet up someone there?”

    “Yes…”

    Yes I wanted to meet someone. And suddenly it seemed like I was on the right track, climbing the right mountain, going in the right direction. Whoever this old man was, his every word was like a blessing.

    “Take me with you!”

    After a short walk we started walking on a totally different path and entered deeper into the forest. A faint music slowly filled our ears and the air became warmer. Right in front a light started emerging from behind one of the trees and the moment we went around that tree the whole look of the forest changed.

    Paper windmills, food stalls, game stalls, musicians, dancers, lights… It was a festival. The festival really existed and it was filled with people. There were little children running and playing and young people laughing, also some old people were sitting near the stalls. But people weren’t the only ones enjoining the fest. There were other… things too. On looking closely one looked like a big lizard man and another had an antenna on its head.

    “What are they?” I whispered to the old man beside me who had been waiting patiently for me to get a little accustomed to what lay in front.

    “Demons and spirits of nature” he said with a smug look. And suddenly his ears started growing till they were big enough to touch the ground. “Hi! I am one of the spirit of stones. Nice to meet you”

    All I could do was stare at him in amazement. Although I should have been afraid but after reading about them for so many years it actually felt amazing to see them up close. “Hello” I smiled back and shook his hands.

    “I think you should start searching for whatever you came here. The time is running out” he urged me and pushed me into the crowd.

    “Yes but I-“ The moment I turned around he was gone. ‘Looks like I am on my own now’ I thought to myself and started going around the festival but I could not see Dai anywhere. At the end of the festival there was a small temple. This was probably where the spirits were worshiped through the year. I had read about it in one of the research papers that these festivals are held only near temples and shrines where spirits are worshipped for it becomes a sacred and comfortable place for them to come together.

    But all that did not matter. I had to find Dai, but looking around I saw no hope. This definitely was where I wanted to be but how was I supposed to find him? I turned towards the temple and closed my eyes.

    ‘Was I supposed to pray…?’ at this moment I was ready to do about anything to see him but did not know what I was supposed to say to God.

    ‘Dai…’ all I could do was stand there and think about him as tears welled up in my eyes. ‘Where are you…?’ I sat down on the ground feeling helpless. The festival seemed to be coming to an end already.

    “MAI…” A faint voice came from behind me. “Mai. Is that Mai?! Mai is that you?!”  The voice approached quickly before I could turn around and I felt the embrace of two really familiar hands.

    “Dai…?” I whispered back. “How did you find me?”

    “What are you talking about? You found me. And you even called out to me.” He replied wiping off my tears that were now flowing uncontrollably. “I am sorry…”

    We hugged each other as tightly as we could and remained silent for the rest of the time. Slowly the festival started fading away and I saw the old man from before smile at me before disappearing into thin air.

    “I’ll have to leave now” Dai spoke softly and we finally got up from the ground. “Mai can you keep a promise?” he asked in low voice.

    “What?”

    “Forget about me. I am not coming back and you have your life ahead of you. That is why-“

    “I won’t forget you. Ever. I’ll come here again next time and we will enjoy the festival together so you go now.” As the first streak of dawn broke out, Dai’s presence started fading away and soon I was standing there alone. But getting to see him once more had filled me up with all the courage I needed and so I started living my life with five year interval plans. Every 5th year I would go up to the mountains in Gonda and meet Dai.

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    Current time

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    “It seems like the next time I come here I’ll be dead to” I joked.

    “Well, then I’ll take you home when that time comes” Dai replied back. And our seventh meeting ended that night.