An Excerpt from a Love Story…

She checked the wall clock as she garnished the almost ready chicken.

10.30 A.M, 25/04/2014

A flood of memories washed over her as she remembered the first time she had cooked for him in their new home. He had become a fan of her culinary skills from that very day. He used to help her out with the cooking whenever he could and they would sometimes end up making out in the kitchen.

She neatly laid down the plates on the dining table and checked the clock again. She had another hour before she could see him again.

It was almost a year, when she had last hugged him. He was away on a business trip but he called her every single day no matter what. She would try to hold back her tears but then she failed every time she heard his voice over the line.

She took a quick shower. As she dried her hair near the dressing table, her eyes caught a glimpse of a framed photograph on the bed side table. Her mind drifted away.

10.30 A.M, 25/04/2009

She looked at the unfinished posters and decorations as he played a game on his laptop. She came near him and pressed the power button. He shot an angry look at her but then calmed down. She looked angrier than him but she had a reason to be so. “We need to finish it by afternoon. What the hell are you doing? I am working my ass off here, while others are busy getting drunk and you are playing games like a child!” She yelled as she put the hardened paint brushes in a water container. “God knows why you were selected for this committee, when all you do is screw up things!” She gave him a stern look and then looked away. “Go away and leave me alone. I will finish it myself!” He got up and went near as she arranged the paint tubes and boxes. He whispered something into her ear which enraged her even more. She left the room without saying anything.

He smiled and he knew it was time to do what he did best. Improvise!

10.30 P.M, 25/04/2009

The farewell party was a huge success. The faculty had praised the cultural team, especially the cultural lead, for the outstanding work. She stood near the dj table, completely clueless, about everything.

“So, did you like it?” He asked her with a grin on his face. “I Love it! But, how and why?” She was smiling now. “Just like I said before, I joined the committee just for you.” He winked as he led her to the dance floor. The seniors, who were completely drunk, were dancing like maniacs. While, the music grew louder and the crowd grew fiercer, they slow danced in the center in a completely different world. She smiled as he twirled her. “How did you do all this…” He cut her in the middle of her sentence and kissed her neck. She blushed in his arms, as the lights grew dimmer. “I love you!” She closed her eyes as he inched closer to her and pressed his lips against hers. Time stopped around them as they embraced each other.

Startled by a familiar feeling, she opened her eyes only to find him holding her just like that night. He opened his eyes and their lips parted.

“Still hiding the spare key in my shoes!” He exclaimed, as they laughed in unison. She didn’t hear him enter the room, but now hugged him tightly with tears in her eyes. They still looked the same, the guy who loved playing video games and the girl who loved solving math problems and sketching, just like the people from the bed side table photograph.           

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One Day…

She was putting on her earrings when he entered the room. The lights above the mirrors illumined her flawless face. Her pink top and black leggings complimented her body in more than one way.

He looked at her and then at the open book in front of her. She glanced at it while running her fingers down her hair while she muttered words to herself. She looked distracted.

“Go home, Sunaina.” He put a hand on her shoulder. She looked at his reflection and smiled. “It’s Cherry!” She said sheepishly and looked away, now putting on a pink eye shade.

“For me, it will always be Sunaina.” No one knew her real name save him at that place. He settled on the chair beside her. Her smile had faded by then.

“Susie will take your shift…” She glared at him and he stopped midway. There was a reason he admired her more than the other girls. She was adamant like a seven year old.

“So, how is she?” She asked him as she pressed a small tissue paper between her lips. The red color made her look more desirable than she already was.

“She is fine now.” He replied back as she unlocked her phone to check her inbox. She sighed as she opened a new text from an old geezer, who had fallen for her. Most of the texts were filthy one liners, which described his plans for her, if she offered herself to him.

“Five minutes!” Someone knocked on the door and left. Both of them turned their heads towards the door and then they looked at each other. She got up from her chair and asked, “How do I look?”

“I don’t have words to describe as usual.” They laughed in unison.

“I wish…” He got up and stood in front of her, now inches apart. “What?” She looked tiny in front of him. He had a well-built physique and sharp features. “That you didn’t have to do this tonight!” he lied. He wanted to take her away from that God forsaken place and give her all the happiness that she really deserved. But he couldn’t. He was just a college student like her. His part time job as a bouncer barely helped him with the fees.

“Oh, you are too sweet!” She gave him a peck on his cheek and pushed a roll of cash into his hand. His eyes welled up with helpless and gratitude. “Take me to your place when she is fine. Your mother had promised me that she would teach me the recipe for the cheesecakes!”

She winked at him as she opened the door and the loud music found its way inside the small makeup room. Whistles, curses and cheering could be heard as she sighed and left him.

“One day!” He thought. One day, he would make it up to her…  

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What Happened Just the Other Day… #1

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I sprinted out of my home in hopes of securing a seat in the air-conditioned Volvo. By the time I reached the bus-stop, the bus was almost filled with the regular office and college goers. I took the seat next to the one near the window of the second last row of the bus. The uncle beside me was fast asleep. I put on my earphones and the bus started moving with some odd sixty-seventy passengers.

I opened the news app and started reading the daily updates.

Samsung, HTC, Sony launched their flagship…

Swipe, swipe, swipe…

Search for MH370 conti…

(Grip hardening around the phone and with a disgusted look) Swipe, swipe, swipe…

Kejriwal…

Swipe, swipe, swipe…

Modi…

What is that heavenly aroma? I lifted my face a few centimeters before I could fathom the source. 

Her hair was still moist and it glistened as sunlight found its way through the cracks and crevices in the agitated standing crowd. I tried hard not to sneeze as her hair kept brushing across my face. I had to look cool no matter what! 

The tag hanging by her neck kept swaying in thin air as she held the handle over my seat’s backrest with one hand and toyed with her silver iPhone with the other. She was from a different company.

As her deep brown eyes moved swiftly, she occasionally crinkled her nose a bit and her dimples on her rosy cheeks would become more prominent. Like a ritual, she pushed some stray locks with her thumb with the phone holding hand and looked outside the window for a second before she lost herself over the phone again. She wore a stylish bracelet and she adjusted it frequently as it glided down her hand.   

As I looked at her (probably open-mouthed) totally transfixed on her beautiful face, I saw an old lady standing near her turn around and staring at me with a disgusted look on her face.   

I immediately shifted my gaze towards my wrist watch so that I could pretend I wasn’t exactly checking her out. The next time I looked up (a couple of minutes later) the old lady was not at her place. She must have probably gotten down at some stop.

For a moment I thought she was a relative of that hottie.

After a closer look, I realised that she was playing threes on her phone. Occasionally, she rocked her head repeatedly but gently and her glossy pink lips moved along with the lyrics of the song she was listening to.

The bus halted suddenly and she almost tore my shirt into two as she balanced herself. She looked at me with a sorry look on her face. Before she could say anything, I blurted out, “It’s okay!”

To be honest it was not okay! It was a costly and a new shirt.   

She smiled as she let go off my shirt. Darn! She had a beautiful smile.

I suddenly remembered the conversation I had with a colleague of mine (will mention about it in the next story for sure!).  

I tried hard to open my mouth and say something but nothing happened. I felt stupid but helpless at the same time. I had to do something and I was not going to back out. I had to start a conversation with her.

“Hey…” No sooner the word left my mouth, the conductor cried out the name of my stop. She looked at me as she removed an earphone, with a look so sweet that could wake me up from death, but alas! I got up from my seat and finished my sentence, “You can take my seat…!”

She gave me her one of those beautiful smiles to die for.

I got down along with ten other people, as each one tried to get down first. Before the bus disappeared in a cloud of dust and smoke I went for a last look. She was looking down at her phone.

As I shifted my gaze, I heard a knock on the glass window. She was waving at me. The sleepy uncle gave us a bewildered look as I waved back at her.

I didn’t see her after that day.

Maybe someday I will again! 🙂

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(Condolences and Prayers for all the passengers and their families of flight MH370)