Unspoken Memories 1

31st December, 2016 11:50 PM:

She: “Hi!”

He: “Hey!”

He adjusted his glasses and looked into her playful brown eyes with a smile on his face. She looked pretty as always.

She: “I hope I am not keeping you from anything?”

He: “Not at all.”

He remembered the last time they talked to each other. Things didn’t go well.

She: “How was your day?”

He: “It was okay-ish. You know, the usual, work and chores. What about you? Did you make any new friends?”

She: “I tried to make some, but I am new here. It is going to take time. It’s like a completely different world out here. What about you? Seeing anyone new?”

He: “Nah! No one is pretty as you are…” He grinned.

She: “Okay mister smarty-pants. I get your point!” She chuckled.

He: “They say love has its own language, and it’s rather sweet.”

She: “Nice to know!” She winked. He unlocked his phone and put a song on speaker.

Young

We were so young when we thought that we knew how to love

Fought about anything, everything led to dysfunction

But we just gotta own that shit

Don’t let it go like this

Maybe we can go from this, yeah….

She: “Oh! You remembered. And here I was thinking you forgot.” She looked away for a moment and ran fingers through her gorgeous hair. She usually did that when she felt shy.

He: “I can never forget about it. Happy birthday love!”

She: “Thank you. Thank you, Andrew, for everything!” She was blushing like a twelve-year-old.

He: “You are welcome dear.”

We both know I go too far like when I wrecked your car

And almost fought your father when he pushed me in the yard

And all those nights we snuck out, like to meet up at the bar

Don’t worry, my love, we’re learning to love

But it’s hard when you’re young

Yeah, it’s hard when you’re young…

 She: Hey, it’s new year already. Happy new year…” She put a hand on the screen.

He: “Happy new year…” He put his hand on the screen. Tears left his eyes.

She: “Andrew, no matter where you are, I will be always there to remind you…”

He looked at his phone’s wallpaper. It was a picture of Aurora and him on the beach. She had a blue scarf around her neck which he had gifted on her birthday. But, he didn’t know she was going to leave him soon after that day. The day was 31st December, 2015.

Caught, we were caught up in the high, it was better than drugs

Too high to see that it would all lead to destruction

At least we both know that shit

We just gotta own that shit

I hope that we can go from this, yeah…

She giggled whenever he kissed her head which was once full of silky jet-black hair. It made him laugh too. He always tried his best to never to show his tears in front of her. But when she asked him to move on, he broke down. The hospital equipment couldn’t drown his bellow. But even then, he vowed to love her forever. All they had endured together only made him stronger.

Soon after, she passed away in his arms.

We both know I go too far like when I wrecked your car

And almost fought your father when he pushed me in the yard

And all those nights we snuck out, like to meet up at the bar

Don’t worry, my love, we’re learning to love

But it’s hard when you’re young

Yeah, it’s hard when you’re young

Yeah, yeah, it’s hard when you’re young….

He: Log 2017.0001, Aurora.AI program version 6.1 system test successful. Condition stable. Signing out.

 

*Dedicated to my first job (sweet IT life!) and The Chainsmokers (Thanks for the songs!)

Lord’s Café Part 1

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“No, no, no…this cannot be happening right now.” He gasped for breath as people around him looked with bewildered eyes. “No signal” He looked at his phone and then at the metal door which stood closed before him.

“Sir you need to calm down and leave this place immediately.” A security personnel blocked his way as more approached from all directions. “Alright, alright… I am leaving, sheesh!” He glared at the guy and turned around to leave.”

He kicked a trash can and hurt his toe in the process. “Fu…” He collapsed on a seat near him and he kept staring at the floor with misty eyes. “Not fair!” He thought as a tear rolled down his face.

“Are you okay?” Someone placed a hand on his shoulder. He wiped his face and replied, “I am fine, thanks!” He forced a smile as he turned his head. A large cup of coffee had presented its way towards him. ‘Lord’s Café’ the words glistened on the white cup. “On the house!” The feminine voice was soothing and he took the cup with a thanks.

She was much older than him but the serenity of her face reminded him of his mother. She took her Lord’s cap and apron off and took the seat beside him. The lights of the small airport shop behind them dimmed slowly as he took a sip. “Did you get anything to eat all day?” She asked him while tying her graying hair with a colorful band. “No…” His words were as hollow as he felt inside that moment.

“I have worked here for a long time and have seen a lot of things and I know when someone in in pain. Tell me…” She looked at him intently as another tear found it’s way down his face.

“I really lost her this time!” His lips quivered as he looked at her.

“I want to see her one last time” He took out his phone and peered at the wallpaper which reminded him of a great moment which now had become an old memory.

“If you were given an opportunity to get back to the time when it all started or the last time you two were together, which one would you choose?” She looked into his eyes and smiled.

“I don’t know…” He took a sip and looked away not knowing what to reply.

“Come on, you might just get what you want!” He found a re-assuring hand on his shoulder.

“The time we first met. It was never meant to be to begin with. I would have an option to decide once again.” He suddenly remembered the argument that happened the day before.

“Take a sip Ross!” She smiled at him as he put his lips to the cup.

“Wait! How do you know my na…”

The light around him got brighter and he found himself sitting in a college classroom. Instead of a cup he had a notebook in his hand.

“Thanks Ross, I will return this soon I promise. You are a life-saver!” A girl took the notebook from his hand. “Jo…Joel?” He fumbled as he tried to grasp what was happening around him. “Yes?” She looked at him with her deep brown eyes. She was wearing the pink top which was his favorite.

“Would you like to go out with me…for dinner maybe?” He could hear his heartbeat by then. “Sure! Call me…” He always liked her smiling face more than the on-going lecture.

He pinched himself as the bell rang and everyone got up to leave. He suddenly remembered, it was exactly the same day when he proposed to her and she had said yes…

–To be Continued–

The night when everything changed…

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“Remember that night when we went out for the first time?” I asked her as she held my hand. “Of course I do, you called me mom in your sleep.” She grinned as it slowly came back to me.

We raised our glasses in the air as the bartender brought us a new tray of sparkling shot glasses. I sipped my cocktail silently. I kept reminding myself that I had to reach home without getting a single scratch on the car.

I turned around to order some more starters and in the process caught a glimpse of a pretty girl sipping the same cocktail as I. “No harm in trying!” One of my friends said. Others coxed me and soon I was on my way to her table as she fiddled with her phone. “Excuse me!” I was about to introduce myself when she stopped me and said, “Not gonna happen!” I was startled and was pretty sure that my face had turned red out of embarrassment. “Sorry for disturbing you…!” I murmured and turned around when she said,” I am sorry about that, I am not in a good mood right now.” Her pink nail polish complimented her lips or maybe vice-versa but she was gorgeous. I smiled and left.

My friends patted my shoulder as I finished my cocktail and ordered a large peg of whiskey. The car could go to hell for all I cared.

As we paid our bills, ready to leave, I saw her walking upto me with a godly smile. “Hey, I guess we started on the wrong foot. I am Priya. Priya Mukherjee!” I could see her table, populated with slender cocktail glasses, over her shoulder. “Aniruddh Sen.” I extended my hand towards her which she gladly accepted.
“Wanna get out of here? Let’s go someplace fun.” She winked at me. I felt confused and excited at the same time. We silently left the place and my friends waved at us.

“So what do you do?” I asked the strange but beautiful lady beside me. “I quit my job today.” She turned towards me with an expressionless face. “Oh, I am sorr…” I felt weird as she stopped me before I could complete my sentence. “And you?” She had pretty earrings. I pointed at a building. “Okay!” She turned on the radio and hummed along with the song. We stopped near a night club.

We entered the dark place with deafening music as people danced in euphoria all around us. To blend in, she ordered tequila shots for both of us. She finished her shots before me as I quietly handed out shots to people around me taking advantage of the darkness. People cheered. Someone in a black tshirt with phosphorescent “Om” printed on it blessed me. I made my way through the crowd and finally found Priya dancing like a pro. The tequila must have unleashed the dancer inside her I thought. Before I could do anything, she pulled me towards her and then the lights went out. And then Bam! The Dj dropped the beat, literally. Peopled cheered as if God had shown up before them in all his glory. Priya and I danced amidst a crowd of zombies but it felt different. Liberating, my brain fetched a word, which meant that I was still sober. Even in that darkness, I could see her scintillating brown eyes fixed on mine. Her lips quivered as I held her and she smiled seductively.

Half an hour later, drained of all our energy, we decided to leave the club. She gave the finger to a tall building as we drove into the night. I laughed as she leaned out of the window, the wind caressing her face.

“You okay?” I asked her as tears rolled down her face. She wiped her face like a child and said, “Yes!”

My instinct was sharp as ever. “Tell me everything.” She looked at me and then at the road as we drove towards her home. “He was a jerk and we broke two months ago. I should have never said yes to him.” She took her phone out and threw it out of the window. And then she broke into laughter.

“Oh my God! As I slammed the brakes as she kept laughing. “Don’t stop, he gave it to me, and I don’t want it anymore. We drove on but I rolled up all the glasses.

“Tell me a story” She looked at me with a grin. I changed the gear and looked at her. “Why don’t you tell me a story?” She was playing with her earring. “I will, but you tell me one first!” She said in a fake angry voice. She tugged my sleeve and looked at me with pouted lips. “Alright! But give me a second. And don’t do that or I will drive us off the flyover.” I slowed down. “If you don’t start now, I will do more than that.” I could sense hostility in her child-like voice. “Once there was a …” She asked me to stop with her hand. “I … don’t… feel… very… well…” Her face now had a maroon hue. I stopped the car and she dashed out of the car and garnished a bush with puke. I rushed towards her with a bottle of water. “Arghhhh…” She grunted like a pirate and wiped her face with her sleeve. She came near me with pointed a finger at her open mouth. I poured some water and she gurgled and spat on the unfortunate bush. Then she wrapped herself around me and started crying again. “I f’ked up. I f’ked up bad!” She kept crying as her tears left tiny marks on my shirt. “It’s going to be okay! Trust me.” I was at loss of words. My brain was giving up as well.

We reached her place after sometime. She didn’t speak during that entire duration. She looked out of the window as Luke Bryan soothed us. Her apartment was on the second floor and she swayed like a leaf as she walked. “Tuck me into bed before you leave.” I held her as we walked. She dropped her keys on the floor and kept staring at it before I retrieved it for her and opened the door. As expected, her place was neat and clean, unlike my bachelor pad. She crawled into her bed throwing her sandals in different direction as I put a blanket on her. “Please don’t leave me.” She held my hand as she placed her soft face on it. “Please don’t go!” I smiled as she slowly slipped into slumber. I pushed away a wild lock of hair off her face and settled on the floor beside her bed. I didn’t have the heart to leave her, so I leaned on the wall and kept looking at her as she mumbled random words in her sleep. I lost count of the times I pulled her cheek, poked her nose and stopped myself from kissing her before I felt asleep.

I woke and found a pair of brown eyes staring at me. My phone was vibrating and suddenly I felt a kick in my groin as I remembered I had an assignment to submit before noon. “You called me mom in your sleep!” She smiled as she put a brush into her mouth. “You should have woken me earlier. I have to leave!” I got up and prepared to leave. “Have something to eat first. You must be hungry.” She wiped her face with a pink towel and her face shone like sun. “Later. Bye for now!” I opened the door. She pushed the door back at its resting placed and slid between me and the door. Her face was inches away from mine and her breath was minty. “Kiss me!” She said as I smiled declining her offer. “Let’s meet up later, shall we?” I inched away from her but she seemed adamant. “One kiss and you can go!” She put her hands around me and closed her eyes. I kissed her on the forehead and opened the door. She wasn’t amused but she let me go. I drove to my office. I had two hours to finish what I had promised I will.

I checked my watch as I sent the mail and locked my system. I rose from my chair to go to the washroom when we my desk phone rang up. “Hello, Mr. Sen, there is someone in the reception area asking for you. Family urgency!” The phone slipped from my hands. The image of mom and dad flashed before my eyes. My friends and I rushed to the reception area on the ground floor.

Instead of any relatives, I find Priya going through a company magazine sipping complimentary coffee.

“What are you doing here?” I felt relieved and angry at the same time. “You have something that belongs to me.” She kept the magazine as we walked outside the building. My friends stopped near a cigarette stall. “I didn’t take anything from you.” I looked into her eyes. “Yes, you have Mr.Sen!” She pulled my collar and whispered, “My heart!” And then she kissed me. My friends clapped and cheered. A few senior employees frowned as they passed by us. “There goes my appraisal!” I though as I held her by her waist, kissing her passionately. I had more fun with her than three years of my sickening corporate life and for once, I stopped caring completely about how life would turn out to be.

“Let’s stick with the story that we met in a restaurant, okay?” I asked her as we smiled at some people standing near us. “Yeah, you do that but I am not going to lie to our children.” I smiled as we folded our hands as a few more people approached us with big gift boxes. We smiled at the photographer along with some people as she slapped my hand away as I tried to pinch her through her beautiful dress. She looked at me with threatening eyes and then gently placed my hand on her waist. We smiled in unison as people looked at us adoringly.

With clicks and flashes, our lives got strung together, one year after that very night.

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Dedicated to a friend who is getting married soon… !!!  😀

The Butterfly…

She woke up and looked outside the window to catch a glimpse of the rising sun. She checked the time- 6 am. She was putting on her jogging shoes when her eyes got stuck at a date circled with red on the calendar. “God! The day has come near so fast.” She thought. After that she head out with a smile on her face.

She took the usual route, the road around the lake and across the park. After jogging for almost an hour, she stopped near a wooden bench. An old man was reading newspaper.

“Is this seat taken?” She asked politely.

“Not at all dear!” He replied after stealing a glance. He was in his sixties, retired and with a head full of grey hair. He was dressed in a brown coat with matching pants and kept an old umbrella beside him.

“I see you here every single day.” She looked at his calm face.

“This used to be our spot. She is no more but I keep coming here every morning just to reminisce about the old times.” He answered with a tinge of sadness.

“I would love to hear about her if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. I must say, you remind me of her.” He replied adjusting his spectacles. She blushed after hearing his last sentence.

“We met in the most unusual way and at the most unexpected time. I was running some errand when I saw her for the first time in this very place reading my favorite book. We started talking and soon became very good friends. She loved sunrises and butterflies. In no time our friendship turned into love and I confessed about my feelings one rainy afternoon. She had kissed me under the umbrella.” He laughed and patted the handle of his umbrella.

“Soon we got married and she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. But our happy days were short lived and she passed away after a year.” His eyes grew misty. Tears welled up in her eyes too.

“My angel never gave me any trouble. She was a God sent child. She has grown into a fine lady and she is getting married tomorrow.” His face brightened up. “I just pray to God that she gets all the happiness in the world.”

“She will. I am pretty sure!” She came near him.

“I just want her to spread her wings and fly away like a butterfly.” He looked at the sky with dreamy eyes.

“I am sure she will miss you a lot. She is very lucky to have a father like you” She held his frail hand and smiled.

He took out an old book from his coat pocket and put it in her hand.

“I want you to keep it safe for me. It belonged to my sweetheart.”

“I will. I surely will.” She hugged the old man and started crying like a child.

“I love you dad. I love you so much.”

“I love you too dear.” The old man closed his eyes as tears rolled down his face.Image

An open letter to Artists all around the World

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After a wild feast of hunted antelopes and wild gooses, one of the cavemen, settled down in a cave to begin his act of scratching and digging on the walls of the cave. Interestingly, this act led to the very depiction of nature, the depth and feelings of the wildness and virgin environment present at that time. The carvings were directly influenced by his day to day activities, his surroundings and his herd. He had acquainted himself with some wild and small animals, the dark forests, the mountains, the river and the fire. The scene describing the caveman digging into the rugged surface with pointed and sharp stones in the presence of illumination of burning wood is very much similar to Leonardo da Vinci painting his masterpiece ‘the Mona Lisa’. It is an inner feeling, a deep emotion, which maybe inherited from birth by a few, who take the path which is only chosen by a few.

What encourages them to die for making a painting or sketch which may be completely useless for the development of the diseased society? Why do they work mindlessly for days,weeks,months and even years to paint a portrait even after exhausting their patience and losing inner-faith? Why do they choose the career which may or may not fetch them enough money to survive quite satisfactorily.

No one knows that save a true artist.

The lust to acquire fame, name and money is not what this group of people has in their minds. But, they posses the exceptional quality of understanding the nature quite deeply and closely. Whatever may be the subject; an artist looks beyond the physical and chemical composition of that subject and finally becomes a common existence, with his subject. He then brings the very subject to life on a plane by using the feelings he has for the subject in front of his eyes. For us, it may seem funny when an artist sitting on a river bank sketches the picture of a gliding fish. But, who cares about the love and affection of that person for that creature which seems extra ordinary to his very eyes.

Artists love their work more than their lives. They do care about everything around them shelves but form a tight bond with their work which is in their hands. Love for a woman is completely different from an artist loving his unfinished portrait. But also, both of them have some similarities.

Art went over a huge change and development during past two centuries. Life is getting advanced and sophisticated. But, even now, if I see someone working on Photoshop or corel draw on a computer, I will say, he or she may have the same emotions which the renaissance painters had…

 

 

Me and My Shadow

I was feeling happy,

When they were closing me behind bars for

I knew that whatever I knew and did,

And was doing,

Was good for my people,

And I call them my for

They knew me and my shadow,

For it shaded and healed the poor…

I was laughing on their questions,

Which they asked me,

While making,

Bruises and cuts and marks

On every inch of my frail body.

My blood flowed like water,

On the marble and trailed like

A cobra whose poison is much sweeter,

Than the cruel looks and words of the man standing in front of me.

I knew and did what was right,

And I was doing it for my people

I call them my for

They understood my words that fell from the stars,

Something enlightening and something soothing,

To their wounded and bleeding hearts…

I was burning with rage when they offered me

The dirtiest and yet the most sought thing

And which could do much good for the vile people.

And yet I didn’t accept it for

I knew my people and they knew me,

And together we knew that

Even beyond money there is something called God

I had faith which my people also had,

But were unable to show out of fear.

As the cruel, heartless Satan tribe

instilled poison in my people’s heart.

Here there and everywhere,

I call them my for

They loved me even when I was away from their life.

They backed me when I trembled,

And were backed by me at the time of need…

I was praying when,

They were hanging me for

What I did was right and my people knew it.

Right then, there.

I would be grateful to my people,

If they understood my words and

If they understood with me my true intent.

Because I was doing,

What was right for everyone.

My people knew my shadow for

Even it supported me from my back

And didn’t leave them even after I died…

I still call them my for

They knew everything but were afraid to show it.

Once they were backed by me

And now I am sure

They would back themselves with my shadow……………………