…She drove down to the loneliest road she could think of. Sitting at a corner of a bridge she wished that there was a faint overpass in her life too, which allowed people to reach up to her. May be she had some and she herself burnt those with her own hands. In the absence of human presence she allowed herself to break her own promise and lit a cigarette. She looked at the smoke coming out of her mouth after the first puff, there she made another wish. She wished to be the smoke, which existed yet was invisible. She wished to merge in the sound of dry leaves with the blow of wind, she wished to lose herself in the sound of screaming peacocks; her heart was screaming too, for someone who would understand her silence and embrace her the way nature embraces the earth. She looked right through the jungle…through the trees to find the answers but there was none. When there is no one to listen, it is better to speak to the nature…but don’t expect the answers. A drop of tear rolled down her cheek without her permission. In an effort to control that another one became a rebel and then the other and the other. She sat down helpless and scared… Scared of losing control on herself. She was scared that she might repeat what she had seen all her life and what she despised all her life. May be it was this fear that kept her alone, maybe it is this fear which will make her live alone. She always was at the receiving end…of all the hate, the anger, the frustration, the confusion, the regret, the helplessness … And knew that she won’t ever be at the other end…the giving end. The moment she would realise that she has travelled at that far end where she never wanted to be, that probably would be the end of her.
A little foreground – This was an exercise in the class. We were given an object and were expected to write a short story including that. This was written about 10 days back in an hours time. Right now I have just edited it and have changed the ending. Images contain some text of the story, don’t skip it. Thanks!
~~~’~,<@ The Last Christmas @>,~’~~~
It was 24th December and the city was already in a Christmas mood. Shankar was called in the evening to transfer the confidential information in his possession to new occupant. He was asked to complete the task as quickly as the blink of an eye. Though he knew the urgency, but he had no plans to postpone his plans for the evening.
Shankar was 28, unmarried and had no girlfriend. He knew that he is not the kind of guy who would stick to one girl for the rest of his life. Hence, he found the idea of visiting the red light areas more appealing than a girl friend. This Christmas Eve was planned with Reva, a girl he noticed last time when he hired Poonam. It was Reva, who occupied his mind while he was involved in ‘the act’ with Poonam. He had been waiting for the moment to be in her arms, he wanted to be familiar with her smell, desired to run his fingers through her long and thick textured hair.
Leaving the confidential information at home was not safe, so he took the data along with him on his ‘date’. Same vibrant eyes that he had been dreaming of, greeted him in a small room. There was large bed for two which looked quite old as it required some varnish, room was adorned with yellow curtains which looked dirty but were resembling the colour of the bed cover, the fan was making a noise as it moved slowly providing no respite from the humidity, green painted walls hung some frames of old tribal women with their children, there was nothing exciting about the room with poor lighting, except Reva! He could not wait to feel the softness of her lips, with his. The door was closed after a while, which made the room even more dark. He switched on all available lights in the room during the intense moments of passion to see enough of her till their next meeting. Shankar had spent all of his month’s savings on Reva, he knew that it would take at least a month to see her again.
It was past one in the night; Shankar was walking alone after parking his vehicle at Kalyan Junction. He always did that to avoid driving in narrow lanes of Kalyan. While walking, he recalled the moment of wishing Reva a very ‘Happy’ Christmas. She had laughed too, as she replied with a ‘Merry’ Christmas.
The silent street that Shankar walked suddenly became noisy with the sound of few more footsteps. He could not get rid of it even when he took some quick and strange turns. He looked in the side mirror of a car parked alongside. Two men were following him. Though the faces were covered, but he knew who they were and what they wanted. Shankar began to run and found his way to a nearby cyber cafe. Opening the locked door was as easy as putting the melted butter on a bread. He heard footsteps just outside the shop; there were voices calling more people. Shankar knew he had few minutes to act.
In a couple of minutes, they found their way inside the shop. They caught hold of Shankar; he was beaten up in anticipation to fetch the confidential information. Shankar knew that it was his fault that he postponed the assigned work in spite of its urgency. But maybe it was love that all he could think of was Reva and the evening spent with her, even when the blood was gushing out of his unrecognised veins. It was this realization which made him bargain for his life in exchange of the confidential information. They agreed! Shankar took out the CD from his shirt’s pocket and handed it over to them.
Next day’s newspaper carried a headline
Few days passed by, news channels and news papers got new headlines to share. On New Year’s Eve, Sheena was busy in the kitchen when she heard the ring of the doorbell. She opened the door to a courier boy. She found a letter and a pen drive when she opened the packet.
PS. The object given to me was a Pen-drive
Learning salsa has been his dream even since he saw Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing. He was thirteen when he watched this movie during one of school’s summer vacation. TV was not allowed to him and his elder sister as books were emphasised more by parents, but when everyone in the class was taking about this movie; how could eM stand a step back! Ever since then he knew that he would learn Salsa when he would fall in love with someone. Over the years, his passion for dance increased, but he did not take a step forward for dance. He still was waiting to find The One in his life. Few more years passed by and he still was in search for the lady of his dreams for whom he has been writing his love songs, inspiration behind his efforts towards being a poet was still stuck in the maze, he was waiting to hear the rhythm of the beating of that heart which has been with him and yet was missing.
He decided to join dance classes but not salsa. eM was sure that he’ll dance salsa with that one only. Classes began with all fun and sweat, eM loved learning new steps with all those in the batch. While rehearsing he realised that music is his better buddy than dance as there were few difficult steps which were hard to get.
And then came Valentine’s Day, he was not aware of what was coming on his way. He was on time as usual and at the beginning of the class everybody got the news that it would be a special class on the occasion of V-Day. Excitement suddenly filled the hall as everyone was waiting for ‘what’s next?’. And then the instructor announce, “Find a partner guys, we are going to learn Salsa today!!!” While everyone in the class was busy searching for a partner, eM was stunned by the sudden announcement. It took a while for him to come back and look around for a partner, by that time most pretty girls in the class were already asked for being a partner by other guys. eM slowly walked across the room to see if there is a girl or else he would be dancing with a guy. Just across few smiling faces he found out a slightly tensed face of a girl. eM walked towards her, she looked at him and smiled in apprehension agreeing to his intensions of being a partner.
He asked for her name while trying to kill the ice between them. She was Lucy, people in the batch hardly knew her. A low profile student in the class who always was struggling to match-up with the pace of the batch. eM knew that before beginning with any step he first have to make her at ease. He cracked few jokes to make her smile and with few more attempts she was comfortable. Beginning steps were taught and then music went live for the students to portray the same steps. Lucy fumbled with few steps, initially eM thought of letting her take her own time but soon realised that he would have to help her. Now from the basic steps they moved to next level. From hands now its waist and shoulders. Lucy was hesitant of putting her hands on his shoulders, eM made it a lil easy by lowering down his shoulder…eventually making her smile. eM was careful while placing his hand on her waist. “She should not feel awkward” he thought, to figure that out he looked into her eyes and there he saw something else. There was sadness in her eyes, something eM was not expecting to see. Lucy looked at him and then looked away, probably was trying to avoid the inspection through his eyes. By now they were up-to-the-mark with the batch. The next step was a ‘lift’. Guys were supposed to lift girls. While the batch was trying to replicate the instructors, Lucy said no to eM as she was sure conscious about her heavy weight. eM insisted and so she agreed, they tried but couldn’t complete the step. This left Lucy in splits at eM’s overconfidence. She kept laughing for minutes, to eM’s surprise all he could listen was her laugh in spite of the fact that the hall was echoing with the song at high volume. He stood there, smiling at her. They completed the small act on a piece of song gracefully with the batch before the class ended.
eM experienced some difficulty while writing a poem later that day, it was supposed to be included in a play by some serious theatre artists. All he remembered was Lucy’s laughter during the class. Before he could even realise, he was falling for her. It was difficult for him to wait for the next class; thankfully it was the very next day.
eM was at the venue much before the class timing in the anticipation to meet Lucy. She did not turn up even when the class started. eM was not able to concentrate on the steps that were taught in the class as he was busy recalling the laughter yesterday and kept wondering about her absence in the class. While he kept standing staring at the instructor trying to understand the step but actually finding out the reason for which she couldn’t make it to the class, suddenly the door of the audi opened and she entered with hesitation. A smile adorned his face as she came into sight. Now he was waiting for the class to get over as conversation during the class was not an option. His attention in the class was mostly towards her and less towards the steps that were taught. Once the class was over, he looked for an opportunity to talk to her.
eM: Hi Lucy!!! How are you?
Lucy (hesitatingly): ohh Hi! I am fine thanks!
eM: How come you were late in the class today?
Lucy: Slept late last night so couldn’t get up.
eM: Insomnia is a common disease these day…hahaha
Lucy however just smiled and took a leave.
eM: Would you be coming in the next class??
eM: Great!! Can I have your number?? I might not be able to attend the class next week, so would get the updates from you.
Lucy: ammm…. okay…it’s 9871****70
eM: Thanks! Wish you a nice week ahead
Lucy: Thanks and same to you
eM saw her disappear while he kept standing there. He felt a sense of accomplishment with the phone number he just bagged.
Rest of the day he kept dealing with the desperation to bring the phone number in use. “No…this would make things too obvious, I’ll wait”
In a day full of Sun’s harsh rays
I found you… showing me the way
During the times, showers were falling bad
I found you…making me smile than being sad
On the road, full of leaves in fall
I found you, sapling of hope…
…protecting me like a wall
While it snowed making everything seem white
You came as an angel…
…with your laughter you made my life bright
eM was writing all mushy stuff, that too when he was suppose to write for a separation scene. He was not able to understand this chemical reaction inside him… when he had no control over his thoughts. They again and again were going in the direction of Lucy.
Week passed by and his wait was over to see Lucy again. Though he had told her that he might not come for the class but that was just to get her number. He was at the venue, waiting for her. She did not turn up like last time. Half an hour gone, one hour…two and now the class was over. The wait was still not over and he decided to finally call her to know if everything is alright. While walking down the road towards his house he dialled the number. A faint voice answered the call, he knew that it was her and that straight line turned into a curve called smile!!
eM: Hey…you took me seriously eh?
Lucy: Excuse me? Who do you want to talk to?
eM: Oh…I am sorry! Lucy this is eM…how are you?
Lucy: Hi…I am good…how are you?
eM: yeah…better now! All well? You dint turn up today?
Lucy: eh yeah…I would not be able to join back…
eM stood at a point…he certainly was not expecting this…
eM: Whatt??? Why??? Are you alright???
Lucy: Oh yes, I’m alright…it’s just that my fiancé doesn’t approve of dancing alone…so I might join back the next batch with him.
eM: Oh…ohkay…! That’s nice and romantic (eM tried to be normal)…wh…when…when did you get engaged??
Lucy: Last weekend…remember I told the day I was late..?? There was a small function in the evening..
eM: I see….
eM: So I won’t see you around anymore in the class?
Lucy: Yea…probably till the next batch..
eM: Well…I surely did not expect to hear this…but good to know that you are settling down…take care and all the best for the new beginning…will miss you in the class…
Lucy: Thank you so much eM…I do need good wishes…Thank You! Bye and take care..
eM: Yeah…you too!
eM heard her disconnect the call, he still was not able to comprehend what he just heard. “Is that it??” he thought, “Was this I was waiting for…all these years?”. He had no answers, he thought that getting back home and chasing away all the thought by sleeping was a good idea. But even that dint help. He couldn’t sleep. Going back to the class next day was unbearable, but he had to.
He continued with the batch and completed the same with a rocking performance. The batch was terrific; the only missing element was Lucy. But it wasn’t anybody’s fault.
eM came back to his routine life for next couple of month. And then he got the news of a new batch, a new session. He was curious to join; he wanted to see Lucy’s fiancé. He got himself enrolled and to his surprise, he found out that Lucy did not join the batch. Calling her up again for this was not a great idea. He deleted her number that day to console himself that she is not around him anymore in any way.
The very next day all were suppose to find a partner for the dance. This time his partner found him. A girl next to him smiled at him asking for being a partner and he smiled back faintly. The very next moment they were partners. Memories of last batch filled his mind all over again, when he fell in Love with someone in just one class. Suddenly sadness could be seen in his eyes. Mi kept wondering as sadness was least expected.
Mi: I am sorry I couldn’t recall your name..
eM: That’s fine…there’s nothing fancy in it to remember anyways… it’s eM.
Mi: My name is Mi and I was wondering how would you look with a lil smile on your face while dancing?
A faint smile came on his face again hearing that statement…
Mi: Here you go…see…much better than the serious face 🙂
eM reciprocated with a smile…
Mi was better than eM while dancing. She was picking up steps quickly, or may be eM was still tied up with the memories.
Mi helped eM learn a few difficult steps to make them come up to the mark with the batch. eM could see her eyes on him, but he was afraid to look into her eyes now. “I don’t want the same to be repeated” he kept on repeating the same in his mind while deliberately looking at a different direction.
The act was funny as it was based on Bollywood Masala. As a gimmick, girls were suppose to lift guys in the section. eM was hesitant but Mi was confident. Mi said, “Don’t worry I won’t drop you, you anyways looked lighter than me.” Mi tried to melt the ice to bring that comfort level. They performed the lift and none of the girls could complete the same. Instructors waited for the next class to confirm if they would incorporate the lift in the act or not.
A week passes by and this time eM did not want to continue with the class but sitting at home during weekends was more depressing. He went to the session again where Mi was waiting to greet him with a smile. He did not smile back; he was busy calculating in his mind whether or not he should smile back at her. Mi was disappointed at the beginning of the class with the behaviour, however considered it to be his bad day for his bad mood.
Everybody rehearsed for the lift again. And to everybody’s surprise only Mi could complete the same, though with slightly bad finishing and transition. “This is something we can work upon, so decided Mi and eM would come in the centre for the lift and rest of you would continue with general steps” announced the instructor. eM was happy to be able to make to the centre stage. It was difficult for Mi to complete the lift and then continue with the dance till the end. But even she dint want to miss the opportunity to be at the centre of the stage. Both of them were working towards better finishing and transition as their main step was the highlight of the song. There were extra practice sessions to ensure better performance as this performance was open for public. Parents, siblings, friends and relatives could be invited.
eM was excited with the piece of performance and Mi was happy to see him excited. It was the last class of the batch before the final performance. eM still was looking away throughout the performance, when Mi finally asked him “Why?? This does trouble me. Why can’t you be normal and look at me while dancing. Everyone around us is doing the same.”
eM: Sorry, I have decided not to.
Mi: Being your partner may I know why?
eM: No…! it would be better if you just concentrate on your part than questioning me.
Mi was silent with such rude words and couldn’t stop her eyes to moist. eM did notice them but ignored.
eM wasn’t too happy with the transition in himself. He felt bad with what he did to Mi. “The girl is trying hard for both of us to perform well and look at the way I behaved with her. But then, do I want to get back to the same vicious circle?? No…” eM was evaluating his behaviour with Mi. And he hardly cared what she thought.
eM was not aware as he never noticed Mi’s eyes. They had the same affection for him as his had for Lucy. He dint realise the way she had made him feel comfortable, something similar to what he did. He ignored the change in smile and the curiosity to talk. eM was too busy with his unsuccessful past to pay attention to what was ahead on the road of life. Only if he had the eye to see those eyes, he would have realised what Love is…
On the day of performance everyone was suppose to reach the venue half an hour before the mentioned time. eM was late, the moment he entered he saw Mi running towards him. “Where have you been?? We all were so worried…”
eM just smiled and replied, “insomnia is a common cause of getting up late”. Both shared a smile and went ahead. Mi knew that eM would never look towards her while dancing and she had to deal with it anyways.
Their turn…everyone was on the stage. Lights were off, few moments of silence.
“All the best eM…our time to rock the stage…it won’t be possible without your support”
eM heard the words and smiled, for the first time someone accredited him even before the results. He never was important to anybody…so he was amused to listen to Mi’s words. He was looking at Mi in the dark when suddenly lights went on with the music. He continued to smile and he continued to look at her face and yes, he did see that contentment in her eyes. As for the first time their eyes met, with the smiling faces.
Performance begun with hooting and claps. The lift was fantastically performed and gathered a lot of whistles from the audience which made all grin ear to ear. Their piece of act came to an end, but there was no end to the applause. “Once more” echoed the auditorium when everybody bowed and went off stage to let the emcee sooth the demanding audience.
Back stage it was all happiness with a feeling of achievement. People congratulated Mi and eM as they were the highlights of the performance, instructors came and congratulated…at last it was time for both of them to congratulate each other. They kept looking at each other, they kept smiling…none of them knew what to say…all eM could do was…open his arms for Mi to sink in.
They shared a hug to congratulate each other for a rocking end and for a new beginning!!!!
Something strange happened today…I suddenly felt so damn lonely that I dint even realise when a tear rolled out of my eye. And then there was a queue…one waiting after another it seemed. And reason?????
Well nothing…absolutely nothing…!!!
While I was trying to comprehend the reason behind this untimely flood, I don’t know why … but I wanted to talk to you. Though I could see you online, I know that you would not revert back. Hence, I dropped the idea to ping you on chat. I see that busy status of yours which mainly is for people to keep away while you are busy playing games online. I don’t understand what’s the point of even logging in then.
Anyway, that’s not the reason I am writing this email to you…the reason is that I am surprised with the fact that I want to talk to YOU right now…out of all those people in my phone contact list…my FB friends list…it’s the thought of talking to YOU which came in my mind when I wanted to do something to ease my disturbed mind.
Not sure if I should be sending this email to you or not… I’m sure you would think that I have misplaced some nuts n bolts of my mind. That precisely is one reason why I always stop myself from reaching out to you. The image that you proudly portray of a mean selfish guy…is something that makes me stop to discuss anything apart from common friends. Though I know, behind that mean n selfish veil resides a sensitive person. BUT the catch is…he is sensitive ONLY to those whom he wants to be sensitive towards.
Ok now my mood is alright…and I’m sure you must be fed-up of reading by now.
Good night for now…will continue eating your head tomorrow 😛
Mi kept thinking for 2 minutes and then added eM’s email id to the recipient address…she now wondered what to keep the subject as…she was not able to think of anything appropriate to justify the content of the mail, so she kept it blank. “So what, there are emails without subject also”, she tried to relax herself further. Now everything was set, her feelings were just a click away…..she kept hovering the mouse on the send button. This time she could clearly hear the voice of her 2 minds…one kept asking her to click, other kept denying the same. She took a deep breath closed her eyes…..another tear dropped. Moved the cursor to discard and clicked yes. She switched off the PC instead of shutting it down with due respect and went on to sleep with high music bursting her ear drums.
Rest I guess was a ‘good’ night for her, cos when in winters our skin becomes dry her eyes were moist.
May be it was the Christmas affect that Mi was reading beyond the words and smiling at the conversation with eM. They were not new to each other but suddenly the conversation between them had taken a new turn. She never could imagine eM being one of those mushy-talkers, but suddenly his out-of-the-boundary kind of shots amidst the general discussions were making her think.
“It always happened in those Hollywood movies during Christmas”, she thought to herself. She was thinking about Love…this was one feeling common in most of the Hollywood romantic movies. “But this is life not a movie”, her sensible sense tried to bring her back to reality. She diverted her mind from those conversations which were making her feel like a teenager.
As Christmas was coming near… butterflies in her stomach were multiplying as she was finding it difficult to spend a day without listening to his voice. Usually she has always been the one directing the conversations but this time she was surprise to have encountered someone who was surprising her.
And when it was the Christmas eve, she decided to accept whatever she was feeling. Distance was playing the negative role in the play as eM was out of town for an office trip. She called him up, only to find his phone busy. She kept calling and messaging but there wasn’t any reply.
“Spending Christmas with movies was better than this” and she switched the TV on to watch 50 First Dates.
Miracle on Christmas????
….happens only in Movies!!!!!
Merry Christmas guys….I wish that you be an exception to experience world’s best Miracles 🙂
“To hell with this traffic”, Mi talked to herself while she tried to get a comfortable place to cross the busy road in Delhi. Mi, a simple yet ambitious girl; has just come to the metro city to accomplish her dreams. Mi has never been out of her native place Jharkhand, since childhood. Whenever her friends discussed about their vacation trips, she would recall the only time she went out of Jharkhand – Kolkata. She was 10 year old when family had gone to attend the funeral of her grandmother to a town near Kolkata. She hardly knew what was happening around her, what her father must be going through…she was too immature to understand the matter of life & death. While travelling through Kolkata roads (the only time they spent in the city), she just knew that one day she would be in a big city like Kolkata. Now with the responsibility of her mother and 2 young sisters after her father’s death, her time has come to realise this dream.
It’s her first month in Delhi. With the help of her father’s second cousin sister and her family she was able to get a job as a sales girl in a big showroom of one of the huge malls in Delhi. It was her turn to travel on her own after being given the instruction for a week now.
As she stands at one side of the road, looking for an opportunity to cross; she recalls how safe she felt in Kolkata with her father around. While some old memories stuck her mind, the bunch of people standing next to her started crossing the road and just to be in the middle of this small crowd to cross the road; she stepped ahead slightly late. Though she tried to match the pace with others who are used to this daily routine, she fell back. Now she was there….in the middle of the road, in front of the cars pulling the breaks with that screeching sound. She managed to gather some will to get up, but could not move ahead when she saw few heads peeping out of the car in anger …shouting at her. “Where have I come??? Why am I here? What if someone had ran over me? Who would have informed my mother?”….Why, where, what, who, where, what, why…all these words were now playing crossword in her mind as she was standing there in the middle of the road just like a statue at Madame Tussauds’ Museum. A small tiny tear fell out of her eye, she tried to catch hold of her racing heart but it only made tears come out more frequently now…from both eyes. People were shouting at her to move aside, some were moving their cars to make a way for themselves from the sides. This made Mi stand where she was cos traffic started moving ahead. In the middle of this mess, a hand held hers and pulled her forward to cross the road. She followed the hand till the time she was at the other side of the road. Soon a face appeared too…or rather, soon she noticed the face too, which was shouting at her. “Are you mad or what? Don’t you know how to cross the road? Which school did you go to?? Or were you up for a suicide?”. These questions were falling on her ear drums and were just making her more restless, her tears were now stronger and cry even more louder. eM felt embarrassed as people who crossed by were staring at him. “No one is stopping by to help me shut this girl up, why the hell did I stop”, eM was questioning himself. He tried to calm her down, as he was getting late for work too.
eM was born in this mean city of Delhi. He never liked Delhi, he always asked his father to move in a different city and he always used to assure him that they would. But he got late or maybe it was too early for him to depart leaving his son alone at the age of 15 and taking his mother along with him for the final journey. eM moved with his Uncle after the accident and spent almost a decade in a small district of Himachal, a place where he always asked his father to shift to. Now that he is 25, he chose to come back to work in Delhi. This is the place that he never liked and this is the place he came back to. Delhi reminded him of his parents, being here made him feel the presence of his childhood and thus, his parents too. He started a couple of years back as a sales agent, but now is an executive in small set up of manufacturing business. To save some money he travels by metro. He was always too shy to make friends and here he was, standing with a stranger…shouting at her…in a way trying to make her realise that she need to say a “Thank You” to him for pulling her out of the mess.
eM didn’t know what to say to a crying girl to stop her from crying. He neither wanted to leave her crying like this. He just thought to move away from the scene, to give her some break and to give those staring eyes some break. Without saying anything, he just moved away. Mi when realised that he is not standing there, started looking around like a small kid who has lost her way back home. “I couldn’t even thank him”…disappointed with herself she turned around to move on. And there he was…eM was standing there with candy floss in his hand. Before Mi could say anything, he extended that towards her …which finally brought some smile on her lips. He smiled back, “Take care and be safe. Hope not to see you again in this kind of a situation. Good Bye!”. Mi, with candy floss in her hand watched him turn his back and fade away from her sight.
Candy floss has always been her favourite. Her father would sometimes give her some pocket money, enough to buy candy floss for few days. This was for the first time after his death, she had had candy floss. Mi kept on thinking about the incident that happened in the morning the whole day. She kept regretting the fact that she could not say Thank You to the stranger.
She felt connected to him in a strange way, as he somehow made her feel secure. After years she felt that feeling of being safe with someone. She calculated every possibility of their meeting again and failed every time. Delhi is big enough a city where 2 strangers might not ever meet again, unless and until God wants them to. She kept on praying to Him silently, though somewhere in her heart she knew that life has never given her another chance to be happy.
eM was busy too…with her thoughts playing hide & seek in his mind. He had a tough day at office. Boss never missed an opportunity to pin point even a minutes’ delay and today this minute was multiplied by 40. “How could he let this meaty opportunity go?”…eM thought mincing his teeth when he entered the office gate in the morning. As expected, boss shouted…eM decided not to say anything as it might have come out to be a cooked-up story to save himself. With every comment throughout the day by his boss, he recalled the smile on Mi’s face. This made him smile in return as he was satisfied to have made a crying soul smile. eM kept on wondering about that feeling of being protective towards her which made him shout at her at the beginning. He had never felt this for anyone in years. He might have felt like that towards his parents if they were alive, but it was awkward that she didn’t seem to be a stranger to him. He kept on recalling that moment when he held her hand and it gave him a fresh smile every time. This boy who could not make friends cos of being too shy was now shying cos of a girl!!!! He was laughing on himself more than anything else, as he wished to meet her again…this wish to him was impractical. But wishes are impractical most of the times….aren’t they??
Mi didn’t know the time eM would leave from his office…or if he would be there outside the same metro station. eM kept wondering if she had come to work to the place they met or was she going somewhere else? They didn’t know where they would find the other one…if they ever would be able to find the other one…how would they find the other one…they didn’t even know the name of the other one….but both of them kept wishing the same….that they get to meet the other one…today…tomorrow or whenever…but at least once in this lifetime.
It was 7 in the evening of April, eM kept waiting for about 15min at the same place where he handed over that candy floss to her but she did not turn up. “May be we are not suppose to meet again”…he consoled himself and moved on. A sudden feeling of being alone surrounded him and he decided to go to the Rajpath. The same road where he had enjoyed numerous scooter rides with his parents. They would often come down to this road for a nice scooter ride after dinner and of course, ice-cream was always an attraction. eM marvelled at how things change…the latter has always been a reason to come with his parents and now it’s the road which fetches a lot of memories…the reason for him to come down and have a walk on the busy road….alone! In the middle of these thoughts he asked the auto driver to stop. Auto rides were usually a luxury to him. He paid the bill and started walking towards the direction of the traffic. He wanted to face the high beam lights of the moving traffic…something that always gave him the energy to fight back.
Mi was on her way back home and was even more restless as the day was about to end. It was difficult for her to divert her mind; she forced herself to think about anything else. Staring out of the window of the bus, she thought of keeping a track of all those vehicles which bus would overtake. She was amused to see how some cars just zapped through the traffic like a bullet, overtaking this huge vehicle. Amongst all the vehicles, Mi felt that the bus just crossed by a man…who was moving in an opposite direction…she sensed that feeling of being secured again, which gave her the courage to get up in the crowded bus to shout to stop the bus in the middle of the road without any signal. Mi wasn’t sure if it was him…but she didn’t want to miss even an ounce of an opportunity to meet him again. After slight discontentment, conductor did ask the driver to stop the bus at a side for a minute to get this girl out of the bus.
Mi was out of the bus, trying to figure out how far she had come. Without thinking much she started moving towards the traffic too. After a while she could feel a shadow of someone at a far end of the road…she walked even faster…with the thought that he might get into a bus or an auto, she started running towards this shadow…she was curious to know if her heart was pounding for the right reason. She wanted to shout to check if it was him….but didn’t know his name…even though she shouted “Hellow….excuse me??”, he could not hear the same cos of the distance and of course traffic contributed too. It was a matter of a couple of minutes and few more steps to solve the puzzle for her….as she came closer to the shadow…which now was a man walking few steps ahead of her, she stopped and took a deep breath. She smiled to herself as she recalled the blue striped shirt and black trousers she met in the morning. She kept walking behind him for sometime…thanking God silently. She noticed his hand…which was waiting for hers. She moved forward a few quick steps to be next to him…with a lot of thought she moved her hand to hold his.
eM got scared a bit when he felt that someone had held his hand. But the moment he noticed that it’s none other than the one he has been thinking of all day long…a beautiful smile appeared on his face…which reflected on her face too. At that moment…Mi didn’t feel the need to say “Thank You” in particular…their smiles conveyed a lot of unspoken feelings that they were struggling with throughout the day. It was time to take a walk…on a busy road…not alone anymore….
“It takes long to search for that one soul out of billions…but it just takes a moment to fall in love with”
“You seem to be like a birthday gift to me, which God must have sent across while fiddling with my life somehow. I wonder if it was an accident or a mistake or He actually wanted me to have some moments of smile and laughter. I believe that He wanted me have a sigh of relief amidst all the chaos.” Mi wrote in her secret diary which she used to address to eM. They both have been Kindergarten mates and eM hate Mi since then, but somehow there reunion after years have made her feel different…entirely different!
They first departed when they were in grade 3, eM’s father got a job in a different city hence they had to move. eM came back after 3 years when they were in grade 6 and again were in the same school n class. This time they were almost neighbours too. eM hated every site of Mi. Mi was not attractive but one could find her pretty after spending some time with her. Mi always met heart breaks at every turn of her life. They never transformed into relationships, rather ended up being a fire burnt at only at one side. eM came back in her life when she was at the verge of losing faith in life. He was unaware of how Mi’s life was, but he did start behaving nicely…after all he was no more a school going kid. This time they accidently happen to meet at a shopping mall, Mi ignored and carried on keeping in mind her past experiences with him where he had nothing to make her feel better. But eM recognised her and approached her to talk. There meeting was very formal, eM asked for Mi’s number and they agreed to keep in touch. A week passed by and the numbers were not put into use. Mi almost forgot about the little encounter with eM and moved on with her life.
All of a sudden on a Sunday morning Mi’s phone rang, she wasn’t even up from her bed when she picked it up to hear eM’s voice on the other end…asking her to come down to meet her. She had no choice but to get downstairs in 5minutes. “what are you doing here?” Mi enquired. “Well, came here to meet some old friends” is what she got an answer along with a warm smile. They talked for a while, when eM popped up the question out of the blue “Would you accompany me to a concert tonight?”. Puzzled Mi replied ‘sure’ as an answer and then later on cursed her for saying the same. “He is going to be the same…he would end up making fun of me like he always did, why the hell did I agree!!” while thinking all this she also decided on what to wear for the night as she had no choice to turn the offer down.
eM was at the door step to pick her up sharp at 8 in the night. He wore denims with white formal shirt, a combination which always took Mi’s heart away. On the contrary to his casuals, Mi chose a formal black dress for the occasion. Mi enjoyed the evening with eM and by the end of the concert believed that he has changed but what made him change was still doubtful. eM dropped her back home, the car was stopped right next to the staircase of Mi’s house but none of them wanted to move. It seemed like Mi has finally got to talk after ages. They kept talking for about an hour and when it was time to say good bye and good night, eM leaned forward to kiss her. It came as a surprise to Mi, a pleasant one this time though. She without thinking further returned the favour and it looked like, with interest too. She loved the warmth of his mouth and his playful hands which were trying to search for their destinations. They kept going on until the headlight of another car coming from the front intervened. They moved apart and Mi quickly got out to go back home. Before she could reach at the door of her house she received a message from eM. “Please don’t consider it a mistake, it was something that I wanted to show you for a very long time….my Love for you. But rather ended up hurting you every time”. Mi wasn’t sure how to react, but she liked each and every feeling that crossed her mind during those few minutes, “what he made me feel through that kiss couldn’t be fake”, she thought. It was for the first time she was made to feel special, she felt like a women, she felt needed, loved…feelings which have always been alien to her. She was at the top of the world and yet was recalling every past encounter when she was rejected, by each and every person she thought would hold her hands to walk a few steps. Forget about walking along a few steps, no one ever even offered to hold hands. Mi replied to the sms, “When did you continue to hurt me if you never wanted to?”. eM replied immediately, “would like to explain everything…over a cup of coffee tomorrow???” … “OK”…” 🙂 “
They were sitting across the table when eM started decoding everything that he ever did in the past. “I was a kid, I knew I loved you ever since I know…but dint know how to accept..moreover what fellow students thought about me also mattered, I never wanted anyone to know about my feelings for you and hence always behaved opposite of how I wanted to. I thought that if I take up fights with you no one would ever come to know. But then I forgot that after all I needed to answer myself too”, Mi was listening to each and every word carefully, “the kid I have always known has grown up” she thought to herself. “And do you even know how much eager I was to meet you again and what all I had to go through. I almost travelled across the world to search for you. I am not asking you to believe me right now, I understand that I must have barged in your life all of a sudden. Take your time, give me some time to prove myself right and then take the decision”. eM continued to unwrap his emotions which he kept in his heart for this day,” I don’t even know if you already have someone in your life or not. If there is…all I have to say is that, I AM going to keep you happy for the rest of your life…more than what anyone else could.” Mi kept wondering, all she wanted to do at that moment was to hug eM and cry…for all those moments of rejection…for all those moments of loneliness…for all those moments of self doubt…for all those moments of helplessness…she only wanted to hug him tight and never let go…
eM dint give Mi much time to stay single, as soon as she said yes they tied the knot which was within 2 months of this encounter. There is no point wasting time when you meet someone for whom your heart beats a little faster saying softly “this is The One…this is The One”, all you need is that pair of ear which could listen to this voice clearly.
PS. My first attempt with a positive ending 😀