Friday, April 11, 2014

A Night Stuck in Library!

Tammy was a headstrong girl. Pretty and charming, yet she always preffered being a loner. She never bothered making friends and so, things like chilling out or parties were an alienated concept for her. Always found reading some book or the other, it was safe to assume that college library was her second home. She used to get so engrossed in reading that a blast across the hall alone had the power to break her bond from the love of her life, her books. Some guys even mocked  her by naming her The Vampire, she being a vampire sucking up all the books coming her way.

One such day, she was as usual absorbed in reading to such an extent that it was already midnight when she realised that she's left all alone in the library.
It was long before dusk when the librarian asked her to leave so he could lock the library to which she had politely asked him to let her stay for a couple of hours more and promised to lock it on her own. She being a familiar and regular face to librarian made him grant the permision to stay. She was more than happy knowing the fact that she can now stay there and read till the first light of blazing sun.
She, once again, reached back to the book and left the world aside stepping in the world of book she was reading.

A few moments later, she felt a mild tap on her shoulder scaring the hell out of her. She was bold enough to turn around to see who it is and was more than shocked to find a stranger guy. She never really had seen him before but that was Ok as she did not know most of the people of her college. He was all cool and good looking. A tall muscular wheatish guy, someone any girl would love to have. He introduced himself as SB, short of Sahil Baweja.
On further conversation she discovered that his friends locked him in the restroom for fun and left him inside. He somehow managed to escape by breaking the door, which seemed digestable owing to his muscular looks.
She too told him about how she was so engulfed in reading that she lost track of time, and was left here. But she was no longer interested in reading the book and talking to him over reading looked more satisfying to her. He was equally enchanted with her beauty and wit. It all looked so appealing to them that they kept on talking. In a brief span of time, the strangers went on to become good friends. Just a litle chit chat was enough to know that all both of them need is Love.
He was just the same kind of guy, even better than what she desired and fantasised about. She was no less.
They were so submerged in each other that in no time, dawn prevailed over darkness of night. Realising that soon they will be surrounded by other students having questions of different kind, they decided to leave. Silly they didnt bother to exchange any sort of their contact details, and left.

She went back home and freshen up hurriedly to reach back college, only to meet him again. She was sure he would be waiting for her at the same place, the library. But as soon as she reached, everyone else were there except him. He must be stuck somewhere and coming up in a while, she said to herself. And so, she waited. Wait grew into minutes and later hours. But he didnt come. She couldnt even call him as they never exchanged any number. Being a smart girl, she decided to browse college computer to look for his details. She went through database of all branches in a hope to find a familiar name, Sahil Baweja.
Some hundred clicks later, she came across 3 Sahil BawejaS in the entire database. Curiously, she checked all 3 one by one. Her anticipation went in vain when none of the three matched the one she met.
She felt decieved. He must have told a fake name. But why would he do that? Heartbroken, she decided to leave the place when out of nowhere, she saw him.
He was right across the hall, smiling at her. She ran towards him to get her answer but on reaching the place he again vanished.
What was happening to her? Was it actually him that she saw or just an image created of her own? All this was running through her head when she again sensed him standing behind her.

Either she was gone mad or he was playing with him. She recollected all the things happened with her last night. It did not take her long enough to realise that he, actually, was her alter ego made up by her for her own.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Moment : A short story!

He used to believe in moments. All his life he lived and enjoyed each thing, either good or bad, as a moment. Some made him laugh, some cry. Some made him strong, while some even broke him. But still he used to cherish them all.
One such moment occured to him when he saw her first time.
He was lighting up his cigaratte at the local groccery store of his locality and turned around to enjoy his puff. It was his first cigaratte of the day and so, he made sure to acknowledge each puff with a never ending smokey-tail. He was so busy relishing his cigarette that he almost overlooked all the people standing at the grocerry store. A few puffs later he realised that someone was staring him unarbitrarily through the smoke. He looked around to figure out who it was!
It was a pretty face of a young girl of his age gazing him annoyingly, for he was unawaringly exhaling all his smoke over her face. While he was busy admiring her mesmerized beauty, she hastily came over, pulled out the cigarette from his lips and throwed it away rudely. He, despite being angry or apologising, gave her a wide smile which pissed her and she walked away.

That act of pulling out the cigarette and the desire to see her again made him visit the place frequently. Luckily, the very same night, he saw her again at the same place. This time he wasn't smoking. He stopped her and apologised for the morning's act.
Some more random meetings and events like that turned them into friends followed by a strong relationship thereafter.

Such was the impact of that moment on him that even after being together for years, he always used to smoke in front of her only to make her pull out the cigarette from his mouth in anger so that he can woo her back again everytime and this way, he can re-live the day he met her first.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Journo's Juno: A short story

Journo was just another guy for Juno in her class. She never paid any attention to him while he used to like her, from the very first day of college. Even though he had a charismatic personality, he was too shy to convey his feeling to Juno. The fear of being rejected by her always stopped him from speaking his heart out. He always used to see and adore her with the corner of his eyes, only to avoid any awkward eye contact with her.
But one such day, Journo gathered some courage and decided to tell Juno about what he feels for her. He approached her with a cold foot and blabbered out everything, freeing his bugged head and restless heart.
Juno was not expecting anything of this kind and had a heartful laugh on it. Journo felt hurt and started walking away. But she called him out and said that she never felt that way for him and asked him if they could be friends. He agreed and with time, they became best of friends.
Gradually their friendship grew deeper and even Juno started liking him. She confessed her feelings and Journo happily accepted.
They both started dating. The conversations now became endless and night long chatting became a routine affair.Both loved each other madly. Love between them blossomed and  became so intense that everytime they used to make love, he used to kiss her tear away. She cherished this act of Journo's so much that she started fancing it and purposely shedded tear everytime , just to get kissed by him.
While everything was going rhytmic and smooth, fate played a cruel game with them. Just when they both decided to make their relationship more pious by tying the knot of marriage, something wicked happened. Journo met with an unsurvivable accident while making the preparations of marriage. He died, changing her life forever.
Now they aren't together, could not be together. He died, she survived. She lived to die a painful death everyday, everytime. All she could do is take his photograph, look and cry. But this time, he wont be there to kiss her tears away.

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

First Rain : A short story

It was the first rain of spring. He, being a teen aged 14, got excited seeing the first rain of season and felt the urge to take a ride of his almost new Avon bicycle in the pouring rain to feel the fresh drops of God's natural shower. The very next moment, he bashfully took his bicycle and paddled up with an ecstasy of exploring a new horizon. With every drop of rain descending down his face, he felt more lively and cheerfull which encouraged him to ride faster and faster.

Constant thundering and lighting of clouds did not scare him much that night. Rather he started making weird and funny faces at it, assuming he's being shot by a camera. While he was busy getting himself clicked and enjoying his ride, he felt something strange. Someone was following him. For a moment he thought there might be some kidnapper trying to catch him. He decided to ride his bicycle as fast as he could. But at the same time he became curious to look back and see what it is. And so, he gathered some courage and peeked behind with fearful eyes.

But as soon he looked behind, his fear turned into shock discovering a girl, pretty much of his age on her pink Ladybird bicycle. He stopped and turned around in rage. He wanted to scold her for scaring him and following him in a lone dusky rain. But as soon as he reached her, his anger vanished seeing her cute and innocent face, drenched in rain. He now wanted to know the reason of her being here and on asking, he discovered that much like him, she wanted to enjoy the First Rain but got lost midway. He, being a good boy, took her along and decided to help her. They started riding together and on further enquiry, he found that he knows the place where she lives, which was two blocks away from his home. He asked her to stop worrying as he would drop her to the place.

Meanwhile the rain too slowed down. All their way they both talked, telling things about each other when finally they reached her home
.
She thanked her and he decided to leave.
Later, they became best of friends holding a special memory of that First Rain of Spring!

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

An year together!

It all started an year ago.. And with what grace, they must lo!
From dawn to dusk and dusk till dawn.. We talked and talked, ignoring our yawn!

Still had no fight or quarrled much.. There may not exist any bond as such!
Shared many a things, good or bad.. But anxiety of being judged, we never had!

Little teasing we did, every now and then.. Were there for each other, needed when!
This day, today, completes an year's friendship.. And many such years shall pass with no hardship!

This day of christ was no special in past.. But now, it'll be waited, till we last!
With glasses held high, filled with Rum.. Lets cheers to our friendship in years to come!

And a Merry Christmas to you and me.. May we stay this way, whatever the situation be!

Monday, November 18, 2013

Luck : A short story

While luck has always fooled him, there were some instances which made him believe that everything happens for a reason. Something similar happened lately when out of nowhere, he felt the urge to smoke a cigarette. And so, he stepped in his car and headed towards the nearby pan-wala. But as soon as he reached there he got pissed seeing the shop closed. Cursing the luck, he went on to find another shop when on his way, He saw a familiar face. At first he failed to recognize her. But later when he glared at her again, he figured it was her. "But hey, what is she doing here?", he asked himself. "Oh! She has her tuition class here." pat replied his head. But seeing her took him in another world making him halt his car a little ahead, so as not to be seen. Still turned back his car to catch hold a glimpse of her and parked his car in a way through which only he could see her. He has always been a fan of her dressing sense and seeing her in sea green top that day made him adore her even more. She was right in front of him not knowing the fact that he was adoring her hideously. But in a minute or two, she went inside her tution center leaving him numb for a while. Cigarette, now, became a necessity and he decided to find a shop as soon as possible. Which, to his luck, was just meters away. He took two cigs, lit one, and went back to his car to reach the same spot in a hope to see her again. But she was already gone. He sat there for a while puffing the cig one after the other thinking about her. Thinking how he went all mad for her when he first saw her. Remembering all the past moments linked with her and how a single glimpse of a person can bring back thousand of memories. While all those memories started taking a toll at him, he realised both his cigs were smoked. He decided to stay there for an hour or so and wait for her to finish her class but dropped the idea thinking if destiny will have it, it would make them meet again. And so, he started his car and went on in a hope of seeing her again.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

The Nineteenth birthday!

Years ago, an angel was born.. And well they know how beautifully she has grown!
From infant to teen and now nineteen.. She knows better, through what she has been!

Experiences she had,  made her wise and inteligent.. That's what turned an immature girl into lady elegant!
While she must be knowing its her last teen.. Does not mean she should stop being bubbly and keen!

And no matter what her age would be.. She'll always be as sweet as sixteen to me!
As they say, age is just a number.. Pretty sure I am, she can do wonder!

Everything apart, today is her day.. Wishing her to achieve it all, come what may!
May all the happiness she would get.. And all her desires will be met!

So here's wishing her happiest of birthday.. Hoping this piece of mine would make her day!