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Warning: Please do not watch the video if you are weak-hearted or if you are under 13. Thanks! Kindly use headphones or earphones to experience the real effect of the video. Here you go...
I hope you like the video, if not, I’m sorry :( This is my second attempt to make a video for my blog post, and my first attempt in sound mixing. I did give my best, but my bad, I’m unable to find the sounds I imagined in my mind. I hope next time I will try to better myself. Thanks for your time! The post for you!
The long road was completely empty due to heavy rain. Every strong clap of the thunder increased the heartbeat like a cosine wave. The flashing lights in the sky lighted up the sky from one end to the other, blurring images of the vehicles that buzzed every odd minute. The moist winds were continuously blowing on my face. A ray of hope kept me waiting hoping for the last bus to my hometown, even after half past midnight and I was the only living creature sitting on the bench of silicon city bus stop – the bus stop known for buzzing IT Professionals!
A blurred woman image holding a white colored umbrella was seen at a distance of 100 meters, which came closer and closer each passing second and at last, it was a beautiful girl and she sat next to me at the bus stop. She was wearing a white colored Salwar Kamez. She had a face of an angel. She had worn kajal instead of kohl that added beauty to her powerful eyes. Her nose was drafted perfectly like a triangle. Her perfect pale pink rose bud lips were inviting to kiss them. Her white complexion could put technologies to shame. Her white colored sandals were her pride, I believe. She was hot despite her
small faulty tummy; in total, she was an Angel and she mesmerized me!
She was reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and I was reading her lips. PS: Lip reading :P
She was irritated, so she asked, ‘What?’
‘I’m dying of loneliness. Can you please?’ I said smiling.
She smiled broadly for the first time and said, ‘Okay!’
‘Tell me about yourself?’
‘I’m Ritika, working as a Senior Software Engineer. I’m a Facebook addict; in fact, that’s how I met my boyfriend, who happened to share the same corporate tag, and he calls me Riti!’ She said, forgetting to breathe.
I cursed Mr. Zuckerberg and his co-founders of the social networking site Facebook, managing a smile, as it’s rare to meet a girl aloneat night, and that too a heart stealing beauty.
She smiled and asked, ‘Tell me about you!’
‘I’m Siddesh, working as a Senior Executive Engineer. I’m passionate about writing and I write at Few Unsaid Words. I had a girlfriend but my bad we broke up,a month ago :( ’
‘Really? Even we broke up last week :) I realized he is not the right guy and all he wanted was flesh.’ She said with tears, looking down, and she kept silent for the next few minutes.
She asked, ‘Are you still in love with her?’
I smiled and said, ‘It’s time to move on because she is not going to comeback as my life.’
‘I’m sorry! Anyway, move on, because love is not the life, it is just a part of life. But when you love someone; love her heart and not her flesh, okay?’ She said in a demanding voice. I nodded my head because I loved my girl.
The rain started pouring down heavily in all directions and we were drenched completely by the time she opened her umbrella for us. Her inner was completely visible as her white dress became transparent; she looked like an
ice cream and I could not stop staring at hers, she was hot!
I wanted to stop staring at hers so I started reading a-day-old newspaper, which I had in my back bag. As usual, the hot news was
“Pregnant woman found dead in her flat!”
BANGALORE WORDS – Bangalore Police officials are trying to determine the cause of a doubtful suicide of a pregnant woman found hanging in her flat, who is working as a software engineer in ABC Enterprises.
‘Am I too hot to handle?’ She asked smiling mischievously!
‘Well, you are damn hot!’ I said, still looking into the paper.
‘Maybe, that’s why Harish always wanted sex I guess,’ she said.
‘Harish! Did she say Harish? Harish and Ritika? What the F!’
I was shocked! I read the same names in the newspaper. Ritika was found dead in her flat. She had committed suicide by hanging and the police suspects that her boyfriend Harish could have murdered and hanged her.
She peeped inside the newspaper, laughing, and said ‘I’m Ritika Chaudhary!’
I fainted!
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Three hours later, a loud honk helped to open my eyes to greet the wet windy drizzles and I was sitting at the same bus stop with the same newspaper, and a diary titled ‘Strangers in the night’ was on my lap; my heartbeat raced and I fainted again!
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An hour later, a paperboy woke me up, to check whether I was alive or not. I bought a tea for him to express gratitude but he wanted the tea in exchange of newspaper and he was very sweet. I was sure that he would be a star some day in his life. He advised not to sleep at bus stops and left the place. I opened the newspaper only to read the headline that that Harish was found dead in his house last night.
‘What the F? He is dead?’ I rushed back to room because I wished neither to faint again on road nor to get drenched in rain.
‘Is she dead? Is she a ghost? Did she kill Harish? Is she alive? Why she came to me? What’s her motto? Why did she leave her diary? How can ghost write a diary? C’mon can someone find me an answer?’
I had gone mad, completely. Should I read her diary? Should I read the newspaper? Chill let’s read the Newspaper.
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| image courtesy: Someone is Special |
The newspaper confirmed that Ritika and Harish were dead but how did I meet Ritika. Was that my dream? If it was a dream then how did I have her diary in my hand?
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| The cover of the diary was unique as she had titled her diary, “Strangers in the Night” and the tagline was, “me. my life. my days.” |
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Even tears could not help. I felt sad! In fact, I wanted to kill Harish, and people like him. Glad Riti, did it!
Dear Riti,
I’m glad I met you! Let your soul rest in peace!
I’ll destroy this diary, as this is yet another untold story; let it be untold!
Stay Blessed!
Sid!
My mobile phone beeped, ‘You’ve a text from Isha!’ I jumped in joy as she texted ‘I miss U :( Please come to Forum Mall by 4 PM, ♥ U'
A Thought: “Love your special ones truly and heartily! Never ditch your better half, and this holds good for both the genders. Live beautifully! PS: Strangers in the night cannot be couples”
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of my imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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