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Love In The Time Of Virus: The Lockdown And Thereafter

Love In The Time Of Virus: The Lockdown And Thereafter is the sequel to the recently published book, The First Call: Love In The Time Of Virus. If you enjoy reading the long story, I sincerely recommend you to give the book a read!

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 59; the fifty-ninth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​IndiCreator. For Creators. By Creators.. Share Your #LockdownTales at indicreator.com

Prologue

On a summer evening in 2022.

Leela read the first draft of the eBook – The First Call: Love In The Time Of Virus. She held her baby bump, while rising up from the chair. She looked around for Ram and she called out his name… “Ram… Ram…”

Ram came out of the kitchen with two cups of coffee. He placed the coffee cups on the table, sat on the sofa laid in the living room and helped Leela sit next to him. Though he appeared calm, his heart beat faster than usual, “So… how’s it? Do you like the story? Did it capture the feelings?”

On any day Leela could read him like a book. She understood his curiosity. “Are you seriously a one-woman man?”

“Hmm” Ram smiled.

“At times these blank smiles say a lot of words.” This time, Leela said the exact same words Cathy said a couple of years ago. “I am in love with this story. I can feel my presence in the story, so I am sure you did justice to each of the characters.”

“Are you in touch with Cathy?” This time Leela did not have any eye-contact, and before he could answer, she showed a photograph uploaded to a popular social media platform. The ever-smiling Cathy with her son… probably the baby is a year old. “Looks like she has adopted the baby of a virus victim.”

For a moment Ram was lost in his thoughts. Leela called his name again. “No, it’s been more than 18 months.” Ram looked at the photograph closely, “She and her baby, look awesome together.”

“I agree. I have a huge liking for Cathy and now, I respect her more.” Leela showed her excitement for the first time after reading the story. “By the way sub-title says… Love in the time of Virus. And you just wrote a couple of paragraphs about the pandemic situation.”

“Well, people have read more about the pandemic situation and lockdown in news articles, blogs, and on social media platforms. They are well aware of it. And as my sub-title says- love in the time of virus. The story is about love… that too without any communication between the two… Ram and Leela. The purest form of love. And…” Ram paused for a brief moment, took a deep breath, before justifying his views. “There is a fine line between trust, love and need. One can understand the actual meaning only if you know how to read between the lines. The First Call post the pandemic situation is for the love. And it is about our sweet love.”

“And to those who cannot read between the lines, will you be writing another Coffee Read? Please don’t say… ‘Not this time’.” Leela carefully placed her words.

It’ll be a blog post for Blog-a-Ton.” Ram smiled.

The baby kicked her bump. “Looks like he is hungry.” Ram and Leela sipped the coffee with biscuits. They looked much like a perfect couple like that you see in the movies.

Ram penned the blog post under the title, “Love In The Time Of Virus: The Lockdown And Thereafter”.

Lockdown

April 2020

The World Health Organization declares the tragic 2020 Corona outbreak a global pandemic. The virus has rapidly spread to all 195 countries of the world. In the past two weeks, the number of cases has increased thirteen-fold affecting 1/3rd of the global population. The number of deaths increases by the hour, toppling this 1/3rd with at least 40% deaths across the world, making it the worst epidemic the world has seen. At the moment, with no vaccines in place for the new virus, in the days and weeks ahead, WHO expects to see the number of cases, as well as the number of deaths to only go up.

‘Wake up. Get ready’, ‘Stay at home’, ‘Self-isolate. Prevent the spread.’ Is what they stress on during the press release.

The world has never faced such a scenario before…. Ram switched off the television out of frustration. He always wanted the situation to get better and stable, but that’s not the case in reality. It’s been almost thirty days since he had shifted to a flat share, with a few of his colleagues, so that they could work-from-home. Ram was depressed, despite living with his colleagues in the co-ed flat share in London and working as a team.

His mobile phone rang. It was a video call from a special person and uplifted his mood definitely.

“Hello! How are you, my love?” Ram spoke in an excited tone.

The phone displayed the ceiling fan. “Hold on for a minute, Ram” A voice was heard feebly. Leela switched on the focus light and sat beneath it. She held the phone at a distance, bringing her face into focus. In the bright light, her beaming face was radiant. A sharp nose complimented her heart-shaped face and peacock-eyes. A mole on the upper right side of her rosebud lips grabbed everyone’s attention. The thick wavy black hair complemented her beautiful face. She was considered tall at 5’6”, and the perfect curves made her a very attractive woman for any roving eye. She wore a gorgeous peacock-blue sari paired with a set of golden bangles on the right hand, and the watch Ram gifted on her birthday two years ago, on the left. Her stone studded neckpiece was the highlight. She looked angelic.

“You look….” Ram paused, looked into her eyes deeply in love and said, “very cute and gorgeous, darling.”

She smiled. It was more of a blush. He asked, “What’s special?” and after a pause he added, “I am so happy to see you in a sari.”

She blushed even more. “Karna uncle and his family came home this morning to discuss about the wedding.”

Ram spoke in a hasty tone, “In this lockdown?” He paused, trying to calm down. He asked, “Anyway, Karna uncle lives next door to you. I don’t see any reason for his rush. And what did you say?! Who is getting married? Why are you dressed up like a bride?” And a thousand more questions.

“Because I am the bride!” Leela spoke wistfully. “I want you to be the first one… the special one to see me dressed in this sari.”

A voice from outside the room called her name loudly, more than a couple of times. The voice belonged to her mom. Suddenly, the call the call got disconnected. Ram’s Wi-Fi also got cut off and his mobile phone signal dropped to zero. Lights flickered before giving up. It was a power and signal outage.

He called out loudly, “Cathy”.

Cathy

Cathy, his colleague, and now, flatmate and roommate, walked into the room. She wore a pair of cotton-blend shorts with an elasticated waist, revealing her long smooth legs, and a wide top with dropped shoulders, long sleeves and a drawstring at the hem; they look quite good on her. And her nick-name was “Hotcake”.

“Was that you?” Ram looked at her angrily.

“Not this time.” Cathy, responded, as usual with her punch line.

“Can I use your phone for a minute?” Ram asked her without any second thoughts.

“I thought you’d apologise.” Cathy promptly sat down on his lap, “Anyway… the phone signal is down, and so is the power.” She glanced up into eyes that gave every indication he could read her mind, “That’s true… it was human-beings all these days and now even worse, everything is down: power, mobile phone, radio and what not!”

“What about the wired telephone?” Ram shot the next question.

“I don’t remember seeing one in this house.” Cathy answered bluntly.

“Even the walkie-talkie is not functioning anymore.” Mike said standing at the door.

“Under lockdown with all modes of communications disabled!” Gary grumpily added to Mike’s statement.

Ramya came running to the living room, “We do not have to work anymore.”

“No work. No money.” Cathy responded drolly.

“Hey hotcake… do you mind getting up from his lap.” Ramya tapped on Cathy’s back.

“This could be momentary” Ram voiced his opinion on the disabled technology, not paying heed to Ramya and Cathy.

“Or this could be the end to digital life and together with the virus, which is already a global pandemic, could erase the human race on earth.” Cathy glimpsed up at Ram’s face.

“Why are you looking at me?” Ram demanded answer.

“Why not make love before we too succumb to virus?” Cathy carefully placed her words before adding salt to the injury, “Leela will get married to Darshan anyways.”

Furious Ram pushed her down. “I do and will always love Leela.”

“Good one, Ram!” Ramya was visibly excited, obviously shipping Ram with Leela, rather than Cathy.

Cathy was hurt. Ram helped Cathy get back on her feet. “I’m sorry. What I meant was… not this time.”

Mike pitched in to make peace. “We must stay united and try to make the best out of this pandemic situation, guys.”

“I second Mike.” Gary added, “We must stay together in this lockdown.”

“Aye.” Said Mike, Gary too, Ramya and Cathy followed.

Ram nodded his head and yet his thoughts were with Leela. ‘Will Leela marry Darshan due to family pressure?’

Ram had no answer. As he helped his flatmates around his flat, there remained inside him a deep void.

Leela

Leela had to undergo the worst phase of her life. As soon as the phone got disconnected, her mom entered inside the room calling out her name. “Leela, will you…” Her mom stopped, admired her beautiful daughter and complimented her. “My beautiful princess, please come down to meet your king.”

Leela cut her mom short and said, “enough joking, Radhika. Let’s go down and meet Darshan and Karna uncle.” It was better to get to the point with her mother Radhika, who would otherwise just continue throwing her tantrums, trying to guilt-trip Leela into marrying Darshan.

“Stop calling Darshan by his name. He is going to be your husband in a few days.” Radhika passed her advice to Leela.

“I’ve no interest in marrying him. Forget it. Let’s not argue now.” Leela tried putting an end to the never-ending conversation.

Darshan sat on the sofa that was placed opposite to the door. Karna uncle sat next to him. Leela’s dad Raghav stood next to the door, waiting for his wife and daughter to join them. Leela entered the living room with the candle, for the power was not yet back.

Darshan could not stop admiring Leela’s beauty… she looked flawless. Leela’s mom sounded formal while speaking to her brother Karna and offered coffee to all.

“Hmm… it’s suffocating here. Shall we go to the garden?” Leela proposed the idea so that she could get a chance to open up with Darshan.

Karna acknowledged her request, and Darshan stood up from the sofa. Raghav asked Radhika to arrange the table in the garden, who happily agreed.

“Leela… hmm…” Darshan cleared his throat. “You’ve become a beautiful woman. You… I” Darshan stammered and struggled to utter a word. “All these days I saw you as a bubbly refreshing girl. I must say this… I am lucky to marry you.”

“Thanks for the compliment, Darshan. You look very smart and I am equally excited to see you after a couple of years. But I must confess this to you: I am in a relationship with Ram, my collegemate… we have been in love for six years. We planned to get married once we get settled in life. We always dreamt of a beautiful comfortable life. However the equation changed, due to our family pressure. Ram promised to speak with mom and dad once the pandemic situation is back to normal. We even planned to marry in the month of August. That’s during the summer break in London.” Leela spoke without looking at Darshan.

“Is he in London? Forget about August, as far as I know he may not be alive till that time. Hope you are aware of the stats and situation in western countries. If you ask me, I’d say that they are building their own grave.”

“Darshan…” Leela shouted, aghast that he could be so tactless and stone-hearted.

‘Chill baby, you are doing well, chill.’ Leela tried to contain her anger and calm down. “The situation is almost the same everywhere. People are dying in hundreds and thousands every day. I trust the power of our true love. Despite all the odds we will sail through this situation to lead a beautiful life in future.”

“Be practical, Leela. The chance of Ram surviving is very slim. Even our survival is not 100% guaranteed. Anything can happen to anyone. That’s why I’d love to have my own family and that too, as soon as possible. Please understand and accept the beautiful life ahead of us. Let’s marry and create magic.”

“I completely understand your need, and also the expectations of us. Anything can happen to anyone, I agree. But why me, when I am not ready for this marriage? I love Ram and I know in my heart that he is doing well. I’ve got a good vibe of this.”

Darshan could not handle it anymore. He said, “Kill your bloody vibe. Get ready for our marriage. I will ask uncle to quickly prepare for the marriage. I will prefer to not having any more discussions on this topic. Period.

Ram

Ram dragged a bean bag to the living room and sat down comfortably. Yawning, he cracked his knuckles, and stretched his legs. “Looks like someone is not hungry. That’s fishy, isn’t it, Gary?” Chuckling he gave a sideways glance at Cathy, trying to tease her.

“Cathy is angry, so she is not hungry.” Mike, as usual, came to the rescue.

“She is in lockdown mode. She is being considerate about our food stock levels.” Gary thought to himself.

“Maybe, or maybe not. I do not know. What I know for sure is… she is angry at someone. Someone she loves a lot actually” Mike responded subtly.

“I am neither hungry nor angry. I am going to sleep.” Cathy frowned, got up from her bean bag, and sipped on a cup of coffee before making her way to the bedroom.

“Good night folks.” Ram grabbed a cup of black coffee, a perfumed wax candle before making his way to the bedroom.

Cathy undressed quickly before jumping into the bed; a habit she developed during her high school days.

“Good night, Cathy. Sleep well.” Ram spoke before she covered herself with the blanket.Cathy sat up on the bed holding the blanket on to her bosom. “This is the limit. I cannot handle the stress anymore. I need you. Let’s talk like adults. Are you game?”

“Of course, let’s sort it out.” Ram appreciated her efforts, giving her a thumbs-up.Cathy walked up to him holding the blanket on to her bosom and sat close to him. “Help me with the answers. Be straight and to the point please.”

“Are you still in love with Leela?”

“I love her to bits and pieces.” Ram whispered looking into Cathy’s eyes.

“Okay, this is the expected answer. Here’s the next. Are you hopeful about her upcoming marriage, considering the pandemic situation?” Cathy leaned to her right and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Love and hope are two beautiful interlinked words. Do you expect anything more?”

“Smart answer. I’m totally hooked to this chic conversation.” Cathy sat up, looked into eyes and asked, “Just answer ‘Yes’ or ‘No’, okay?”

“Are you a one-woman man?” Cathy raised her eyebrows and added, “Are you still a virgin?”Ram blushed. He could not have eye-contact with her. “Fortunately, yes!”

“Unbelievable! For the past month, you have been sharing the room with a woman, who sleeps in the nude. And yet you never tried anything on me. Have you at least… seriously, you have a great control.”

Ram blushed. Chuckling, Cathy said, “And look… you are blushing. Leela is lucky.”“Okay, the last: do you like me?”

“I like you. I admire you. You are… like a good friend to me. At least one of the few souls I trust in this country.” Ram finally held eye-contact with her.

“I have a huge crush on you. More than just a crush – I am attracted to you. Of course, I have the urge of making love to you. I’m not a virgin. I lost my virginity at the age of 19, with my ex-boyfriend. I also had fun with a couple of guys I met in the dance club. I am open-minded and as a woman, I don’t really believe in the concept of virginity. My mantra is to never regret about anything in life.”

“I like your openness, Cathy. I am in-line with your thoughts. Likewise, I have set few principles in my life. And….”

Cathy cut him short and said, “I respect your views. Is there a harm in hugging a woman other than your love?”

“No…”

Before he could add or justify his views she said, “hug me tight and sleep well.”

The wet-winds blew off the candle. She giggled, “Even Mother Nature understands our conversation.”

“No toe-curling kisses. No bed-rocking sex. Just a gentle warm hug. Never slept in such a bliss.” Cathy typed a status in her messenger. Only later did she realize the hard-hitting reality. No power. No signal. No social life. It’s just about the worst ever pandemic situation the world has encountered. Once in every five minutes a soul leaves the body.

2.0

Ram stared at the portrait sketch of Leela’s photograph for a while, which he sketched after landing in London earlier this year.

Someone is specialmissing your special one a lot, is it?” Cathy interrupted his train of thoughts.

He acknowledged with a nod. “Feels so hard without talking to her. Make me wonder how did people survived long distance relationship prior to the technology invasion.”

“There is a fine line between trust, love and need. Our ancestors had a great understanding of these. Whereas we younger generation are so bad at managing emotions and end up in nasty things.” Cathy kept it simple.

“It is easy to say, but hard to follow.” He said looking into her eyes. “I pray for her survival every second. And,” he paused, took a deep breathe, and said, “Anyway, there’s no point in cribbing about it. I accept and I am waiting for the day to live my life with her.”

***

Power restoration project headed by World Health Organization successfully restored the power globally after as many as 30 days. The house, the road and what not… got its actual glow back. Everyone in the house was excited and shouting at peak, while Ram quickly escaped from the celebrations to grab his smartphone. He quickly switched it on as he had 30% charge left on his smartphone when he switched it off. The first two signal bars looked much like the last two lifelines of the game. He quickly dialled Leela on her mobile phone.

The connection was slow, but not dead. Ram patiently listened to the ring.

The first call got connected. “Ram…”

“Leela… Leela.”

“Ram… Ram… Ram… Leela…. Leela Ram…. Ram Leela…”

Words failed to help the lovebirds. Cathy stood shellshocked, but in a way she was happy for Ram. She understood his true love for Leela.

Virtual

May 2020

“It’s scary to hear what you’ve to go through, Leela.” Ram said placing the smartphone in the holder. He adjusted the neckband.

“It’s horrible, Ram. No one should go through it. This incident happened in the third week of complete shutdown. Darshan came home with rape on his mind; an ideology suggested by his friends that he should rape me to subdue me, and it is justified as anyway he would be marrying me. I was listening to music in the USB MP3 player, the mega-powered backup battery and 16W speaker I always use to listen music even during power failures.

He came inside the room after seeking permission. I said yes and turned back cribbing in silence. He increased the volume to the maximum, locked the door and looked at me from top to bottom. He powered me down to the bed, in no-time he tore my t-shirt exposing the inner-garments. I resisted and screamed, but it went unheard due to the loud music. He bit my lips very hard to the extend it started bleeding and even slapped me twice when I tried pushing him away. All I could see is my dreams crushing into nothing.

He released my right hand to unzip his pants. The zip stuck midway. He lifted his legs to unzip or pull the pant down. I used the opportunity to knock his balls with my knee. It was a hard kick and so, Darshan threw himself off from the bed, coughing hard in pain. Bleeding from mouth, I got up quickly, trying to escape. Darshan twisted, turned and rolled in pain. He looked completely helpless. I wanted to inflict more pain on him, stamped on his manhood with all the power I could gather, until he passed out. Still unable to calm down, I kicked his belly hard. Unconscious, he lay there unmoving.” Leela wet her handkerchief.

Ram could not speak a word. He did not expect to hear such things from her. He waited for her to continue.

“Our parents took us to hospital, where we were tested for virus and given treatment. A couple of weeks later, I took Darshan to a psychologist, where he revealed the dark secrets of his life. Darshan was abused by his uncle from his early childhood. He had spent many days losing his self-esteem. That’s why he had a huge problem when someone insulted or ignored him. Regular visits to the phycologist helped him live a better life.” Leela spoke at one go.

“That’s cruel. I cannot image such things, Leela.”

“It’ll take time to heal. Of this I am sure, my love for you is eternal. We are meant to be together forever.”

Cathy walked in apologising and saying a ‘Hi’ to Leela. She spoke for a brief minute about the lockdown before they hanged up as Ram had to join a meeting.

***

“Do you remember this poem?” Leela dropped a text on WhatsApp

Okay, One, two and three,
Let’s the fun begin with tea,
Get up from the bed,
Freshen up Mr. Red,
Wear the sexy red shirt,
Come to our heaven Mr. Flirt!
Yours,
Lady Book.


“Of course, I do. It’s on my birthday. And of course, it’s our proposal day.” Ram responded. He always liked the swipe right feature of WhatsApp when replying to chat messages.

“Life has changed so much. I never imagined living in lockdown in the year 2020. It was supposed to be the most happening year – every class mate of us said this right?

A virus changed our way of life.” Leela was quick to respond. However, Ram read the message only in the morning. “Did you sleep so soon?”

***

“Oh yes, I did. I was tired.” He texted her in the morning.

The conversations on WhatsApp chat, audio and video calls continued. WhatsApp became the way of life, right from dawn to dusk and even after that, they lived together virtually – the new normal, cherishing simplest things of life making it the biggest memory of their life.

Unlock

August 2020

The World Health Organization declared that the virus outbreak had killed 70% of the global population and erased few countries from the map. With only 30% of the global population surviving the pandemic, this was worst of the pandemics the world had seen. Social distancing was also regulated across the globe before announcing the end of pandemic on the 150th day from the first reported case.

***

Cathy held Ram’s hand for a brief time. She always knew that when the time come, Ram would fly back to his hometown. But in her heart, she had believed that she would have got more time with him – than the 30 days of lockdown as they lived in the flat share, followed by the second month of the global power outage and then, the post power revival unlock period. The time they shared was too less for her heart, and when the time came to say goodbye, it left her heart sore. Those beautiful days and nights had come to an end.

“So much happened in the past 150 days. So much to the extent that we look at this world like a fresh start. So much that…” Cathy blurted, she paused, took a deep breath and she said, “You have to go now, Ram… but my heart says ‘don’t go’”.

Ram kept looking into her eyes deeply. Completely wet. Fresh tears-brimmed in her powerful eyes.

“Will you come back to this country?” Cathy was hopeful.

“Probably, not.” Ram looked away as he knew he would hurt her with that response, but he wanted to be truthful to Cathy.

“In the last 30 days we shared a beautiful bond….” Cathy was completely emotional.

“Hmm” Ram smiled.

“At times these blank smiles say a lot of words” Cathy paused, looked straight to his heart and continued, “A part of you is inside me… and it will stay with me forever. It will make my life meaningful.”

She wiped off the freshly brimmed tears. “Memories. The memories of past 100+ days. I meant.”

“I’ll… leave. I do not want to cry in public. I will miss you very much, Ram. And yes, I love you, Ram.” Cathy ran from the airport.

Ram waved goodbye to his colleagues for one last time. Sam, Mike, Gary and Ramya was sad too as they had all fought against pandemic situation together.

“Tough times make people stronger. Whoever said this, go to hell.” Sam murmured.

‘Bye!’ All of them waved together.

2022

At around 11 PM in the night.

Leela slept on the bed by the time Ram finished typing the story. It was more of an extract from the first book plus he addressed the gaps in the story.

By the time he crossed 4000 words, he was sure to stop and close the story, but his policy of ‘have-no-regrets-in-life’ pricked his heart. He cannot fail at second attempt too.

He recalled Cathy’s words: “A part of you is inside me… and it will stay with me forever. It will make my life meaningful.” After a pause Cathy added, “Memories. The memories of past 100+ days. I meant.”

“Just memories inside her? Is her son the baby of a victim? As Leela thought… what happened in the last 30 nights of unlock was more than a beautiful memory. Cathy might call it as a sexual need. I might say ‘hmm’ as these unspoken silences speak a lot of words.” Ram typed the unspoken words.

He kissed Leela’s cheek, “What about Leela? How will I tell her that I am not an one-woman man? And I am neither a cheater.”

Ram deleted the last couple of paragraphs before he pressed ‘CTRL+Z’.

Before he published the post, he made his mind to confess all that happened in the last 30 nights to Leela in the morning.

***

“Good Morning!” Leela woke him up and gave a cup of coffee.

“Good Morning. Sorry, I had a disturbed sleep. What’s the time?”

“10:00 AM for us. 4:30 AM in London. Cathy must be sleeping at this time, right?” Leela carefully placed her words.

Ram was in complete shock. Leela continued her word-play, “Cathy and her son are happy to become the permanent residents of India.”

Ram did not look up. He felt bad and guilty yet again.

“You want to live with two wives and two kids, is it?” Leela nailed the final words.

Ram did not have courage to speak.

“CatRamLeela… sounds nice right?” Leela said with freshly brimmed tears. “No, I am not crying. I will be happy for the sake of my baby.”

After a pause she shouted, “I know… I know this is coming. It is hard to digest, Ram.”Ram had no say. He could not even hug her.

“I want to confess the truth, Leela. I cannot live with regrets. I do not want to cheat you, my love. I always want to live a happy life with you. I texted Cathy because I do not want her to live in pain, for the mistake we committed knowing the fruits of it.

In all ways you are the most affected in this case. I checked her decision before proposing the idea to you – Cathy, her son, you, me and our baby – all of us living together leading a happy life.

I leave the decision to you.”

***

Leela posted a new photo for the first time in a while. The caption read “#CatRamLeela #HarryHermoine wishes you a Happy New Year 2023!”

The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective posts can be checked here. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. Show your support for the hastags #BlogATon59 & #LockdownTales. Participation Count: 42.

PS: I’d like to thank “Nika” for editing the first book, of which few parts are extracted and used in this post.

PPS: It takes lot of explanation/justification to understand what made Leela accept Ram’s proposal. I shall do that in the book. If you have enjoyed reading the story, please vote for me and do read the book 1, The First Call: Love In The Time Of Virus.

Life is a chocolate




Life is a chocolate has been adapted into a chapter in the recently published book: The First Call: Love In The Time Of Virus. If you enjoy reading the story, I sincerely recommend you to give the book "Coffee Reads" a read!

 



 


This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 53; the fifty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Soulmates: Love without ownership by Vinit K Bansal. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

 


The chilly winds blew up the dead leaves in the air piercing the numb silence of the graveyard. The damp close air with reduced visibility reminded her of the world she lived years ago. A bowlful of memories locked up in the torn piece of her heart belonged the person living in the gravestone. She went down on her knees, placed a Swiss dark chocolate on that gravestone, pressed her lips on the name “Varun” engraved on it. Tear drops filled up the space between her lips and the gravestone. And the clouds too poured down their grief to mark the end of a beautiful story.


* * *

The thousandth ray of morning sun fell on his face. He twisted, turned, and tossed up on the three-years-old hostel-bed. The fresh aroma of the tea activated his brain that ordered to him to open his eyes to greet the day. He saw a card and a plastic cup of tea kept on the table. He extended his arms, took the card in one hand, opened with a smile, as ordered on the card. It read…


Okay, One, two and three,
Let’s the fun begin with tea,
Get up from the bed,
Freshen up Mr. Red,
Wear the sexy red shirt,
Come to our heaven Mr. Flirt!
Yours,
Lady Book.

He threw himself out of the bed, sipped the tea in a minute, rushed to the bathroom and freshened up in less than half-an-hour, ran to the heaven. He saw a card on the library door. It read…


Words we love, reading
Again and again, feeding
The hunger inside, seeding
The peace of love, wanting
For more from his pen, leading
The world of poetry, dancing
With the host of daffodils, loving
Reading whatever he was blessing!
Yours,
Insane Poem,

The first line itself was enough for him to run to poetry section and grab Wordsworth, still he read till the last word to enjoy the words. A card fell down from the book. It read…


Come to the place,
Where we first met.
Come to the place,
Where we first fought.
Come to the place,
Where we first cried.
Come to the place,
Where we first smiled.
Come to the place,
Where we first sat together,
Come to the place,
Where we first ….
Yours,
Idly & Kuruma.

“What’s was that word ending with ‘er’” He said to himself. He turned the card to see a smiley that made him laugh. He kept the card along with other cards in his shirt pocket, ran to the canteen, only to find the ever-smiling sweet-enemy classmate, Aron. Aron showed Varun the card he was dying to read, but Aron did not allow him to read till he paid for his breakfast. It read…


I am the synonym…
Of your smile, tears (happy and sad), mood (good and bad), status (Facebook & Twitter), the ordinary words that you scribble and yet sounding beautiful when I read, and of course, the Swiss dark chocolate that you love a lot.
Yours,
Swiss Dark Chocolate.

And on the backside of the card, it read… “Meet me at my home now!” On reading the card, he ran to hostel parking lot, then to his bike, to be surprised to see a “Swiss Dark Chocolate” with “I …. …” written on the cover, and kept on the engine. He started the bike, changed the gears and flew to heaven.


In about half-an-hour, Nithya received a call from him on her mobile phone. She said, “Loser. Loser. Loser.” A stranger spoke, “Mam, can you please come to Apollo hospital. Your friend met with a road accident. I’m…”


She fell unconscious.


When she opened her eyes, she saw him covered in white, placed inside coffin. Aron walked towards her and handed over a Swiss Dark Chocolate with “I …. …” written on the cover. Aron said that Varun was admitted in the hospital in “braindead” condition. Doctors operated Varun’s organs to save a small boy who was in need of a heart. She looked at the chocolate, pressed her lips on the cover, and...


* * *

The chilly wind blew up the dead leaves in the air piercing the numb silence of the graveyard and made her skin shiver. She went down on her knees, placed a Swiss dark chocolate on that gravestone belonged to her, pressed her lips on the name “Varun” engraved on it. The bowlful of memories flashed before her eyes. Tear drops filled up the space between her lips and the gravestone. She said, “I …”, and her heart stopped beating, but her lips whispered two more unsaid words.


Varun saw her unmoved for more than ten minutes. He came out of the car, running and shouting “Mamma” with a Swiss Dark Chocolate in his hand and a card in the other. It read...


“Life is like a dark chocolate. Bittersweet. Depends on how you see it. You can make it sweeter by turning the odds to favours or by losing to it. Choose your way, Varun :)”

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down memory lane #truestory




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Down Memory Lane’ won SILVER BATOM in 49th edition of Blog-a-Ton.



 


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“SHE SHOULD BE BACK IN AN HOUR. THESE DAYS SHE ALMOST LIVES IN THE CHURCH.” HE MUTTERED ADJUSTING HIS THICK-RIMMED SPECTACLES THAT WAS GIFTED BY HIS WIFE NISHA FORTY YEARS AGO.


The sun had gone down, the birds flew to their nest, the ants marched to their hole, the two-legged so-called human-beings jogged to their homes, and the wonderful four-legged pets followed. He sat on the wooden chair placed in the garden in front of his house with a photo book in his hand. He wore a round neck t-shirt, the favourite blue jeans, and a scarf wrapped twice around his neck and tucked into a thick sweater, both knitted by his lovable wife forty years ago. As usual. He did not look as old as his age. In fact, he looked very young. And his skin did not feel cold. Perhaps, Brussels was not as cold as it used to be.


He lighted his short-lived sixth-finger after three unsuccessful attempts. He inhaled its smoke, and after a minute or so, he let the smoke out through his nose, much like a train spewing out smoke through the chimney. He looked at the watch, then he muffled under his breath, “She used to complain that I spend very less time in the initial days of our marriage life, but these days she spends very less time with me. Maybe, when she is back, I should propose her the plan of visiting Bruges. Honeymoon at sixty-five is not at all a bad idea!” He spoke the last line a bit loud, blushing like a twenty-year-old young man.


A loud horn disturbed his train of thoughts. He saw a truck that passed by his home. He abused the truck driver for spoiling the peaceful evening, while completing his nineteenth cigarette of the day, his best friend for life.


Waving bye to the kids passed by the garden on skating shoes, he opened the photo book one more time to travel deep down memory lane. A habit he developed during his late twenties. On seeing the first photograph, his face curved, then it shone in his eyes, and finally the smile lit his whole face.


It was the same photograph, which she gave him in their second date, when he asked if he could have her photograph to show it to his mom. She was just nineteen at that time. She looked very beautiful in blue shorts and pink t-shirt. He could still recall the colours despite looking at the black and white photograph. Her face complimented her size zero figure and the smile she carried on her face is a medicine for all the traumas he had suffered in his life. And her blue eyes were something he always loved looking into till eternity. He kissed the photograph whispering, “My Dear Lady Love, I love you so much.”

It took three licks on his wrinkled fingers to move to the next page. His face lit up again on his achievement, he looked around to check if someone acknowledged it. Nobody noticed him, except a small dog, which barked on seeing his face. He laughed and then looked into the photo book again.


*** DOWN MEMORY LANE ***


The golden sun went down, the beach roared loudly, the birds flew into the sky, and she went down on one knee, making the moment picturesque. Usually, it happens the other way, but his charm always made it possible.


“I might sound weird or trashy, but this is how I am. This being our fourth date, it might be early to confess, but I have to admit that I am in love with you. Even if this were our third or fifth date, I would have proposed you because I am heads over heels in love with you.”


She paused for a second, for his response, but he kept mum. She continued, “Just nineteen, yet to kiss a man’s lips, say something…”


“Ouch, my knee hurts. Will you at least take these rare pebbles?” She whispered much like a six-year-old offering a chocolate.


He took the pebbles from her hand, helped her to get up, and then sealed her lips passionately.


“I love you right from the moment when I first saw you in the flea market. You were wearing a blue jean pant and white tops. You looked like an angel. My heart told me that you are my life. Maybe, it is God’s wish. Otherwise, He would not have made us meet again and again.”


They sat there, hand-in-hand, drinking champagne, celebrating the day of love.


***


“A girl going down on one knee, confessing she is head over heels in love, offering a few rare pebbles she had saved from her childhood, and asking me to take at least the pebbles as her knees hurt. It is the best proposal I have received so far. By the way, she looks very cute when she blushes,” he blushed looking at the photograph, and then he took his handkerchief out, pressed on his lips, kept it back in his pocket.


He heard an old woman voice from behind, lifting his head up, he checked if his Nisha was coming... No, it was somebody else living in the neighbourhood. He shook his head before turning to next page.


He gave a flying kiss to the photo book. It was the picture of their first kiss on a not-so-hot Sunday, which apparently turned out to be the day they lost their virginity. He recalled those romantic conversations.


*** DOWN MEMORY LANE ***


“Give me a break. I need to breathe.” She said pushing him away.


He hugged her from behind and pressed his lips all over her neck. It sent down thrills under her spine.


“I am feeling butterflies in my stomach, my hands are shivering, and I guess I am melting down.” She said in one breathe.


He held her hands tight, pressed towards her bosom, pressed his lips all over her neck, and whispered ‘I love you’ umpteen times.


It took less than five minutes for them to undress and move toward the bed. He pushed her on the bed and went on top of her.


“Do you love me?” She asked biting her nails in tension.


“I have no doubts in that!” He said pressing a kiss on her bosom.


“Wait...I’ve questions to ask.” She said pushing him away.


“Do you want me to answer now?” He said almost brushing her bosom.


“Not exactly, but I want to know if this is love or lust.” She said before they become one.


When they were done, he said, “I am and I will love you in a way that nobody has ever done in the past, neither read in books nor be seen in movies in future.”


***


“Hello Amol, how are you and your family?” The hairdresser said while locking the door of his salon that was next to the lawn he was siting.


“Hello Ron, Nisha and I are doing well. Cutie is living with her boyfriend in Bruges. How about you?” He said without a pause.


“My family and I are doing fine. Do you need a haircut? Do you want me to book an appointment for you?” He said looking at his shoulder length hair.
Amol checked the length of his hair and then he said, “I think I am good,” paused for a minute, then he spoke, “Maybe, you can give me an appointment this Saturday at half past nine in the morning.”


“Sure, I will book that slot for you.” He paused, looked at the watch, then he insisted, “It’s six in the evening, Amol. Do you need my help in getting to your home?”


“No, I am okay. I am waiting for Nisha. She will be back any time from Church.” He said sitting on the chair.


Ron smiled, greeted him good night, and left the place. Amol greeted him back, waved bye, and fixed his gaze on the road. The car flew into the street along with other cars, a few pedestrians walked by, but Nisha was nowhere to be seen. He turned to next page in the photo book. It was indeed a very special photograph for them. The dream came true moment when they stood next to each other in the wedding hall in the most beautiful dress to swore the oath that make them one.


*** DOWN MEMORY LANE ***


In the centre of the wedding hall, they both stood next to each other. She stood on a high-heeled white-coloured sandal wearing a snow-white splendid sheath wedding gown that ran from the bottom of the toes to the top of her chest and it perfectly hugged her figure following her curves to elegance, as if it had been made for her. The one-shoulder strap bodice adorned with subtle floral embellishments on the edge and the skirt part, the echoing floral embellishments had drowned from the left side waistline in front and become more to the sweep train. A small heart-shaped pendant hanged from a thin necklace around her neck, tiny heart-shaped earrings dangling on her ears, complimented her radiant face gleaming of happiness. She looked much like a queen in the bridal set. Amol, the king of her heart, suited and booted in dark blue, was smiling broadly. His white shirt glittered like the diamonds complimenting the diamond studded watch and the oxford dress shoes. He looked much like a king!


The Church Father started the wedding ceremony after completing the usual formalities.


“I, Amol, take Nisha, to be my Wedded Wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till the pebbles she gave turn into sand or death do part us, according to holy ordinance; and thereto I plight my troth.”

She blushed when she heard the line, “till the pebbles she gave turn into sand”


“I, Nisha, take Amol, to be my Wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till the death us do part, according to holy ordinance; and thereto I plight my troth.”


He kissed her for eternity before they drove to Bruges for an extended honeymoon.


***


“This is the moment that means a lot to us. This is what defines us. This is our life.” He said lifting his head up. A pedestrian passed by smiled at him, and he smiled in return.


He knew the next photograph is going to be special, so he lighted the twentieth cigarette of the day, inhaled its smoke, and after two minutes or so, he let the smoke out through his nose, and flipped to next page.


Michael, a young kid, 6 years of age, entered into the society skating along with his mother. On seeing him, Amol shun the cigarette in the ashtray, and spoke to him.


“Hello Michael,”


“Hello uncle, how am I skating?”


“You have learnt the art of skating well. I appreciate your talent boy. You should also learn playing football. Okay?” Sid spoke in one voice.


“Sure uncle, I will be next Courtois.”


Michael’s mom greeted Amol goodbye, and took Michael inside.


Amol smiled on seeing the boy mastering any art he learns felt happy. He saw himself in the small boy. He smiled and then opened the photo book and continued to travel down his memory lane. It is the photograph of Nisha confirming to Sid that she is pregnant.


*** DOWN MEMORY LANE ***


“Amol…” she called him aloud. He was busy fixing the broken pipe in the kitchen. He did not respond a word because he wanted her to fresh up as soon as she is home. She searched for him in the bedroom first, living room, and then the kitchen. On seeing him, she hugged him.


“I’m dirty, almost done with fixing these pipes. Please wait for me in the living room. I’ll come there after taking bath.” He said without touching her.


“We are pregnant!” She exclaimed holding him tight.


He turned and looked into her eyes. She kissed him all over his face. He did the same to her. And they both bathed together in the tub holding each other for a long time. That night they slept holding each other tightly.


***


He would never ever forget those happy tears she had in her eyes in this life. In fact, he would call it as diamonds of happiness and not tears. He flipped to next page. Nisha was nine months pregnant when he clicked this photograph. He remembered how he teased his lovable wife complaining her growing tummy.


*** DOWN MEMORY LANE ***


He made her sit on the chair, came in with the measuring tape, and wrapped it around her waist.


“Oh my God!” He screamed looking at Nisha, and then he said, “It is 36 inches now. You can never be a size zero figure again.” He winked at her.


“Amol...I’m not going to kiss you again.” She said kissing his palm.


He got up and said, “Our baby must be happy now! She has got a good space inside to play football.”


The moment he said that, Nisha felt tickling inside, and when Amol kept his hands on Nisha’s tummy, the little angel kicked him. They broke into laugh, sat near the window with a glass of apple juice and sipped together.


***


He kissed the photograph again and turned over to next page. It was blank, but he knew the reason behind the blank page, so he ignored it, and flipped to next page. His eyes gleamed in happiness and he slipped into a beautiful world that only he could see. It was the first photograph captured when their cutie set her foot on this earth. When he held her for the first time in his hands, he felt that she is the God’s gift for their true love. He kissed his lovable wife on her forehead and the little angel who completed the family.


The light was inadequate, the weather was very chill, and yet he sat in the lawn patiently waiting for his lovable wife to return home. He felt the need of another cigarette, but all he had done with all the twenty cigarettes. He made himself warm rubbing the hands on his arms and his body.


He flipped the page. When she was three, he clicked this photo, and the ones that followed were captured the most beautiful days of his life!


***


“Uncle, it is getting colder. Can you go inside your home?” He heard a voice from behind.


“You are disturbing me, Sid.” Amol said fixing his gaze in the photo book.


“Nisha aunty is back home. She is looking for you.” Sid said in his maximum voice.


Amol’s face shone in happiness. He got up from the chair much like a young boy, carrying his photo-book in one hand and opening the entrance door with another. He turned back and said with a million-dollar-worth-smile, “Thank you, Sid. That’s so sweet of you.”


“You are welcome uncle. Aunty is tired so she asked you to cook today as well.” Sid said with a smile on his face.


“That’s okay. I can cook for my sweetheart. Good Night!” He walked into his home waving bye to Sid and Isha.


“Nisha aunty...but you never introduced her to me.” Isha paused for a minute, “but I never saw an old woman inside.” She questioned with puzzling eyes. Sid signalled her to come inside, after which he narrated all he heard from his neighbour.


“Nisha aunty died in a truck accident when she was nine months pregnant while returning from Church. On hearing this from his friend Richard, Amol uncle had heart attack and was admitted in hospital. He did not attend her funeral too. Though his friend informed all that happened to Amol uncle, still he was not ready to accept it, and when he accepted it, he was unable to handle to life’s misery on him. So, he drank thirty beers and smoked fifty cigarettes or more that night, after which he became lifeless. He was hospitalized for a week. When he came back home, he started acting weird. Initially, Richard uncle thought he was teasing them, but later he realized that Amol uncle started to live with his imaginary Nisha, and they were blessed with a baby named cutie; the worst kind of hallucination. After the second heart attack, Amol uncle stopped working, and it seems that in this period, he developed the habit of travelling down memory lane by viewing the photo book. Initially he cried after seeing a blank page, he even filed a police complaint that his first family photograph is stolen, but after that incident Richard uncle made sure that he diverts Amol uncle from viewing the photo book after the wedding photograph. It works out well for him.”


“This is the height of madness.” Isha said in disbelief.


“Love itself is madness!” Sid said.


Isha hugged Sid, and he continued, “Amol uncle loves to cook for his wife, so the best lie is what I said minutes before.”


“Is he cooking daily?” She again asked in disbelief.


“Yes, he does. After having dinner with his imaging wife, he starts drinking. He drinks ten beers and smokes twenty cigarettes a day, sponsored by Richard uncle.”


“But he should be treated.” She insisted her words firmly.


“They did all they could do, but nothing helped Amol other than the photo book, the imaginary Nisha and cutie. At a point of time, Richard uncle got irritated when Amol asked to click a photograph of his family, so he tried to convey the truth, which resulted in third heart attack. After this incident, it seems that Richard uncle follows this technique to get the things going.”


Isha gave a blank look and Sid continued, “Today, Richard uncle informed me that he will be late so he asked me to divert Amol uncle. I hope I did my best to stop him travel down memory lane.”


“It’s a beautiful love story, Sid!” Isha said before closing the door.


“Yes, it is a beautiful story of love filled with emotions. And, it’s going to be fifth story of my short-story collection.”


“That’s awesome… good luck to you, Sid.”



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Go Further to Get Closer

Life…surprises you every second with unpredictable unexpected twists and turns; I am not an exception to escape from it. I, just like every other IT professional, was eagerly waiting for an opportunity to fly onsite (foreign countries), and on one fine September evening, I grabbed an opportunity that came my way. It was for London, my dream destination, and I had no reasons to deny that opportunity. And it all started with the KG rhyme,

“London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down.
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady…”

From that moment I always wanted to learn the mystery behind the line, “London Bridge is falling down…why?” it made me curious to visit London, but what made me anxious was the secret revealed by Akhil, my best friend for life – the secret that reminds me of the most beautiful days of my life – Akshaya.

Akhil, the synonym of friendship, never managed to hide any secret from me, and this one too slipped out of this mouth during an unusual conversation about our college days.

‘But you know, I always missed her a lot, as a girl who made me feel what is love like…but she left me without saying a bye (a teardrop rolled down my cheeks). My heart says I will meet her someday and on that day, I will ask her one question, the question that pricks my heart every day, every night, right from the moment, she left me.’

‘Well you could meet her, if you happen to travel to London…’ he said, then bit his tongue, rolled his eyes and said, ‘I am sorry dude. I do not want you to meet her again and get into depression mood again.’

‘I…she is the best thing happened to me and you know that Akhil, but.’ I gasped for breath. I went out for a smoke before getting drunk that night. And from that day I had only one wish…one dream and that will come true in two weeks. My lips curved, my face lit up in happiness or anxious, I do not know, but somewhere deep inside my heart I thanked God for giving me an opportunity to meet her, to search her in the streets of London and, to ask her that one question which pricks my heart with a needle named Akshaya.

I took my Nokia 1100 phone out of my pocket, called Akhil on his mobile phone and said, ‘Shut up and listen… I am going to search her. If I find her, I will ask her…why the hell?’ I paused. Took a deep breath and continued, ‘Just two weeks, just five thousand miles, just eleven hours travel by flight, I will be breathing the same air she breathes. I know it is going to be difficult without knowing her whereabouts, but I will not miss this opportunity to meet her again. If we are not meant to be together, that’s fine, but I want to find her, at least to see her, to hear her voice, and to fight with her…one more time.’

‘And to ask her why did…’ Akhil said, cutting him short I said with moist eyes, ‘Even for that…’ I hung up the phone to avoid further conversations which might oil the flame burning inside my heart.

I took my purse out to see her passport size photo negative one more time. It reminded me one of our innocent conversations.

***

‘What’s this? Can’t you give me your photo?’ I frowned.

‘It is better to show one’s negative than printed painted originals.’ She winked, and I understood her point.

‘Yeah, it’s better.’ I closely observed her beautiful face in that negative. ‘Truly, she is an angel!’

***

‘Heartily congratulations to you. Heard you are flying to London,’ my colleague Saindhavi congratulated me from behind. I quickly kept the photo negative inside my purse, turned back and thanked her. She came close to me and whispered, ‘I will miss you.’ After a pause, she looked into my eyes and said, ‘I will wait for your return and I hope you will accept me.’ I smirked, ‘I cannot guarantee you. All I can say you is I do not have any love left in me.’ She left the place teary-eyed.

I felt bad for hurting her feelings. I know she is a cute good-looking kind-hearted sweet female who loves me infinitely, but I do not have any love to reciprocate her feelings. In fact, I am heartless…my heart is still flying in the air hoping someday I would marry Akshaya, the girl who taught how beautiful and painful love is. Otherwise why would God give me this opportunity? I kept asking the same question to myself.

The next two weeks went like a bullet shot from the 9mm pistol: filing the work permit, visiting the immigration office for biometrics, receiving the stamped passport, booking the ticket for the travel on weekend, and finally packing all the stuffs required for the travel. Before leaving to airport I spoke with Ma and Akhil.

British Airways Ticket

I sat comfortably inside the plane without showing the fear of first time travel. For everybody else this may seem like a business travel, but to me it’s my life, the point that will let me unravel the truth behind the flame that is set inside my heart five years ago when she left to some unknown country with her mother after her father died in a road accident and her sister ran away from home. And the flame still burns inside my heart without any eta of fire extinguisher and I slept without my knowledge comfortably in the cushion seats of British Airways.

It was the dream come true moment when I set my foot in London Heathrow Airport Terminal 5. I jumped in joy without lifting my legs up, shouted happily without opening my mouth, danced to the tunes of nature without moving my hands and body, and did all that I could do. But it was short-lived, just for two weeks, after which I went again into nutshell as I wandered lonely as a cloud searching her in the nook and corner of the city.

Lot of questions occupied my mind. “Why I am wandering like a cloud? Why do I miss her a lot? What pushes me to search her indefinitely in the streets of London? Is she my destiny? Will I meet her someday?”

Wandering lonely as a cloud,
I began my search in the road.
With hope as the weapon, I
Am searching her like a fly!
What did I reap? What did I sow?
Why my life has no glow?
Will I meet her someday?
Only God knows that day!
If fate can be rewritten then
Let I rewrite but when?
How far should I go?
To say a hello,
I kept asking the God!

I kept asking the God eyes closed standing in Lord Murugan Temple in Church Road, East Ham. I opened my eyes to see my angel standing gorgeously in red-colored sari. I forgot to breathe. I flew to Cloud Nine. I forgot all the pain I had to undergo to meet her at that instant. Now, I can hear her voice, talk with her endlessly and fight with her too.

London Murugan Temple East Ham

‘How are you?’ she asked, her lips curving gently and her face shinning bright.

‘I was living the life of a dead in a grave named hope till this day. I am happy to be alive again.’

‘I am glad that you are here. I am…galti meri thi. It’s my mistake. I am sorry. I should’ve told you. But you know I had no,’ before she could complete, her mother came, and stared at us.

‘Ma…this is Kaushal.’ Akshaya said, her mom smiled and I smiled. Whatever happened in the next thirty minutes made me fly to Seventh Heaven and that marked the beginning of a new #MrAndMrs love story.

It doesn’t matter how far we go to get closer to someone we love. All we need is to live with that someone special and be lucky enough to spend a lifetime with them happily. And I said this bedtime story to my three-year-old cousin and I am hitting the publish button before the deadline.

Happy Endings!

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#ConditionSeriousHai - Sid ♥ Isha - Chapter: Childbirth


This short story is now a part of the upcoming short story collection as requested by multiple readers. Thanks for the love!

An Unknown Relation Became A Special Relation


Beep... Beep... Beep...!

The alarm clock buzzing struck at 6:30 am. Lying in my bed in somnolent I opened one of my eyes, poked on the alarm clock and drown back to sleep again.

After a minute or so …

''Suhani, Are you still in bed? Get up sweetheart, you’re getting late! It’s already 6:35 am and by 7:00 am you've to reach to the bus stop. (Said my mother patting continuously on my back.)
I hate to go school Mum. Why they’re timed this early? Let me sleep please!

Don’t talk crazy, today it’s your English test and I don’t want to listen any complain from Miss Radhika. You've to score more than Sanjana. You’ll, Am sure. (said Mum to make me realize the stiffness of competition)
I am preparing your breakfast. Come down fast I’m waiting there on the table.

I came out of my room while muttering something to myself and rubbing my hands carelessly in tangled hairs. Every day I stand midst mesmerize to see my grandmother. She is too old. Have wrinkles from everywhere to everywhere, her tied locks of grey hairs,eyes closed and lips engage in enchanting prayer, sitting in a straight posture.The contentment and peace on her face a serenity calms me down and that’s how my day begins.

I touched grandma’s feet and greeted her, Satsriakal Bebbe (''bebbe'' in Punjabi we use to give respect to elderly lady)
She blessed me and kissed on my forehead
I walked on wheels and within 15 minutes I was ready for the school.
Bye Bebbe, please do pray for me. Love you!
Hi Sanjana, are you prepared well for the test?
Yes, but I am afraid how would be the questions. Are you?
Yes, I am ready too but not as nervous as you’re

Bebbe says, ''There is a possibility of everything but only when you tend to make it so with true efforts . ''Your efforts determines the part you deserve.''

Hey sweetheart, welcome home! How was your day? Hope you did well in test.
Yes Mum, I did my best and I am not worried how would be the result, Bebbe told me ''Try the best you can without caring of what would be the result because being true to yourself shall never let you stop or loose Hope. You know the efforts you made were true and will never go in vain''

I hoped Mum would agree to what grandma said but she said nothing!
I've made your favorite ‘Rajama Chawal’
Mumma you’re the best ( I said while hugging Mum tightly )
Oops! I forgot to inform you baby, you friend Shreya has invited you on her birthday party today.
Birthday party! Wow!!(I said with enthusiasm)
But have dance classes today and have got much home work to complete (I said in a dismay)
Don’t worry today you’re allowed to skip your dance class and I’ll help you in completing your home work when you’re back.
OK Mum! (Said I with excitement)
Here’s your pink frock, see I've got pink color hair band, clips and white belly. Mumma knows well I love fancy. I dressed up like a princess.

Bebbe, Main kive lag ri haan? (How’s I am looking?)
Bohot soni lag ri ve , nazar na lage mera sona puttar! Jaldi aa jaien (you’re looking so beautiful, God bless you!And come back in time)
Haan ji Bebbe (OK Grandma)

We all have a busy life or in better words personal lives that confine all of us within our known boundary, no matter who you are, your fringe is limited at the edge only. I am close to only two members in my family. One is my dear Papa, who usually has trips to different countries because of his profession and so as to earn bread and butter to fulfill all our desires. Whenever he come home without wasting my single minute…

Papa, what you've brought for me??
Pencils, colors, chocolates, dolls?
I've got all of them for you puttar ji.

He finds his happiness within mine. Papa is close to my heart not just because he fulfill all my wants but because he is the only one with whom I can share my problems and can get ultimate best solutions.

The second person close to my heart is Grandma. Though I don’t talk to her much or express my love but there is a special place for her in my heart. Where everyone is busy in the world of their own to sort out their problems, I see my grandma in the rarest of rare sitting at a place preaching God in silence.

We don’t tell her about the problems going on so as to not to make her worry yet she perceives the matters clearly. She has great intellect and instinct.

The fast and modern life of today where everyone do race to chase for their crave for materialistic things and a blind race to prove individual's supreme distresses her where little things have become even littler. Those little things actually belong to peace of mind, satisfaction, kindness and spirituality.

She would ask me to sit beside her and on Sundays we together sing Bhajans (Holy songs)

''रोम रोम में तुम्ही हो हरजी
रोम रोम तुम्हारा है
मैं तो बस एक बुत हूँ हरजी
स्पंदन तुम्हारा है
सभी जीवों के तुम्ही हो सृष्टा
तुम्ही से जीवनधारा है
निर्मल को तुम्ही बल देते
तू सबका पालनहार है’’


I observe each of her activities and words closely. She has a nature to react and correct immediately if one is doing wrong. Every now and then she tells what should be done and how should be done but never impose her decisions on us.

''My whole life had been full of sacrifices and I am satisfied that I followed my heart and instincts.''(said she while sharing her life experiences with the guests who come to our home)

''Follow your instincts. That's where true wisdom manifests itself''

It wasn't she wanted to sing of those moments she is proud of but she believed this would help people of today’s generation to lead their entire life in a better way with comprehension,cognizance and holiness.

They all listen to her, agree, some ponder over but never implement.

Whenever Grandma speaks of her life experiences I sit in a corner and listen her. Though I’m too little to understand her thoughts exactly yet I listen her with keen interest and try best to understand the meanings. I found them inspiring and thoughtful, realized when I was growing up! I got occupied with my higher studies. Already there used to be less of my and Grandma's conversation but now it had totally ceased.

Grandma’s health was degrading day by day, her speech unclear; she did not speak or eat anything. I was called!
One day when I came into her room to give her tablets, she ignored to have them. I was worried and asked her,
''Ki gal hai Bebbe, please tussi jidd na karo hunn’’ (What happened Grandma? please don't behave obstinate)
Nai puttar hun mein puri hon ja ri haan (No, my child I am going to die). She realized her end was near.
Meri ek gal yaad rakkhin (Remember my words)

She held me close and said
''The satisfaction of mind cannot be ample by the money but it can be procured with the light of knowledge in heart and mind.''

I found she wasn't able to open her eyes,unconscious and told her vision was getting blurred.
I shouted my family members for the help but by then we found she wasn't anymore. There was still the same contentment on her face. I cried within my heart as wanted to spend more time with Grandma but soon her words made me strong

When we get so much of love, we are at the top of the world and get madly blind within its sweetness! But when we realize that there is no one to love, we mourn over it!’’
''It's only our hunger or eagerness to grab the happiness, the main reason behind our pain and cries... This truth is totally unknown! The one who sows this excitement within is prone to it's loss.This is all the reality.''

There was an unknown relation between her giving and my receiving. Those strong soulful words said by Grandma associated an unknown relation of wisdom and self realization that became so special unbreakable till the eternity.

Written by Simran of My Friendship, stop by her for meaningful poems

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Moment of the Millennium: A Lip Lock


“It’s party time!” said Navya in her sweet voice, for which the team jumped in happiness. For an IT Professional like us, every day is a challenge, every hour is money, and each second is a ‘do or die’ struggle, still whenever we get a reason to celebrate, we do smile and celebrate!

It was Navya’s Birthday. She is a heart stealing beauty with her big moist eyes and a perfectly drafted nose adds beauty to her face. Her white complexion is hard to describe. Totally, she is an angel who turned 22 on 12 December 2012. As it was day of the millennium, we thought of celebrating her birthday in a special way and at sharp 12:12:12 – the moment of the millennium, we made the cutie to cut the cake and in less than a minute, the whole cake was on her face. It was indeed a big surprise for her, for which she could not stop smiling.

It was that golden moment, when Karthik – a well-built short hair guy went on his one knee with a diamond ring to propose his love to the birthday angel. She could not stop blushing; in fact, no girl can. When everyone was wondering what’s going to happen next, she accepted his proposal, and he put the ring on making the moment more beautiful. That’s when she called a party, a pizza party - A pizza party for 50 people!

We had two options; one – Dominos and the other was PHD. And on popular demand, we opted for Dominos. We enquired about the price for a bulk order, for which they agreed to give a decent discount, and when we were about to finalize the deal, Raghav shouted in his grave voice.

“Sir, we would get a better offer if we book online. Moreover, I know a site where we can get coupons for a good deal. The site name is CupoNation - http://www.cuponation.in/


CupoNation?” He showed us the site. It looked fantastic right from the logo to the wide variety of offers they give on various stores. I was impressed!


He also suggested us to order in small chunks to get a better deal and as decided ten of us ordered separately, got it delivered at the same time, and enjoyed the party. While we tasted pizza’s Karthik tasted Navya followed by a tight hug and they are a perfect couple. At last, we all had a good party. Thanks to CupoNation, Dominos and to Navya and Karthik.


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"Why am I feeling so cold? Why is it too dark here? And why my whole body is numb? Shit... I am unclothed. Oh, God. What happened to my clothes? This is horrible Riti... Riti... don't play with me… Riti... Riti... Riti… Riti… Ritiiiii... Rit…Rit", my voice trembled, hands shivered as it was grave silence inside the house whereas a storm cleaning the city outside.


"Let me switch on the lights" I switched on the lights. "Shit there is no current… Riti... Riti... Riti… Riti… Ritiiiii... Rit…Rit, don't play with me please…" I turned back to search her in our living room and found her lying there… Riti... Riti... Riti… Riti… Ritiiiii... Rit… Rit I shouted but she didn't respond… "Lighter" I thought but shit I had quit smoking and I don't carry a lighter these days. I searched for a matchbox, lighted the candle in no time and found her lying…


"Riti... Riti...." I went down quickly and grabbed her in my hands... she was cold. CPR also did not help... "Riti Riti... Riti... Riti… Riti… Ritiiiii... Rit…Rit Riti…" I cried out loud in pain... Unbearable pain it is. God… had cheated me… God… "Police, I should file a FIR". I heard someone knocking the door, and the knocking sound increased in no time. They broke the main door open and came running towards me shouting, "freeze-freeze".


They pushed me down and handcuffed me. "Police, go down". One of the police officers shouted at me,"Why did you murder her".


"No, I didn't kill her" I screamed... but no one was ready to hear my screams. Instead one of them knocked me down. I fell down unconscious. The beautiful moments with Riti captivated my senses and faded.


***

Slowly I was gaining conscious... I could barely see anything but I kept murmuring her name.


"Stop your non-sense. Otherwise, I will rip your ass off." The police officer who knocked me down warned me. In fact, he was threatening me.


"This is ACP Arun. I am taking charge of this murder from now on. Are you feeling, okay?" He was the first office to speak in a polite tone.


"I did not kill my angel. I can never harm her." I said meeting his eyes.


"Can I have the autopsy and forensics report?" Arun asked. One of the PC passed on the report to him. He read the report. And re-read the report again. "What the F... She died of heart-attack? And she was raped before having heart-attack. Or did you have make love... I mean you had sex with her?"


"Sir..." One of the PC called Arun separately and murmured in his ears. He was not happy clearly. After a few minutes of discussion, they decided to let me free and closing the case considering it to be a natural death. The mention of the call by an anonymous person was removed, though Bala tried to press it a bit. In the court the judge passed on the verdict declaring me innocent. The case was closed.


"Shall we go out for a shopping? I am sure it will help you feel better. Or at least for your company so that you do not feel lonely." Neha texted me.


"Nah... I'm not interested." I responded quickly. I was seeing the photograph clicked by us a month ago.


How beautiful my home was on that day, the rain drops on lens helped to create a mystic environment and how wonderfully it was clicked by Riti. This is where our love started; this is where we dream of our life, this is where she breathed her last, this is where she still lives in my heart. I still remember Riti complaining about someone else presence in our home but I took it easy. We planned to spend the whole night in our home itself.



"Why don't we have some juice?" Riti asked.


"We should..." She went inside the kitchen to prepare juice for us.


"Can you come here for a minute?" I said without giving her time to prepare the juice. She came out scolding, "You won't let me prepare the juice?"


I ignored her. As usual. I showed the photograph we clicked on the other day.


All of a sudden we heard some weird noise in the kitchen. Riti became nervous and I convinced her saying it must be a cat. I went in and confirmed that I don't see a ghost. I brought the juices she prepared for us. Sip by Sip, we consumed, started to blabber something, and became unconscious.


***

"What happened to us on that day? Why we became unconscious? Who else was there in our house?" I repeatedly questioned myself.


"Is this the same person who tortured Riti during her college days. By the way who informed police about Riti's death?" These questions puzzled me


I heard a familiar voice. Riti... Riti... I yearned.


"It's Neha." She said while entering the room.


She felt bad on what happened to Riti. She even tried consoling me, but I ignored her. I was reflecting on what could have happened on the other day.


"Dear, please cheer up". Neha said... "I understand that you miss her a lot. I understand your loss. I know how bad it is to be in that position."


"It's good to move on." She said. She left the place disappointed.


I felt bad for upsetting Neha. I wouldn't have met Ritika without Neha. She was our common friend. I felt bad about myself. I closed my eyes to cherish the sweet memories we had at work.


***

"Sid... stop. Please do not pour water on me." Neha screamed but I didn't care instead I poured water on her. Luckily she moved and the behind her became the victim. "Sorry... Sorry... Sorry" Actually, I said sorry some hundred times to her. She simply said okay, wiped the water with the handkerchief and continued her work. Trust me she was the epitome of beauty. Her month-old-baby eyes could never be forgotten.


"She is a new joinee. Ritika." Neha whispered. We both resumed our work. "She is a pretty girl."


***



Friends Forever


"Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit but life without friendship is like a tree without root, it can't survive." With this quote, I love to share the fun moments that rooted the lifelong friendship between us.

I with Rahul and Adithi were compiling a photo book to gift for Rachana’s Marriage. In that process we recollected all those sweet moments that happened in our life. Usually, I pen down my thoughts and they criticize it, but this time it is our combined effort. As usual, I love to take narration part as it is the soul for a write up, Adithi will short list the photos as well as assist me in the write up and Rahul will review it.

Adithi: Hey idiots! We will start with this pic... It looks very cute and innocent.

Me: Are we innocent and cute?

Adithi: Undoubtedly...

Me: Hmmm.... Let me do the honours....

I love to introduce the Fabulous Four Idiots in the order you see them in the picture. The one who wears a blue T-Shirt with black trousers with orange patches is none other than our critic King, Rahul.

Adithi: In short, he is the shortest guy of our gang...

Rahul: Youuuuuuuu Idiot............... I will kill you.....

The one who stands next to Rahul is Rachana, the active girl of our gang and it is always fun, fun and fun whenever she chitchats. The idiotic girl with a cute hairstyle and longs legs is our special girl Adithi, my best friend...

Adithi: The sweetest guy of our gang is Ashik, our gang leader and he is always next to me... BOSS!


Image Source: Meeting new friends hosted at Thursday Tales.

And that was the first picture we took after forming our gang, a lovely one that everyone has in his or her wallet. We were made to be friends forever and this was the seed of our friendship, which doesn’t look for money or any valuables but the precious hearts that cherish our friendship every second...

Rahul: Ok ok... Mr. Sentimental Idiot... Let us search some snaps...


Adithi: Hey idiots, how can we miss our apartment?

Me: Hey, let me tell about our mischievous acts that we did in our apartments.

This was the most unforgettable place in our lifetime as it helped bonding our friendship. The most favourite game as well as the most mischievous game is “Ring the Bell”, the one who rings the most number of door alarms was the winner and that would be me, myself.

Although the punishment was severe, we never stopped it, as we are the Fabulous Four Idiots.

This building had seen our smiles, cries, laugh, marks and last but not the least our Friendship that we would cherish for our lifetime.


Rahul: Guys, my favourite place...

Adithi: Our school picture right where you
found your destiny, your girl here.

The shortest guy of our gang found the cutest girl right here in the first floor, his destiny. Everyone had a moment in this school; I broke a tube light during my 12th Standard for which I have to beg literally to avoid the parents meeting, Rachana the outstanding girl and Adithi for the mischievous acts with me. One of the memorable one was the teachers’ day fun that we had in our class, she was wearing a purple colour saree, looked very cute but on that day, a cockroach played its hand and abused her, He... He... He... Adithi, Sorry for revealing the secret.

Adithi: Hey idiot, please don’t pen down it, please...

Rahul: Cool idiot... Take it easy...

Adithi: Hmmm... Please don’t...

There were many to list but few to put here, as we don’t disclose everything in this post but as different post in Few Miles, we completed our schooling in 2004 and came out with flying colours. I, Adithi pursued B.Tech IT course, Rahul B.E ECE in a well-repudiated college and Rachana joined Fashion Technology in Delhi as she dreamt right from her childhood.


Actually, we missed that idiot a lot in our college days, lecturer hours, stupid labs, worst PT session during our initial days, so we decided to meet on three days for sure. 1. Friendship Day, 2. Independence Day and 3. Republic Day. Friendship Day, the day that we cherish the most, this meant for our Fabulous Four Idiots. As you know, every Indian is proud of Independence and Republic day so we decide to meet even on those days too.

Our college days were fun filled after our second semester as we learnt how to enjoy in engineering colleges. Every day added a leaf to our fun tree and there were some unforgettable moment that happened during Industrial Visits. However, personally I cherish the five days of Inplant Training, the days that were considered as golden leaf in my diary. Four years went as seconds and in no time, we were declared as professionals. Between Rachana completed her course in three years, joined Indian Fashion Technology and she found her better half too.

Adithi: Hey dumbo, search for that lighting festival photos...

Me: I found it sweety...

Adithi: I would like to tell about this special event, the special moment, which I cherish a lot. I, Rachana, Rahul and Ashik painted all the diyas with different shades of colours. We lighted all the diyas, decorated the house and enjoyed the Festival of Lights. As the saying goes, “The diwali illuminations with lighted diyas brings the supernatural brightness and joy with the hope of finding light in darkness, and spreading love amidst hatred.” We enjoyed each and every second passed and accumulated those memories for us to cherish. On that day night, Ashik cramped a lot due to the heavy work, Sweet Idiot, the sweetest guy of our gang.

Days passed as seconds and we were recruited by top software concerns of India. Everyone schedule became tight as we couldn’t even send a Good Morning or Good Day Greetings. However, whenever anyone of us feels down we log in to a conference call and cherish our sweet moments.

2010 is a different year as we met five times in seven months for various occasions, I tied the knot with Ritika, Adithi with Rakesh, and Rachana is the next in the queue, Rahul still fighting with his dream so it will take a year or so for him to tie a knot with Sruthi.


We compiled the photo book with 101 memorable photos and I penned down those sweet memories with all our discussions. As today is Friendship day, we all are meeting by 10 in the morning, definitely, it will be an awesome day for us and I wish the same for all the friends in the world. Although we live in different parts of India and pursuing different professions, we are united with by an f-word, “FRIENDS

I dedicate this post to our “Fabulous Four Idiots” as “FRIENDS FOREVER!”.

This post is a part of "Friends Forever" contest organized by blogadda.com in association with Pringoo!

This post is also published as a part of:

1. Carry On Tuesday - Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
2. Three Word Wednesday - abuse, cramp, hatred
3. Thursday TalesFriends Picture Credits
4. Theme Thursday - Light

PS: The character names are real. Other than the first image, rest of the images are clicked by Bala and me and are copyright protected.



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