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Theme for Sept 9, 2016 'WOW' : ‘Flowers At The Door’
I ran as fast as I could. My legs were fast giving up on me. I‘ve been running for hours now. Exhausted limbs, my breath heavy and panting, with a body that reeked of and dripped sweat my top nearly plastered to it, I could not afford to stop, not now. Not at any cost! Too much was at stake, my life, and perhaps that of my near ones too, if I gave up. Infact, truth be told, we were all in grave danger, and it all depended upon me, to save us all. But I had to save myself first, and fast. Only then, the rest could be saved. The 'thing' was approaching fast. It was hot on my heels. I could almost feel its presence on my skin. The dread it emanated, seeping into my bones. If I didn’t manage to escape, I was done for! It’d be all over. Goodbye world, and sink into this dark bottomless black-pit that was following me, for eternity. I wanted to curse myself. If only, I hadn’t touched those flowers at the door. Why, oh why! My curiosity often landed me into trouble, but I seemed to never learn. It was too late to regret it now. For I had simply gone ahead and touched them those flowers, which weren’t even meant for me ( or were they, I'd never know ). But I had touched, so, now suffer, I cursed again, and tried to run faster.
The flowers, whole bunch of them, looked so pretty at first glance, almost inviting. They were lying just in front of the lift that was right next to my door. Somebody had left them there, as I found out that morning when I opened my door to grab the morning paper. I looked at them and smiled, their fragrance greeting me so cheerfully. Who were they for, I had wondered. Since, I was the only occupant on that floor, my neighbours being off on their vacation for the last couple of weeks, I needed to physically check who they were meant for. But too late, till I found the strange note stuck inside – 'DON’T TOUCH, OR YOU’LL REPENT', it read. But touch, I had already done. The very next instant in blink of an eye, I found myself standing in this deserted lane. I looked around. It was a cobbled pathway, quite spooky, with weeds and moss almost hiding it from view. I, nonetheless, moved ahead, wondering how on earth I landed here. There were ruins all around, of old structures that gave out an eerie sight. I held my breath as I walked ahead. Surely, there had to be an explanation to all these, I tried to think rationally. It wasn't a dream, was it? I pinched myself. No, it wasn't, I winced. As I walked more, I could suddenly feel the weird notion of someone following me. Not one, not two, but an entire army of them. Voices, murmurs, growls, footsteps, breathes and the stench of it all....
Alarmed, I looked behind. To my surprise, the path, I had just walked, was no longer visible. Instead, a black mass seemed to have risen from the ground and was hovering in its place. 'You touched,' it growled, 'now run'. Terror-struck, I looked horrified as the black-mass grew larger and larger, till it nearly touched the skies above. As it stretched its dark arms towards me, I realised the danger I was in. And I bolted. I ran and ran, as the lane never seemed to end. There were howls of evil laughter coming from the ruins too. They were all following me, as this black-mass of darkness came nearer and nearer. And then, I could hear it again.
HEEEAAAAhEEEAAA….. My ear-drums, as though captivated by its evil menacing grip, I could hear its loud, hoarse laughter getting louder and louder, engulfing me and deafening the others. The cacophony of it all terrorised me. When I finally felt its burning-hot arms gripping my tiny ones, I knew, it had won. I'd finally sink into the never-ending darkness. I may never see my loved ones again. Ah..and oh, the flowers, I remembered. They were still by the door. If anyone came by, and touched them, they'd meet the same fate, I dreaded. I had to stop that from happening. I couldn't just give up. Everyone's life depended on me. I had to save myself, somehow....anyhow. I was tired and the black-mass was already upon me; it'll soon choke me to death and take me with it, I feared. No, I could not let that happen. I screamed and screamed, NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I used all my energy to break-free from its grip, NOOOOOOOO....I screamed again weakly...wildly. NOOOOOOO!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!
I opened my eyes, hearing my own loud blood-curdling yells. I was sweating profusely; but as I sat up and looked around, I found I was in my bed. Oh...it was all a dream, after all, I realised!
The sun was shining brightly through the window, and birds chirping merrily outside. I gave out a laugh. It was indeed a dream. Oh...what a dream or nightmare, it was. Such a relief, to come out of it. Shaking my head, I got up from bed. It was Monday morning and my boss would have a fit if I turned up late for work. I put the kettle on in the kitchen stove and went to grab the morning paper. Humming to myself, I opened the front door. What I saw next froze me to my spot. A bunch of flowers stood right in front of the lift, next to my door. My neighbours were away, so, who could they be for? I stared at the flowers at the door, and walked towards them. Curious, I slowly stretched my hand out to touch, and then...
( what happens next? ;-)
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Theme for Aug 19, 2016 'WOW' : The WOW prompt for this week is – “The Photo That Captured Me”.
I know not, our relation,
Different species we are, yet,
together, we so belong.
You stroll ahead, taking gallant steps,
I hop and fly, just to keep abreast...
Cannot lose the sight of you,
even for one second,
Important as you are,
in my tiny life.
I'm not a great photographer, but I do love capturing moments. My phone-camera is a modest one too, not those fancy DSLRs, for I believe, if you have passion, you don't need fancy gadgets. This is one picture I clicked recently. It was July, raining; and in midst of heavy showers, I wandered off to quench my curiosity to understand why these birds - cattle egret, as they are known, always hang around cows and buffaloes. Its quite a sight, and I soon understood their 'special' relationship after observing them for a while.
So it happens, while the cattle grazes on the grassy fields and meadows, the egrets just stands guard and picks on flies and insects that disturb the cattle. So, they too have their meal while keeping the cattle comfortable. How sweet is that? And what more, after all the mad hopping around - the cattle too finally, offers it a pleasant ride back home, on its back. Royal, hah? What do you think? Has it captured you too, like it did me?
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Theme for Jan 24, 2015 'WOW' : ‘The Day He Lied To Me’ 'Write down your memories, stories, wishes and anything else you can think of about the theme ‘The Day He Lied To Me‘ ’
I want to remember the day
when we first met,
The day, my heart skipped a beat,
when our eyes clashed.
Shy and excited, life looked
all so rosy ahead,
I wanted to experience all the bliss
that it promised and held.
I want to remember, all our cozy times,
so much in love together,
The days and nights, we spent,
loving just one another.
Lost in our little heaven, nothing else
gave me such pleasure,
That of his breath, touch and kiss
on my body and all over.
I want to remember
all those happy days,
savour each moment because
they've been precious.
But there's a day,
I simply, don't want to remember,
The day he lied to me,
making my world shatter.
Broken promises and grief,
though, has made me strong,
His lies too in a way, has,
helped me move on.
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Theme for Jan 09, 2015 'WOW' : ‘A Foe Turned Friend’ 'Write down your memories, stories, wishes and anything else you can think of about the theme ‘A Foe Turned Friend‘ ’
Nazma continued working on the flames with the coals. She kept poking at them, with a long bamboo stick and tried pouring some ghee too. Ghee always worked like magic in igniting and giving a good flame, but today, the damp coals just wouldn't burn. She tried coaxing them with twigs and pieces of paper too, but the stubborn coals weren't impressed. As though on a moody-reverie of its own, the flame was too weak and she had a whole meal to cook, before they returned. Well, the thought of it made her more angry. Infact, much unlike those stupid coals that simply wouldn't burn, since past few weeks she had been fuming from within. Well, which woman wouldn't be, if their shohar ( husband ) gives the news that he'll bring a new begum ( wife ) in the house soon. Nazma was heartbroken with the news. But protest she couldn't. Their religion accepted not one, but up to four nikaahs ( marriage ) for a man. The society too didn't have anything against it. Infact, the last few weeks, celebrations were in full swing for the upcoming nikaah ceremony. And from a corner of the house, Nazma watched everything in silence, bottling up her pain and her tears. Well, she could do nothing about it. She better accept what her fate had in store, especially, when her two sons were growing up too. Financially dependent as they all were, on the man of the house.
The January chills did nothing for the damp coals, and frustratedly Nazma put a big utensil over the bricks-chulha ( clay-stove ), that had the marinated Dum-Biriyani preparation inside. The food would be for the entire family, so she better hurry, she thought. What an irony her life had become. Her shohar was bringing home a new begum, and here, she was preparing food to welcome them. She thought about the new woman with whom she'd have to share her husband. A feeling of disgust instantly came upon her. Hatred, jealousy had creeped into her heart and though she was a pleasant woman, she could feel nothing good for the new woman. She was her foe, Nazma thought angrily and started poking at the coals again. Allah help her go through all this, she prayed.
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Nazma woke the next morning to a terrible headache. Whole night, she lay helplessly in her bed - twisting and turning restless at what was going on in the master bedroom. It was her room till just a few days back, but since the nikaah earlier that day, this room would be occupied by her souten ( husband's 2nd wife ). So, she had to shift to the other much smaller room, near the courtyard. Everyone had relished the delicious biriyani she had cooked, slogging at the stove whole morning, and it was then she had got the first glimpse of Zeba ( her souten ). The girl was young and very pretty too, Nazma had thought; jealousy seeping into her soul, as she rushed to the mirror to see her own graying hair and aging skin. She had lost her shohar, while still being married - her heart gnawed painfully. And night was a torture, knowing her husband was celebrating his suhag-raat with his new wife in the other room. Oh! How much she hated that other woman. As the birds began chirping, thousand hammers banged at her head, making it throb painfully. Nazma tried to ease it with her fingers, but to no avail. She tried getting up from bed, but felt weak and fatigued with all that stress and frustrations. A knock then distracted her.
Thinking it must be one of her boys, she said, "Come in." She had to prepare food for them. Ah! But if only she could get rid of this piercing pain somehow, she thought helplessly. To her surprise, as the door opened not her son, but Zeba entered instead, holding a cup in her hand. Seeing her, hatred began filling every core of Nazma's body. Why had this darned woman dared to come into her room. Well, she had already taken her husband and the main bedroom; did she now want to drive her away from this room as well? Hundreds of disturbing thoughts started buzzing Nazma's mind, multiplying the pain she was already in, by several folds. As though hearing her thoughts, Zeba spoke softly, "I've brought Adrak-Chai ( ginger-tea ) for you. Have it, you'll feel good. I can massage your head too, if you want." She sat on the edge of the bed, holding out the cup for Nazma to accept. "Please have it," she said again.
Hmph! Being the sole reason for her headache, now she wants to serve tea and massage her head too! Nazma thought irritatedly and tried refusing both, by shaking her head with a snort. She didn't want to see this woman anywhere near her. She tried getting up, but didn't have the energy and fell back again, in the bed, with a groan. "You aren't well," Zeba spoke again, "I know, I must be the reason for it some way, as no woman can tolerate her husband marrying another woman, but its not my fault. My father owed your husband a large sum of money, but couldn't repay it; and when your husband suggested this alliance, we had very little choice. We are a poor family."
As the girl spoke with such sincerity, Nazma's anger subsided on its own. She was never a bad tempered person anyways. "Please don't think of me as an enemy." Zeba continued, with her doe-eyed innocence, "You are like my elder sister, and I'll always care for your happiness first." Nazma didn't know what to say to her. Seeing her hesitant, Zeba got up, placed the tea-cup on the bed-table and went behind Nazma's bed. She slowly began stroking Nazma's forehead with her fingers lightly and said, "Just have the tea and relax, you'll feel better in an instant. I used to give massages to my Abba ( father ) and Amma ( mother ) too. And now that I have you as an elder sister, taking care of you becomes my duty too." As her fingers gently pressed her stressed nerves, Nazma slowly relaxed in her bed. She needed this comfort, it felt good. She didn't hate this young woman anymore. Afterall, how could she? She was so soft-spoken, gentle and brought her the morning tea and was giving her a lovely head-massage too - and that was already relaxing her nerves! With a long life that lay ahead, Nazma became certain of one thing - this girl could not be her enemy. The events that happened, wasn't her fault. Nazma stretched her hands and closed them over Zeba's; a foe turned friend that morning! Re-assured, with a smile, she then took the cup to her lips.
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Theme for Jan 02, 2015 'WOW' : ‘January, Jeans and Journey’ 'This week you have to write on ‘January, Jeans and Journey’
2015! She stared at the new calender, she just hung on the wall. January, she looked at the month. It was the 2nd day of Jan, and night was approaching. Time had eaten away two days of the month, already! Oh! how fast it flies, she thought. It was just a few months ago, that she was struggling to get away from the ordeal she was in, hoping and wishing so fervently, that the year 2014 was completely erased from her mind or atleast it passed, taking away with it, all the pain it had inflicted on her. It was the worse year of her life. She didn't want to remember a shred of it. And now, the whole year was no more. As simple as that. She couldn't believe it, yet, it was true. And how subtly it all happened too. Two days back, it was replaced by 2015. The whole neighbourhood burst crackers, welcoming and enjoying the new year with full celebrations. She sat quietly in her flat, puffing one ciggy after another. She had nothing really to enjoy or look forward to. But the year had passed, and that was a huge relief for her.
She didn't want to remember, how during the same time, previous year ~ she was in his arms. They had just made love and she rolled over in the bed to its edges, to fetch her ciggy. "Comon baby, I'm not done yet," he drawled sexily, still half wrapped and his manhood throbbing under the blanket. He slowly touched her elbow and tugged her towards him, "I want you all over again sexy, like right now," he whispered huskily, his warm musky breath tingling at her senses.
"We have to talk before that," she said, trying to resist the temptation. She had tried to bring this topic up before him many times, but somehow they only ended up making love, and the topic was always abandoned in the heat of the moment. But that morning, she was determined to talk things out. It couldn't go on like that. She wanted a life-long commitment from him, and not just be his play-mate, as he seemed to consider her. "You had once said, you'd apply for divorce; what's the progress in that?" She just had to ask it.
Suddenly, he withdrew from her. She could almost feel the coldness around her; it was growing thicker with his silence, every passing minute. Why wouldn't he just answer? What was taking him so long? What was he contemplating upon? It was becoming very uneasy for her - this numbing silence. She couldn't wait forever for his reply. She just had to know where she stood in his life. "Well..?" She prompted, ready to face whatever his answer was. Any answer! It was the time for him to prove to her, that he loved her.
"Well...if you want to know," he began atlast, his voice grim, "that'll never happen. I'll never divorce her. If you want me as things stand, I'm here, else .....," he stopped, giving her a slanting look.
"Else, better end it for good!" She completed it for him. Yes, she realized it was the best thing to do. He never really loved her, she got the proof now. He had only used her. Well, she won't be used anymore, she decided. It was a painful thought, but, it just had to end. Without love, there was no point in going on.
"If that's what you want," he said simply, as he got up; pulled on his Jeans, flung his shirt over his shoulders and walked out of the door and her life --- never to be seen again. It was so simple for him to walk away, just like that. But she suffered through the entire year. Tears had dried up and she had no more of them left.
She looked at the calender again. Yes, it was 2015 for real, and the whole year had passed. It was finally time to forget it all; move on, to a new journey of life - a journey less painful. She stubbed the end of her ciggy in the ash-tray. Maybe, there was something to look forward to after all, a new beginning...
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Theme for Nov 14, 2014 'WOW' : ‘Just 3 words!' 'Your post should contain the three words, Parle G biscuits, Doordarshan, Nataraj dark pencils.’
Munni tried to hide behind her mother, clutching the pallu of her saree tight, she didn't want to go to her new school. New to the place, where her family had shifted recently, Munni was admitted to a school nearby. At the very sight of her new school, Munni cringed. It was so unlike her previous one - which was situated right in the middle of the city. She had made lots of friends too, but sadly had to leave them all. She missed them so much, especially Pinky, her best friend.
The new school was in a secluded area, surrounded by tall trees. The lane, that went off the main road, which led to the school was a long one with leafy vegetations all around, that filtered out the sun-light, making the lane seemingly more dark than it otherwise was.
On her admission day, Munni hated the sight of the headmistress too, who looked at her strictly with round menacing eyes or so she thought. Maybe she disliked the new change in her life, that's why hated everything. In the school, she had seen no students either, that further added to her discomfort.
"You'll see them once class starts Munni," her mother assured her. "You'll be fine."
"But I don't wanna go mummy. I don't like the new school and its headmistress at all." Munni protested clutching her mother's pallu even more tightly. As per rules, her mother was to leave her at the main-gate, and she had to walk the long lane all by herself to the main school premises. "That lane is dark and scary mummy." She pointed at the lane in front of them. It indeed looked eerie.
"Don't worry my baby. Its a protected compound, nothing will happen. I'll be outside the gates only, till you reach your class. I've packed your lunch with your favourite biscuits too. It takes time to adjust in a new place, but I'm sure you'll love your new school, sweetheart."
With great reluctance, Munni left her mother's side and walked inside the school-gate. As soon as she entered, the old lanky chowkidaar with half-closed eyes shut the huge iron-gate. Munni dreaded at the prospect of walking the lane all by herself. With little tentative steps she moved ahead. When she reached the middle of the lane, she heard a familiar voice, "Hey Munni!"
"Pinky!!!! What on earth are you doing here?" She couldn't believe her eyes, when she turned and saw her best friend standing under one of the tall trees. "Did you take admission here too? You never told me about it." Questions were pouring out of her.
"Sort of," Pinky said, not disclosing much as she came closer. "But I'm so happy to see you again. Its been so tough, I missed you so much." She had a pale, sad look on her face. "But I'm glad you're here. Atleast, I won't feel so lonely anymore, as I was doing all this while."
"Am I glad too, Pinky!" Just seeing her best friend, lifted her spirits again.
"Come lets sit over there a while, till the school bell rings," Pinky took Munni's warm hand in hers and guided to an elevated rock on one side of the lane, behind the tree she was standing.
"Your hands feel cold dear, have you been unwell?" Munni asked, as both of them sat down. It felt good to be back with her friend, just like old times.
"Neah...nothing like that." Pinky then changed the subject and said playfully, "I bet even in your new school, you'll still be having your Parle G biscuits in your tiffin box, right?" Munni nodded. "And also your favourite Nataraj dark pencils in your pencil-box, right?" Munni nodded again. "See I knew it. Sigh, I'll miss them." Pinky said, again a sad look clouded her face.
"Why? Are you going somewhere, Pinky? You can always have them if you want you know." Munni didn't like to see her friend unhappy. They often used to share their tiffin and pencils with one another.
Pinky shook her head "Just that....Its not of much use to me anymore....." her voice that had become low and incoherable got cut off as the school bell rang. RINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!
"The classes will start, you have to go now Munni. We'll meet later." Pinky said.
"But aren't you coming along too? I thought you took admission here too." Munni asked, confused.
"Yes, I will. But later. You go now." Pinky persisted, urging her to go.
Munni got up and walked a few steps towards the school building. When she stopped in her tracks and looked back, there was no sign of Pinky. Weird, she thought. Pinky must've been in a hurry to go somewhere, she thought. Hoping to meet her again, Munni walked towards her classroom. There were a few odd students in the class, who didn't even seem to notice her. Glad, that she was left on her own, Munni thought about Pinky and her meeting earlier. How she wished, the classes would end and she'd meet her again. She was just happy that her friend was around. Rest of the day passed by and nothing much happened. Her school was average, not like her previous one but was not bad either. Atleast, after meeting Pinky it became a somewhat likeable place.
~~~0~~~"So how was school, my dear?" Her mother asked, when the school gates opened and Munni rushed into her arms.
"It was not bad, but Pinky made it better, mummy." Munni still thought about her earlier encounter with Pinky. She hadn't seen her again, but was hopeful she would soon.
"Pinky? You mean Pinky Sharma? Your best friend from previous school?" Her mother asked, a shocked look in her face.
"Yes, mamma. Can you believe it? I met her right here, in the morning; after you were gone. We talked a while. She even asked me about my favourite Parle G biscuits and Nataraj dark pencils that I always carry.
"Hush baby," Her mother hugged her tight in her arms. "Its not possible. Pinky met with an accident early this morning. It was also in the Doordarshan news, as the crash involved a politician's car. Pinky is no more my child.
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Theme for Oct 17, 2014 'WOW' : ‘The Winter is coming…’. Start your blog with the line “The winter is coming..” What happens? Write.
“The Winter is coming…,”Martin replied to John’s query, when the latter saw him hunched in his knees, collecting fallen-Autumn twigs from the ground, and asked what he was doing.
“Martha will need it;” can’t fail her this time, he thought to himself, as he continued to carry arm-loads of them, filling his truck to its brim.
Every autumn, since last decade, it had become his routine; piling up his front-yard with tree branches and twigs. He loved his darling wife, and couldn’t afford to see her freeze to death.
John shook his head sadly; Martin’s wife had died a decade back due to the cold.
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Theme for Aug 29, 2014 'WOW' : ‘Hello…! 'Start a blogpost with “Hello ______, my old friend.” and then let it just flow.’
“Hello Nithya, my old friend. Whatsup!” Nithya heard that voice again. She dreaded it; hated it. It made her sick to the core. She tried to shut her ears by stuffing cotton balls into them, by holding both her hands over them; but to no avail. The voice still continued loud, as though it was embedded inside her head in a loop-mode. It kept playing like an old record. Mocking and making fun of her. "You know you can't get rid of me, so why even try my dear? Hehehehe...poor Nithya, stuck with me for life! We're a couple sweetheart, accept it." It spoke again, making fun of her helplessness yet again. It always kept speaking to her, urging her to stay alone with it rather than talk or socialize with others.
"You know, I love you very much, Nithya. I'm very possessive about you. I always want to be with you. Why do you try to ignore me? You'll be far more happier with me than with this ruthless world, you know. Believe me, I'm someone who will never leave you. You are mine forever. But, if you dare to leave me, you know what I'll do to you...hahahaha. I'll kill you and chop you into pieces." The last sentence had the all too familiar cold, ruthless and menacing tone to it, that sent a chill down her spine.
"Get lost, get lost...I'll get rid of you, just you wait!" Nithya screamed out angrily, tears in her eyes.
"How Nithya, how?" The voice asked, in her head again, "You know, nobody believes your silly stories. At the most, they'll think you've gone mad and send you to a mental asylum. Do you want that, Nithya? Do you really wanna wear that lunatic's uniform and stroll about with other mad-people in a mental-hospital; and those psycho-doctors giving you electric shocks!? Why not live happily together with me instead? I'm someone who will never leave you. You are mine forever. But, if you dare to leave me, you know what I'll do to you...hahaha. I'll kill you and chop you into pieces, hahahaha."
"Aaarrgghhh...stop it! STOP IT! I hate you. I hate you. Leave me alone, for god's sake!" Sweating profusely with this daily struggle, Nithya felt weak and lonely. She sat tired in her bed, closing her eyes. The voice was right, nobody believed her. They thought she was a schizophernic. Nobody trusted her, that the voice she kept hearing was real, not even her parents. It had her in its grip 24x7. It was driving her crazy, day by day. And the indifference of others towards her plight, made her heartbroken shattered ~ she was dying a hundred deaths everyday.
After a few minutes of silence, Nithya slowly opened her eyes wearily. Was it finally gone? She wondered....hoping against hope; and then...
“Hello Nithya, my old friend. Whatsup! Missing me already my baby?” Nithya heard it again, chuckling away.
Her eyes fell on the dupatta that was lying on the back of her study-chair. An idea crept in her mind. Suddenly, she knew how to get rid of the voice forever. Making up her mind, she moved towards the duppatta. And as though the voice knew of her intentions, it spoke up ~ "No, Nithya, Don't do it. We'll be separated forever if you do it, don't do it. I love you too much, Nithya..." It pleaded again and again. Nithya only gave a hysterical laugh before.....
The next day, a young girl's body was found hanging from the ceiling fan of her room, with a duppatta tied around her neck tight ~ that squeezed the life out of her. Fed up and totally helpless, Nithya had ended the unbearable entanglement she was in, and chose to embrace death to be free of it, much to the astonishment of the otherwise heartless people around her, who never understood or cared for the turmoil she was in. The voice meanwhile hunted another victim to prey upon.
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Theme for Aug 22, 2014 'WOW' : ‘…….and I missed my train.' Include this line in your post: ‘…….and I missed my train.’
I sat fidgety in a corner of the bed-room. My bags were packed well nearly; there were still few more hours left. My train would be leaving in late-noon. I looked at the man sprawled in the bed. He was still sleeping. Well, this was not unusual for the weekends the only times I got to spend with him. At times he'd wake past noon, lazily, looking for lunch instead of hugging me first. I don't blame him. Our relation was dragging on like this, for the past few months now. As though we were two emotion-less robots. We've been in a relation since last three years.
I was based in Bombay, he in Poona; same office different branch - ( that's how we met by the way, at some office function ). On weekends, either of us would visit the other mostly by me. We'd fuck, eat, sleep and then it'd be time to go back again for the long working-week ahead. I wondered if there was any love left between us. There was hardly any eagerness to meet each other again atleast on my part ( not sure about his side of the story ). Of late, I've been dreading the weekends. Its like...oh no, not again. Let it get by quick. There was no romance or spice left in our relationship. Even during our fucks, I'd simply lie motionless devoid of any feelings, while he entered me and started romping. And now its something I simply do not look forward to. I wanted to put a complete end to these weekend trips, and maybe an end to this monotonous relationship forever as well.
Yes, I was contemplating a break-up. Just because of the unnecessary 'burden' our relationship had become. Sometimes it is better to put an end to a relationship that's going nowhere, I think. He is an ambitious great man, no doubt. I didn't hate him or anything like that. Nor, was I attracted to anyone else. It's just that, I was bored with him of our life together. Maybe, he was as bored like me, but didn't say so, and wanted me to be the one to take that step. And maybe, once separated we could grow more, than remain stagnant as we currently were. It'd be better for both of us. I'd have to tell him that once he wakes. From next weekend onwards, we have to go our separate ways. We'll put an end to this useless relation forever.
I looked at the wall clock. It was almost 12 noon. He'd wake any moment and look for food, first thing. With a bored sigh, I stood up to drag myself to the kitchen; in no mood to cook anything for him. Why should I, after all I was thinking about a permanent break-up. Well, maybe it had become a habit for me, because I found myself walking to the kitchen anyways. I'll make Maggi for him, I thought, as it'd take just a few minutes. I just didn't want to waste anymore time here. I hoped my train-time arrived soon. Three more hours, the wall-clock said. Phew, I'll have to bear it till then.
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I had put the boiled Maggi into the spicy vegetables, frying in the Wok, when I heard a shuffle from behind. Two hands slowly came around my waist, and a warm musky-breath blew near my neck. I stared motionless at the cooking Maggi, as I felt him hugging me tight from behind, murmuring huskily, "Hmmm....you feel so nice, and smell uuummm. Stay back jaan. I don't want you to go back."
I hardly heard such romantic words from him, so, it was bit surprising for me. I started to speak...but was stopped mid-way. "Husshhh...baby! I understand....I understand what's going wrong between us." He crooned in my neck, as he turned me towards him. I looked up at him, not quite sure what he meant. "See this," he said, flashing two flight tickets from inside his pocket, a smile playing on his lips.
"What's it?" I asked, confused.
"Hmmm...I've been planning this for quite long my baby. These are tickets to Switzerland for you and me. I intend to take you there on our honeymoon, as soon as you agree to marry me ~ like today, now!"
I just stood speechless, not sure what to say.
"My baby," he continued, his finger caressing, as it traced sides of my face; "I know, I've not been very expressive about our relationship. I've been ignorant, silent. But the truth is, I love you madly. I'm tired of these brief weekend thingy. I want you permanently, by my side as my wife. I want you to marry me, have kids, make a home. Grow old together. I simply cannot live my life without you. I'll be shattered if you ever leave me."
His eyes wore a pained look, pleading me to understand his feelings. I suddenly felt guilty at my earlier thoughts. The way he looked at me, those love-filled deep eyes imploring mine, had me melting instantly. Switzerland honeymoon! He had taken the first step to bring the 'spice' back into our relationship. Only, a person who truly loved would make that effort. How could I even think of leaving such a wonderful man. I understood love now. I regretted my earlier morose self. I was being selfish, impulsive to end something so beautiful. I didn't want to lose him either. Certainly not, after I've seen this romantic side of him today. The love was not sparse as I thought, it was always there. Only it needed a little nudge, a gentle push again; a romantic gesture like this. I couldn't resist myself anymore.
"Oh...yes...," I found my lips blurting out, "Oh yessss!"
He looked at me puzzled for a while eye-brows raised; and then asked, "Oh yes, you are leaving me or Oh yes, you'll marry me honey?"
I went red, embarrassed to the core. Did he sense my earlier thoughts? I wanted to shoo away such thoughts. Nevertheless, I went crushing into his arms, "Oh! Yes...I'm marrying you sweetheart." I whispered, shyly; but confident of my choice ~ him ~ my man! The next moment, I was scooped up in his rugged arms, and I found myself being carried to the bed-room.
"The...the...Magg...maggiii," I remembered.
"Forget the Maggi, I've turned off the gas. I want to devour you instead," he growled seductively, as he laid me gently in the king-sized bed; his warm hands feeling me all over lovingly. That afternoon, we had the most sexiest time of our relationship ever, .....and I missed my train that day willingly; and forever.
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