MY FIRST WORK OF FICTION-STD IX

She was reading a book and I crossed by, blue jeans and pepe t-shirt clad girl approx seventeen, nose barely spacious to accommodate a single-legged fly, big curious eyes, dimpled, she was lovely, lively, pretty, not so beautiful but attractive, a quality I find in all girls.

‘Girl’s in jeans just turns me on’, and this one in any getup would have turned me on.

I passed by her without getting noticed and noticing and recording everything of her that was shown from this distance even the weird shape of her beautiful earrings,

I just loved the way she was dressed, the way she lifted her head to look at the wall clock, blinked her big eyelashes, and yo, also I noticed, she threw a quick glance in my direction,

gosh, I just liked everything about her.

Summoning my courage, I went to her and though I had thought of introducing myself in old bollywood style, “hi, I’m abhi”. Or in new Hollywood style by coming up with some interesting quotes.
I managed with a ‘may, I sit here please?’ in a meek voice, pointing to a seat next to her. She nodded without even looking.

I composed myself and decided to try again. Hey, that’s inheritance of loss by kiran desai you are reading right?
I loved it, how beautifully the lady has depicted a girl’s romance and then breakup with her tutor. It draws a strange contrast between east and west, privileged and not-so-privileged, Life of immigrants and residents.

And I turned towards her for bagging the best critic award,

her beautiful cat like eyes met mine through her bushy eyelids for the first time.

She smiled, looked at me, at the book, at the clock and then again at me and finally broke into a beautiful laughter. “this is ‘The waves’ by Virginia woolf”.

I was expecting something like some mutterings about guys being desperate, if not that, atleast, nothing less than a cold look. but this, was something most unexpected and made everything so beautifully memorable..

A SMALL LOVE STORY!!

There are many things that happen to us that leave an ever lasting imprint in our memory and heart.. something that will leave a smile on your face and a tear in your eye.. tear o joy or sadness or is it just a feeling ..... i wonder...

i always wanted to visit kolkata but never got around to go there.. so one fine day, i packed my bag and after a couple of hours i was in kolkotta... moved around here and there , saw places but didnt get joy the one i came here for...

one day... out of no where.. i noticed this girl.... just like many others in this world, she too was living her life.. i still tooo date wonder what was about her that I went and approached her....

met some interesting characters in the past, but then the idea of meeting another strange, though seemed interesting... but was not that amazing.. I still noticed her and approached her.. they way she presented herself was different.. blunt.. and giving others a feel of reality of what was going on... perhaps it was Kolkata... the city of joy.. and it had its own plans to give me joy..

she was wearing a suit.... a black and white.. the colour combination..a unique symbol of unity.. ??? perhaps...

her short hair.. falling on her neck... as if they were kissing it and telling othesr .. look -- there is your biggest reason to be jealous of.......

she had a smile on her face while she was sitting on a corner.. it appeared as if she was smiling at all others and telling them.. what are u running here and there for.. the happiness is just here... still wonder at times.. was it a grin or a smile... but whatever it was.. made her look so enchanting that i could just not blink my eyes.. as i might miss out on a moment of pleasure..


so a stranger in town, i gathered all my courage and approached her... and to my surprise..she greeted me in a manner that i could have never imagined.. it was like i have met someone who was so close to me and meeting her after a long time.. definitely.. the feeling was overwhelming...
we spoke and all the while i was like so mesmerized with her...her looks.. her eyes.. and her smile was like to die for...

then she asked me, hows my sight seeing going... i asked it is nice but i wished if i had someone i knew who would show me the city through their eyes...

she looked at me and smiled.. got up and extended her hand to me and said come... i for instance, just could not get what was going on.. but then got woken up to the ""Helloooo.. kahan ho??""'

took her hand in my hand... and got up... and started walking....

i jus did not want to let go of her hand.. it was cold but yet warm.....after a few steps.. she said.. i know ki thodi thand hai, but hath pakar ke thand khatam nahi hogi....

I, embarrassed, left her hand in a hurry and put in a pocket.. she was about to say sumthing cheeky but never did.. i can only imagine.. perhaps.... " touch ko savour karne wale ho?"

we moved around and she showed me some places.. they were really awesome.. i might have passed through those streets many a times in past few days, but they all seemed new and so vibrant...

the whole afternoon passsed... she said.. she will take me to her fav place .. its near the shores... of ganga and sunset is beautiful there... i said ok . lets go there..

we took a boat and went to a small place.... outside town...

there was hardly anyone.. the boatman dropped us and she told him to come back in two hours to pick us up...

we got off... she looked at me.. held my hand and said lets go.... first she showed me around the area.. it was nice.. green areay with some rocks here and there and few right on the river bank.. after a walk.. she said .. lets go and sit on the bank as the sun is going to set soon... we climbed a big rock and sat on it...

i was still holding her hand..... just never wanted to let go of it...


THANK YOU AMAR FOR THIS!!
to be continued....

CYBER SPACE-THE VIRTUAL WORLD

9605312117..
No name calling..
Boy: hallo?
A sexy voice: my love!! [With freshness of morning due, at 1 o’ clock in the morning].
Boy: Shikha is it you?
Girl: its sweetu-for-u baby!! [Chat-room name].
Boy: oh darling! Was just thinking about you, and here is your call. It feels so nice to hear your sweet voice. Did anyone tell you? You have got a superb tonal quality. [which one is she btw, sex chat waali, ya hot waali? The boy thought.]
Girl: thanks dear, though I know it’s not that appealing.
Boy: now come-on, shake away that modesty, it’s nice, really.
Girl’s turn..
Love-O-mine, I was dying to talk to you too, but it was such a difficult decision to make, a clash between your love and my ideologies, and here the your love emerges victorious.
Boy: why sweetheart? Don’t you trust me?
Girl: more than my life baby; it’s just that, it’s a difficult decision to make for a girl like me after all, it’s a virtual world [so she knows!!]
Boy: isn’t it strange ‘shonu’? we are talking for the first time and it already feels like we have been childhood friends [read janm-janmantar ka rishta].
So, here is the descent from English love names to our all time favourite ‘shonu’.
Girl: exactly my cutie-pie. Where were you till now? [Time for calling food like names]
Boy: waiting for you, all the while. [Oh really!!], you know something sweetu, you’re the best thing that has happened to me on internet.
Girl: and you’re the best thing that has happened to me after my family and my ex-boyfriend baby [ouch! twitch in the story].
Boy: you had a boyfriend?
Girl: yes, he ruined my life, he ditched me, I changed [sob] myself completely for him [sob].
Boy: oh baby! [With true concern in voice], do not cry. Everything, I believe, happens for a good reason. Maybe it will help you to look at the world unbiased. [Gearing up, for a long lecture session]
Girl: perhaps you are right! [tumnein meri aankhein khol di lol, the girl is thinking, lol, the girl thinks]
So, how about you? Did you ever fall in love?
Boy: no, yaar! Never got someone like you, believe me sweetu..
Girl: call me shweta, that’s my name..
Boy: oh, let me call you shonu, it’s more closer to my heart [actually it won’t lead to problems In future if he calls her by some other girl’s name], shonu, you are different than most of the girls are [so, here the boy goes, intent on winning sweetu-4-u’s golden cyber heart, he is sure to succeed. ‘This different’ waala shastra is cupid’s favourite].
You drink, you sleep, you live a normal life with a difference [deadly, praiseworthy creativeness of the guy, he surely knows how to do a girls heart jingles]. You prefer making your bed, combing your hairs before sleeping [98% girls do].
Girl: how do you know [in exclamation]?
Boy: I do! This is what makes me love you truly [so, the guy is already in love]. You work hard, and try your best to do whatever you do in the best possible manner [of course, everyone likes to think they do, even if they aren’t even closer].
Girl’s turn..
Baby, you’re a magician, a wordsmith. You can make any girl fall in love with you. I promise it will be your voice I’ll listen to every night before sleeping [ouch, saath jeene-marne ki kasmein].
Listen, need to go, have a class tomorrow morning.
Love you [now sweetu-4-u too, madly, deeply, insanely in love].
Boy: love you too, shonu. It was really nice talking to you.
Call you first thing in the morning.
Girl: cut the formalities love, I know it was, I know the feeling. Take care, sleep well.
Click..sigh, a broad smile!!
9900541314..baby calling..
Shonu, we won’t be together for about 7 hours can you give me a kissie [sweet name for kiss] for that [as if they were a conjoint twins separated after 20 or so long years of living together]…

AN ACT OF ADULTERY: MY FIRST EVER KISS!!

After rounds of kisses on my neck and shoulders, he decided to give a try to my virgin lips.
I could see he was concentrating more over how words were being formed, than what words were actually being produced by them.

He was an otherwise good debater, but this though being one of his favourite topics could not keep him interested for long. He bent forward as if to say something in my ears softly,

Went back,

Shook his head, either in disbelief over his lack of control, or in disagreement with his own thoughts.

‘No, I shouldn’t.’- He said.

‘Oh! I think you should, but by the way, what is it?’


By now, I could see it in his eyes, his sheepish grin. Oh, come-on, you don’t want to do this.

Or, do you?

Things and words had ceased to make sense, minutes ago.

His pink broad lips touched my natural coloured-lip-glossed broad too lips.

And it actually clarified all my doubts, on whether the kiss could be, so out-of-the-world. Indeed it was different, as all cuisines have different taste.

He could sense my embarrassment, he had always been a sensitive partner hence it took him long to decide,

And the need won over the sensitivity.

He had decided to have it that day.
His left hand on the back of my head, right on my waist, he pulled me a bit, I let myself be snatched.
Away from my own set of rules, I was just tired of being me; I wanted to do something I never usually do,

His face looked so big, eyes bulging in astonishment of largeness of otherwise very small face, I guess.
I closed my eyes,
No, I wasn’t at all afraid of his closeness,
I was conscious if my breath was foul. How, couldn’t I anticipate this would be coming; I would have eaten a cardamom or clove or perhaps would have used a mouth freshener.

Our lips touched, I felt I’d hit my funny bone. I wish, I could’ve enjoyed the big moment, but they had gone numb.

I could see it happening but as if under local anaesthesia.
I shuddered,
first with embarrassment,
then with pleasure
and finally with satisfaction of having done it somehow.

For moments everything had frozen.
My eyeballs(I’d opened my eyes to see if he too was enjoying it),
body hairs(I was having goose bumps all my body),

People around us had become so nonexistent.

All that could be felt moving was the blood rushing through my veins and arteries, if not more, than at twice the normal speed. Making the heart pound against my chest definitely more than every 72/60 seconds.


I pulled myself back;

I was embarrassed and puzzled on being embarrassed.
For seconds he was as close to me as I never was to my own soul.


His face beamed with happiness and mine flushed, drawing a fine line between Adam’s expression and Eve’s, when the two must have made love the first ever time.

It was the first occasion when I found his small Chinese nose cuter than black clouds over white building, for they didn’t obstruct in our kissing (my biggest fear, what if the noses conspired and fake a fight not to let the two lips meet).

‘Your eyes are beautiful and deep’.
‘I love them, for they don’t reveal what is beneath those thin films of protein’, my contact lenses.
This was all he could say.

I’ve lived those real moments, thousands of times, closing my eyes also with opened ones.

I wish it would have continued a bit longer, I wished it had never happened.
I was confused, never so, before.

AND OUR EYES LOCKED OVER A CUP OF TEA!!

A beautiful Sunday evening it was,
Apart from the fact that it had been raining cats and dogs for three full days without a pause.
I looked through the pinkish-bluish-violetish glass pane of my messy apartment.

Life was not actually good to me as I had thought it would be after cutting myself from mainstream, working harder than I think my poor little brain permitted, for three years preparing hard to get into a medical college, five and a half full years harder, not to stay in the college a second longer than normal, hardest to get myself hired by a reputed hospital and go to the hospital 6 days a week, sometimes on Sundays too,
on odd hours in emergencies not to be mentioned.
So in a nut shell it was a total, busy, scheduled life packed with patients with all sorts of problems some being as serious as a pimple being suspected for malignant tumour.

was at large; paces away from the main stream, spending my Sunday with medical journals in shreds around, empty beer cans, a land phone which had last rung to update me about the death of my patient I’d operated early morning.
I was all set for a boring evening after the very eventful and fruitful morning.
I was 33, well settled, noticeable, it occurred to me that I could bring into application that knowledge I had acquired by reading that book which I considered shitty back then.
Something which preached Harmless dating..

I picked the phone, dialled akash’s number, thank god it was busy. I would get a couple of minutes more to frame the invitation (read courting coupling). Without letting him sense the urgency to see him.
Minutes, hours passed, and by the time the door bell rang i had even built our kids room.
I lept forward in anticipation of something humane, someone really moving, which could move on its own..
A pair of deep blue almost hollow eyes greeted me at the door, I had known him since college days, but never ever was so happy on seeing him come. I realised it wasn’t the first time that he had helped me out of dying from boredom.
I ushered him in, swapped his wet clothes for some fresh ones and we settled on the couch for a cup of tea, waiting for the other to start, shout, yell or do whatever it takes to break the silence.
We had been so busy in life that we had forgotten what actually life was..
Aakash and I had spent premium years of our life together in same school, same college..we were very good friends, comrades in all the projects we did..and yes we were in love with each other too..
But it took us no second thot to ban those feelings..and kept moving ahead in life and away from each other’s..we realised only after we were so bored of our busy life, dream career..
But then, life wasn’t completely mad at me, for taking it for granted..here he was, in redder flesh and broader bones, he was looking more handsome than I ever felt he was.
And here we were..with our eyes locked over a cup of coffee..
At an age of 33, we were doing something, which we considered immaculate even at 22..