The Sale – 55

Here’s another of them I wrote in a fit of the F-F inspiration…

Sale – 50% off.
The hour – late.
The store – magically open, way past the closing-time.
He – picks two trousers, heads to the trial room.
She – browses – eyes denim kurta, deep blue, pearly white buttons – smiles, picks it.
He frowns. Kurta? Now?
She nods.
Two minutes later
He emerges beaming – yes!!
She smiles, once more.


the demon – 55

She saw it coming. Another ten steps more – she pleaded…
No! Not now!
She could feel it sliding along the recesses
Give me the strength, she prayed
She laid her coffee cup to rest on her desk; it was upon her in no time
The demon was vanquished and just in time too!

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a love story – like others of the kind!

He got the news eventually; not the last but he definitely was not among the first ones to know. She had got engaged and would get married soon.

He had known her well; they had met not so long ago, but once they did, they’d definitely hit it off. It was the time when he was away from home, and it didn’t hurt that they hailed from the same place, in fact, the same town too. Their conversations spanned several emails and had spilled over into phone calls. They were baffled by the extent of the common interests they shared. And discovering each new trivia about the other had been such a joy.

It had been some time before he started realizing how he felt about her. He was confused; he had given it considerable thought. The more he thought about it, the more he felt sure – she was the perfect companion for him. She would complement him in all ways and they would complete each other; were the rosy thoughts he had allowed himself to entertain. But he’d had his share of worries too – he had led a nomadic existence, traveling from city to city on his job, hadn’t had a chance to settle down yet. Though he loved what he did, he didn’t know if that was right for the both of them. What about his parents? and hers? Would they agree? Would she agree? The questions were eating into him – his sleeping and waking hours.

He felt miserable, guilty even talking the mundane stuff with her. He could hold it no longer. He decided to take the weight off his chest by letting her know. He decided to write her a mail; he knew he couldn’t handle her reaction over the phone. He also knew that a mail would give her some thinking time, at least the reaction wouldn’t be impulsive, he hoped.

He composed it, painstakingly trying to explain how he felt, taking care to ensure that he didn’t write anything wrong or inappropriate that would embarrass her. He told her that he wanted her to know, wanted to get his conscience clear, but above all wanted her friendship irrespective of her answer.
He got the reply three days later. It was a no. Her thought was clear as crystal – she had never entertained any such feelings for him. She didn’t feel that they were suited to spend their lives together. He was deeply hurt, though not shattered. He almost knew it would be a no, he thought. At least she didn’t break off the bond that they shared – pure and transcending all boundaries; that was heartening he told himself.

And now she was getting married. May be, after all, she won’t find that companion, whom he knew she wanted – for a second he allowed himself this wicked thought. Immediately he realized the futility of it – whom was he kidding?

What he had, he knew, was something that she’d never wanted.

This, with some variations, could be the story of any one of us or our friends. I remember a saying that someone had once written on the class-room black-board in my school, as the ‘thought for the day’ –
The one who loses in love never loses much; but the one who has never loved, has lost it all
Profound, isn’t it? 😀

the walk

She was walking fast, she always walked fast, but today she wanted to reach… reach where? she asked herself… shaking her head, she continued to pick her way amongst the stones which used to once line the pavement… it was always the same story… one or the other of these government agencies would dig up the roads with some pretext and everything would be in a disarray! tcha! they don’t even bother to clean up the slush left behind by all the digging, she thought angrily… where was one supposed to walk? the pavements were all dug up and the roads weren’t safe any longer. And this road, though frequented by several vehicles, hardly had any pedestrians, especially at this time of the day…and all those stories one heard these days…she shivered involuntarily and quickened her steps… what if somebody in a cycle sneaked up from behind? She looked back to reassure herself…

Good, she could see the temple now…a few more paces and she’d be there…at-least there’d be a crowd around that place… suddenly she was startled…somebody had stopped by her and was asking if she’d like a lift! She didn’t know how to react… instinctively she looked at the vehicle, it was a kinetic nova… as she stood blank, the guy raced away…she walked on… she wondered about the audacity of that guy…imagine stopping a girl, who’s a stranger on a busy road and offering a lift! what had been her reaction? had she looked angry? nah… she would’ve looked shocked at the most… had she stopped in her tracks? she couldn’t remember a thing…did she know the guy, by any chance? did anybody in their road have a black kinetic nova? Not that she knew of… it was scary, somehow… she was used to traveling and walking in these roads, but this was a first for her… she would have to be careful… times were changing… the walk wasn’t going to be easy…


She splashed water on her face. It felt queer, the sensation of the warm tears against the cool liquid… so did everything else that was happening in her life. She knew it was that again… she v/s them. Why was it a regular feature these days? Why the “v/s” at all? Didn’t make sense…

She stood by the door opening out to the terrace, watching the sheets of rain. Somehow, the rain reminded her of the past years…days of carefree life… she hadn’t thought so then…but she knew now. May be it would be deja-vu a few years down the line! The idea didn’t comfort her…

It wasn’t so always… it was only now. She wished she’d seen it coming… she would’ve lived each day better… probably. Possibly, the vision of future would be brighter than the shadows of the past… she didn’t know… one never knew… damn! It was the uncertainty that was killing her…her happiness…


She stretched out her hands and looked around… the bay was empty!! She hadn’t realized that she was the last one left… her colleagues had decided to call it a day rather early, and to think that it wasn’t even a Friday evening! Suddenly she lost all urge to work… she shut down her comp, locked her stuff in the drawer and picked her bag to go. She gave a cursory glance around the place, switched off the lights and walked to the door.

A million thoughts coursed through her mind… funny how desolate the office looked without people… where was everybody? had they all left for the day? She found the lobby crowded with people waiting for the lift, she didn’t feel like waiting with them…she took the stairs, slowly, dragging her feet… again she wondered about a hundred random things… why was it that the people of the offices in the other floors of the building never had a reason to work late? Why did the 6th floor security guard suddenly jump out of her way? Did she look funny? Why was it suddenly so cold? Was it the AC or the chilly night air?

She reached the ground floor, thankfully she didn’t meet anyone she knew…she wasn’t in a mood to exchange pleasantries. She could feel a dull headache coming on, it only worsened her state of mind. She made her way to the bus stop. The thoughts didn’t stop… why was it that she’d turn to look to cross only when there was a barrage of vehicles rushing in both directions and not when there was a lull in the traffic? Why was she thinking such mundane thoughts?? She suddenly realized that in the midst of all these thoughts one part of her mind was actually playing her favourite song, over and over again, which she had been humming for quite some time now, without realizing…for the umpteenth time, she wondered at the amazing capacity of the human mind to simultaneously process so many thoughts and emotions …

She frowned…the bus stop was crowded… had there been no bus? Or was it because she was earlier than usual? Now in all probability, she wouldn’t get a seat…tcha! Why did all these people have to travel by the same bus? A bus pulled up at the stop, she got in, as expected, she had to squeeze into the crowd and stand… well, surely somebody would get down and she’d get a seat soon…
5 stops later… she was still standing…ah! At last she saw a female getting up…”No, mister! Not so fast…You won’t get to sit in the ladies seat…not when I’m standing!” glaring at the guy, she thankfully eased into the window seat. She pulled out her book, she stopped for a second…should she read? It would only worsen her headache…may be she should just snooze…”what the hell!” she thought and began reading…

Soon she was in the central bus station…it seemed unusually less crowded…may be ‘coz it’s a festival day she thought…but why was it so dark? Seemed quite strange, like something was amiss…then she knew… it was the lights in the platforms, they weren’t switched on for some reason. Again she stood waiting…she was getting tired of this…and those stupid thoughts that kept popping into her mind about anything and everything under the sun…or the moon in this context, she thought wryly… how she wished she could shut her mind off and think nothing…but no…that wouldn’t happen…how beautiful that girl walking to the opposite platform looked…so fair and hair so thick and long…ah!
Sigh…there goes my mind again…running behind useless thoughts, she mused…well, she resigned herself to the thought that she couldn’t do anything about it…may be she would write a blog about this…now…that’s an idea… …