If I were a baby again

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I heard the alarm say "Tring Tring..Tring Tring.." I'm confused, is it not supposed to say "Cuckoo Cuckoo" like I configured that day with so much pain. Damn you electronics! Time to wake up and put on my kettle to boil. Thank god it is a weekend!

I'm feeling lifted, this feels damn good. Yeah like in a smooth roller coaster.. Hmm.. heavenly... Huh there is mom. She is looking very pretty today. Oh yeah I'm not wearing my contacts !
Excuse me did I say mom? Isnt she supposed to be sitting in India probably cooking a good dinner. Oh man sometimes I can be very dreamy or may be I'm not.I'm wearing a frilly dolly dress and looking like a ...errr..BABY!!

Should I say yipee or should I cry. And let me see .. the calendar shows 1983 !
(And yeah there goes my age..)
Whew you daisy blue so much for suggesting the topic!

Now that I'm a baby,I might as well as enjoy this. What more, I am a collaboration of 2009 in 1983.
So here I am, being pampered by well,  whew, so many people in here. Looks like so much fun,with balloons all over. Wonder what this is all about. May be a party !

Oh there comes my Grandmom, wish she was alive now. She used to give me the best sweets ever. 
By the way thats my name in the wall.. and its a birthday banner. How stupid of me not to notice the date in the calendar. Its my day.. Hurray !!!

This feels so nice and here is my uncle taking my pictures in a Kodak camera. Here comes my dad with his big mustache.And thank god he took that away in the later years.

I cant recognise many people here. I'm not supposed to recognise right? I'm a baby.

What is that big lady doing in here? Oh no dont feed me , my stomach feels heavy. No no..Please..Oh oh..Yuck ! I'm sorry..but you didnt leave me any choice other than puke!

Hmm.. this is exciting , 
I can do whatever I want ,yet noone looks at me weirdly. 
I eat what I want and I do not bother if I'm fat.
I dont have to strain my legs and walk miles, someone is always there to carry me.
May be I dont wear what I want, but definitely I talk what I want.
No exams,no resumes and no emails.
No cellphones ringing,no laptops clicking and no TVs yelling.I can really live without these.

Life is going good.
Hey I'm cutting a cake, its not a black Forest or a Dark chocolate its a simple plain vanilla cake with a candle on it. And here comes my first doll.
Its lovely and I am the princess.

"Cuckoo..Cuckoo" there goes my alarm.I get up and put my kettle on.
"Hey you have got cake on your face. Where did you go,a birthday party?" J asks.
"May be.................????? " I reply back with a perplexed smile.

P.S : This short fiction is inspired by the movie "17 Again"

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Expressions -02

Expressions refer to a fiction series in this blog. Catch up with the previous parts with the label Expressions .
Click here to check the first part.

The words , "The Mermaid" hung across the tiny shop in the corner of the very busy street. A lovely flower vase with fresh white lilies welcomed the customers.

Rows of colorful dupattas occupied the left hand corner of the shop followed by mix and match pattialas.

Lines of salwar suites hung in the center part of the shop and a separate small section for western wear lined the rear end.

At 7:30 pm the shop was quite empty with only a couple of ladies browsing.

There was a small dressing room suitably placed with mirrors & it was knocked by a little girl in a pinafore.

"Amma..come out soon.. I'm hungry..."

"Wait sweety... will be back soon.. just be calm.."

The girl was interrupted by a lady in a green salwar.She was tall ,slender and wheatish in complexion. Her high heeled sandal complemented her foot.People would never fail to take a second look at her lovely face.

"Hi kutti.. here have a chocolate.. your mom would be here very soon.."

"No thanks aunty.. amma will scold me... "

"no no.. come here I will tell her..here.. "

"ummm... thanks aunty.. err... I want to sit in this chair... its very high.."

"Haha.. there now you are seated .. happy?"
"Aunty...can I get one more choc.."

Her words were interrupted by her mom who was moving towards the cash counter rapidly.

"Dhivya ..now thats the fifth chocolate you are eating today!! Did I not tell you to sit down quietly..why are you disturbing aunty.."

"Thats not a problem..she is such a sweety Mrs.Mani..that would be total 3098..hope you liked our new salwar collections.."

"Yes.. they are awesome. I have already decided to come another round...anyways its getting late..see ya..tell bye to Aunty dear.."
"Bye Aunty" ..
"Bye kutti.."

Total:20034/-
Signed Anu closing the cash register.

****To be Continued

Expressions - 01

Expressions refer to a fiction series in this blog. This is the first part in the series.


"Look at her tiny hands..there she is holding me now...how adorable..Ummaahh"

"Sidharth..how many times have I told you not to kiss her.. "
"Its okay honeybun..you know that my mouth is as fresh as a flower.. dont worry.." "There ..my pants are wet again!!.. "

"Hahaha..that was a naughty little revenge for your kiss...my daughter knows how to tackle her father already"

"No sweetheart that's my daughter.. my sweet Anjana..Anju"

"Aha..you selfish idiot.. its our daughter & her name is not Anjana remember that...you agreed to keep it as Aradhana.. & call her Dhanu.."

"No Anu... we still have to work on that.. and by the way dear.. one way she is your daughter..look at her yawning... lazy sleeper like you.. "
"Sidhaaaaaaaarth.......you need a good thrash "

Sidharth smiled looking at the picture he had clicked then.He had a very vivid memory.

Anu looked very beautiful that day with her loose hair & motherly look she looked like an angel.Little Anju was lying in her pink bed in her pink dress amidst pink pillows, all pink as decided and decorated by Anu!!

Sidharth still felt pride in winning the name Anjana...ofcourse he knew that Anu wouldn't want him to lose anyday. But now..after such long time with Anju in KG-I.. he has been defeated... and deserted.

Morning Talk

A story finally!! For a change this time its by my husband J.He says that my stories inspired him to write one(So sweet you..even if its really not true ;) )!! Here it goes after my role as an editor.

Morning Talk

It was a very bright sunny morning when 4 year old Vandy woke up from her pink teddy bear bed. Normally her mom would have to drag her from bed with the usual cup of chocolate Complan but today she was up early! She walked into the living room to see the commotion that woke her up.

“Its been 5 years & I have not seen any change in you, you have been the same egotist, adamant person!! Its incredible how you complain about such small things..Its high time that we proceed with the papers.. I’m really pissed off with you..there is no peace in this house” told Vandy’s dad & walked away throwing the morning papers.

With the hot vessel in her hand, her mom yelled & came out from the kitchen. “Shut up you idiot!! Dont you dare speak these words to me….we started our acting careers together…but I left it for us..our future.. but you..you have changed.. you are not the same person whom I loved.. all your loving words seem to have vanished after marriage…”

“Its all because of you Purni …You started it ..not me!! You & your investigation about my coming late last night..”

“Huh its been the fifth time that you missed your promise for taking us out to dinner Ashok..do you know when was the last time we talked romantically or we went out as a family..its been months now..”

“What the hell do you think..you have been in acting..dont you know the complexity involved.?? For god’s sake for who am I striving so hard sitting late??Dont you, of people realize that Purni..”

“You go early in the morning & come back everyday so late..how will you know what it feels for a girl who has left behind a career to sit alone whole day..there is no deviation ..its home home & home all through out..cant you just spare a few minutes with the people whom you love..”

Her voice was interrupted by little Vandy,

“Daddy.. is this your new sitcom??Mommy..how long are you going to practice the dialogues with Daddy.. I’m hungry..wheres my chocolate complan??!!”

A moment of silence followed after which,

"On the way..” said Purni & smiled at Ashok , realizing that their child was growing!!

P.S : This post is dedicated to J for making me publish a story after a really long time.

He n She

Posting my old story..to give my blog a wake up call.

"Hey, you look good in this picture” she told him looking at the mobile.

"Either you have impersonated or your phone is a magic, or quite possibly you really have become handsome" she told, tapping his shoulders.
"Will it make you happy if I told that you have become blind”, he said which led to her laughing like the white waves that roared near them.

She had long curls that touched her face and wore a cream colored salwar which had bold prints. Her hands looked very small compared to the large brown ones that held hers. She was fighting with the breeze in removing the velvety black hair that blocked her lovely face & he enjoyed watching her actions as always.

"It’s unbelievable...”
"Huh there...you can never be quiet at a stretch”, he said... "Ok ok..so what’s unbelievable now?!"
"The fact that in a week's time we will be husband & wife, you moron"
"Oh my..now don’t let me think about that I already regret very much "
"Huh..you should be lucky enough to have me..no girl will marry a jerk like you.. "

Saying these she got up and walked towards the sea.It was slowly becoming dark when they started taking a long stroll together in the wet sand making foot impressions.
Turning her head towards him she said,
"Do you love me?"
"No I hate you.."
"Oh is it !! Then why are you wearing this blue color shirt that I gave you "
"That’s because I got it free.. "
He said that & ran as far as he could.. & shouted,
" You cant catch me with your heavy body lady.. "
She ran after him and they looked like two small kids playing in the water.

It was 7:00 AM in the morning. They were still at the beach but not together anymore.
They were carried away in a stretcher.
Tsunami had struck the beach last night.

He, She, It

The dials of the new titan watch in her wrist showed 9:10 am when she kick started her scooty pep plus.She was earlier than usual and she had all the reasons in the world to do that.
"Oh please don't make me superstitious", she told the fiery black cat that crossed her path.Yes, like any other Indian child she was taught by her grandmom about cats and their bad luck. Particularly today she never wanted anything to spoil her plans.
Straightening her black cross bag, she started off to work with a small smile in her face.

He was combing his hair for the third time in a span of five minutes.Bunch of shirts were lying down on his bed making a bright VIBGYOR. "Paint my love" by MLTR rocked the whole room with a thunderous effect.His lips were dancing along with the tune in a rhythm.After looking at the mirror for the nth time, he finally posed a smile of satisfaction and started off to work in his black pulsar bike.

***To be continued

Love is life

It was a very small room & the sun rays from the comparatively large window illuminated it brightly. The single cot in the corner of the room was piled with bunch of clothes and books. The shelf beside the bed was hidden in dust accumulated over the months. One should have a really powerful microscopic eye to realize the artistic works on the wooden door that covered it.

A broken mirror was hanging in the wall and ants were crawling to make an outline of heart around it. There was an A4 size poster with the words “LOVE IS LIFE” scribbled in a very large odd unattractive font.

A large table occupied rest of the space and stood strong near the window. An old night lamp, few papers, a cigarette stub & a pen indicated some activity in the otherwise lonely gloomy looking room.

The pen was lifted by a hand that hesitated a moment. It took a paper and started writing

“Dear My dear love,

No one has loved me so much. You are the best that has ever happened in my life.You have been very supportive in all my endeavors.

Yet I’m a failure today and I am really ashamed to be in such a position.As you read this letter, I would be out of reach very far from you.Yes my love, I have decided to take my life. I’m unable to satisfy you and I feel like a hurdle in your life.Wish you find a better match and lead a happy life like you always wanted.
Do not take pains to have a glimpse of me dear for I’m leaving dying without any trace in your life.

Your unlucky lover”

The hand now took another paper, tapped a little on the table and started writing again,

“Dear My dear love,

No one has loved me so much. You are the best that has ever happened in my life.You have been very supportive in all my endeavors.

And today I’m coming to you as you had wanted. Yes my love, as you read this letter I miss you very much. We will lead a happy life in your beautiful house and travel the globe as you had always wanted.

Your lucky loving lover”

Having accomplished the task, the victorious hand sealed the former letter in an envelope addressed to Miss Rose,London and the latter addressed to Mrs.Lawrence,Sydney.

Yes, love(of money) is life.

Fifth Sense

The sky looked like a bunch of oranges thrown together. The sun very oddly, peeped from it like a giant yellow mango. The green grass meadows bathed in the little droplets of water from the sky.
In such a confused weather, the rainbow was smiling widely with all its colors!!

Little Jack was unaware of all these beauties around him. He could feel the rain, smell the dampness and hear the chirping of birds but he was unable to see neither the VIBGYOR nor the bright violent sun.
Yes, being blind wasn’t easy.

He was walking with his action shoes, slowly yet steadily. He tripped & fell down once, twice but never gave up his courage. He proceeded on & on like a true warrior.

In a few moments he would have reached the top of the hill & he clearly knew what to do then. He had been apprehensive initially as the risk seemed to be very huge. But the result overpowered all the pains to be taken.
Twelve year old Jack’s small little body looked like a dwarf compared to the huge isolated landscape. His mom would be furious & mad; he knew that.
Yet he decided to take this and puzzle her.

It was getting damper .The sun vanished from the view like magic and so did the rainbow.
He reached his destination and stood like a pillar for a few seconds.
Finally raising his hands like a bird, he ripped off his blind fold and looked at the spectacular sight ahead.
Then he stood there waiting for his friend whom he had just defeated in the bet.

Indeed pretending to be blind wasn’t that easy.

The Station

The railway station master scanned him up & down.The guy looked dejected & he pitied him.He was wearing a blue suit that was drenched in sweat.

"Please have some water sir, the police inspector will be here soon" the station master offered.
"No thanks", he refused politely.

"The world is very corrupted sir, you shouldnt believe anybody..."
"Yes ! I know but he looked like a nice fellow.. though his clothes were bit dirty , he sure looked like an ingenious young lad.."

"How much did you lose sir?"

"Oh dont remind me.. I had my hard earned money in there,I worked really hard to achieve the things .. what will I tell to my ailing mother, Oh god please help me.. " he took out his handkerchief & wiped his face.

"Dont worry sir, our police will surely catch him,its a pity that he ran before you could realise that your belongings were stolen.. "
"Indeed he is such a smart fellow.. "

They were interrupted by loud foot steps. The police inspector entered along with a man who was about to faint any moment.

"Oh dear inspector what have you done to the guy.. "

"It was a child's play..we have caught him red handed before he could escape .. all your belongings are here ..please check them.."

His face brightened & he rushed to check his baggage.

"Thank you so much officer,for making it happen in a real short time..everything is perfect.." "You can make an official complaint here.."

"No sir, I do not want to a spoil a man's life..I think you have already given a good lesson to him.."

"You are such a generous man sir.."

"Haha...I'm so obliged to you sir,this is my visiting card,do come for any help.."

He left cheerfully handing a tip to the station master.

Three hours later,
"Inspector,the man has woken up.. " that was the station master.

"You culprit .. you are a lucky fellow, because of the good man you are free to leave now..."

The culprit started laughing,first slowly and then increased the sound until the rooms rocked wildly with his laughter.

"Are you not interested in leaving" shouted the inspector.

"Why should I ? I'm here to give a complaint, that was my belongings you gave to the crook"

"Huh.."

"You are welcome to do any tests to confirm the identity"

After a brief consultation and a couple of phone calls, the very intelligent officer said,

"Er..We are very sorry.. its a case of mistaken identity..mm..err..but..but..why didnt you protest??"

"Was there any chance?!" he told touching his bruises.

The police inspector sat in silence.

The station master looked at his tip;he wondered if that was a geniune note.

The wedding - a story

It was a huge white Church and the gay gloomy sky crowned it magnificently. Not a good sign on such a busy day.

"Hurry up soon.."
"Where are you running.."
"Rain is sure to come.."
"Everything will be ruined.."
She was sitting there in a chair adjusting her wedding gown amidst all these chaos.The pale pink gown found its perfect match in her pinkish white skin.People cursed the beautifully knitted veil for concealing the angelic face with fluttering eyes.

He was standing alone & looked taller than usual.He was often compared with Brad Pitt ;such was his charisma.He had a small stubble in his face giving him that boy-next-door look.His greenish blue eyes always lingered even in a stranger's mind. They made the perfect pair & now they were getting married.

The time had come for them to take the dais.He was already standing there with a sensual smile.He had done this a lot of times & knew by heart what is expected of him. She walked the carpet with flowers all around.She also knew how to do this perfectly & this was like a walk in the cake.

Finally they said "I Do" & the Priest pronounced them Husband & Wife.The huge applause that followed overpowered nature's roaring thunders.

"Cut.. excellent shot madam.. "
"Very well done sir.."
"Tomorrow the schedule is at 10 AM.. and that will be the last shot of the film.."
It was the director who instructed the versatile actors & walked away with a satisfactory smile.Indeed his job was done.

The two actors were standing alone. He took out a paper from his pocket & handed it to her. "Sign it..I will get it tomorrow..& dont forget tomorrow is the last day..by the way you did a great job today.."
"Thanks.. you also did a wonderful shot..dont worry I wont forget our last day.."
she smiled sarcastically.
"Ok bye then.. " He left as he always did.

She was looking at the divorce papers in her hands. A drop of water touched them. Was that a tear or the rain?She started walking without answering.

Stephanie - Part III - THE END

Stephanie- Part II

"Dad wasnt able to make it Steph ..he.."
"Why,... I want daddy.. !!! "
"Now now.. whats this coming from the eyes ...I know that you dont cry .."
"I'm not crying.." "Dont you want this??"
"Iceeee cream..........Thank you uncle!!"
"Hmm now thats a good girl.. come lets go see your small little sister..."
"WHAT""Yes!! you have become the big sister now..and dad is in the hospital with them! we will just meet them in a few minutes."

Steph surely had not expected the "new arrival" so soon. She was shocked and looked quite perplexed.
The sky looked gloomy in gray colored suit.Steph was peeping through the car window. She saw kids of her age playing in a park. Big boys were playing some game with a ball.
"The game which dad sees in TV" thought Steph.
They crossed another small park and Steph saw a little girl shorter than herself, pushing something very big. The girl was smiling and looked contended; she was wearing a white frock with frills.
"What long hair..like Rapunzel.." Steph wondered before turning her attention to what the girl was pushing.Below was a blue pram inside which a small baby ,nearly the size of her mom's hand,was lying down amidst a huge chunk of soft pillows and teddys.

They were nearing them now and Steph could hear the girl tell.
"My sweet little sister..when are you going to call my name.. "
"Here hold my finger.."
she said & the baby grabbed her thumb and gave a cute lazy smile.

"Ahem..a long wait in the signal huh Steph.."
"Lets speed up now"

That was uncle George whose words jolted Steph back to her car.
"Uncle George..!!"
"Yes sweetheart.."
"Did you see it..??"
"It??Oh the baby yes just had a look.. & she looks sweet just like you "
Steph smiled for the first time since morning.

"Will she hold my finger if I give her.. "
"Hmm will she not love to do that to her big sister??"
"Go fast uncle I want to see her soon"

Stephanie-Part II

Stephanie-part-I

"Hey Steph!!Wait for me" that was Michelle,her best friend.
"Michelle you have a bike...!!!!"
She looked at Michelle.She was trying to park her bike.Her small lovely curls danced in her dark skin.She had a polka dotted bag with " This bag belongs to Michelle Derkins" written on top of it. She smiled at Steph.

"Michelle looks happy with her new bike" thought Steph,"atleast she neednt worry about sharing it with anyone."

"So Michelle..!!you have a new bike.."
"No.. thats my sis"
"Oh.. "
"Yeah my elder sis..she is grown up now & doesnt need it anymore..thats what dad told"
"But..dont you need a new one ??"
"Nah...I'm..hey I hear the bell..lets rush "

Steph was lost in her wonderland like Alice(in wonderland).She was fidgeting in her seat.

"My name is Stephanie Tanner "
"Now isnt that the shortest introduction we have ever heard Ms Tanner.. Ok...next..."
That was Miss Velma -the prettiest teacher of her school. She was wearing a knee length pleated skirt .Her hair was short and blonde.Steph always thought she looked like her mom. But definitely not today.
"Miss Velma's stomach doesnt look like Santa" she grumbled .

"Did you tell me something Steph..."
"Hmm .. no .. we are having someone new in our house"
"Oh.. dont tell me that its a pet dog..mom is not allowing me to keep one.."
"Err..No Michelle.. I will be having a younger sister or brother soon.."
"Oh that's lovely Steph !!you could boss around her whole day.."
"Boss around her.. !!!!!"
"Yes!Like my sister.."
"Oh does she??! "
"Yes!! and she gets to do all the things first! Can you believe she gets a very big room and I'm left with the smallest room of the house.."
"That looks bad..."
"Yes thats the advantage of being a nosy sister.."
"So do you like her at all.."
"Hmm let me think..I do like her... because she makes me these little chocolate cookies..see wanna bite.. yummy.."
"Oh..no thanks"
"Hey ..last night mom got a teddy from someone and I happened to keep that ..and I've named him Browny.. wait till I show you.." "Ok Steph see ya.. "
"Bye.. "

Steph waved at Michelle and stood pondering over the conversation.She looked confused.
"Being a big sister might be fun afterall " she thought.
"But I dont want to lose things like Mr Browny"

She saw her car coming and just hoped that her dad would clarify all her doubts.
"Hey Steph.."
"Now thats not dad's voice "
"Uncle George..!!where is dad?!"

Stephanie-Part I

It was a bright sunny morning and the birds were chirping merrily.

Stephanie was wearing a navy blue color pinafore and a white collared shirt.Her small golden hair was parted & made into two ponytails. Her back was loaded with a pink school bag and it had a big barbie smiling in style.Stephanie liked to be called as Steph with a big emphasis in the last syllable.She was the complete picture of a class second kid waiting for her school bus.

Steph looked angry and gross today. No, she was not like Calvin who hated the school. She was like Susie, studious ,smart and teacher's pet.
She was upset because her dad failed to keep up his promise. This was her first day after the big holidays and he promised to drop her at school.

"Sorry Stephanie..err.. Steph.." dad had started.
Somehow he was not able to come in terms with her shortened sweet name "Steph" .
"You do know that mommy is sick don't you dear??I will pick you up in the evening and we will grab an ice-cream??and aren't you eager to see the new face my girl.. ??"
Oh yes! New face.. new face!!

That's the only word she had been hearing since the day her mother became sick with a stomach like Santa.
"Steph dear..you will not be alone anymore..you will soon get a little baby brother or sister to play with. Wouldn't that be great??"
She remembered the first time her parents told about the new entrant.
"I want mommy.. " she had cried one day when her mom puked and refused to play with her.

"I hate this new thing into our house"
Steph murmured and hopped into the school bus.
(Little did she know that her dad would fail again and never be able to keep up his promise in the evening )

Patience

His black leather watch showed 6:45 PM.He had exactly one hour and fifteen minutes in his hands.

"I dislike men who are not punctual " her words kept running through his mind. Unpunctuality was the last thing in his mind at this hour & thats why he started a little early. But the huge chunk of vehicles before his car made him sweat inspite of the air condition.

"Hey what do you think you are doing mister", Sure he was taken aback with her question on their first meet.He knew he had been staring at her for long but never had a clue that a girl could counter attack him.
"Hmm.. well.. I think you look .. quite... heavenly,.. " he remembered his stammering.
"God, no one has ever made me this nervous" he thought.

His lips curved into a smile thinking of those wonderful times.
"Beep..thump.. " he heard all those sounds and was relieved to see the traffic clear.
His watch showed 7:10 PM when he reached the railway station and he knew she would be pleased to see him on dot.
He saw a big butterfly hoarding & recollected her musical voice.

"See.. have you ever praised me like this..almond eyes that flutters like a butterfly....now this one line is wanting me to leave you . ."
She teased him tearing the letter.
"I know guys are gaga over you and your eyes especially. & oh.. I'm one among those poor creatures.. " he flattered her further.

He had a clear picture of the day when she showed him a love letter from her neighbour.
Still ten more minutes.
He adjusted his glasses and took a glimpse of himself at the mirror in a shop.
"Not bad man" he said to himself.

He started picturing how she looked in their last meet.
She had such long hair which was black like the night sky & she had left it loose . Her clear skin face looked bright like a full moon.

The announcement of her train's arrival jolted him back to reality. She was fidgeting in her seat ; his wife whom he had missed terribly made him forget all about the noisy surrounding.
The fat lady yelling, a small boy crying, vendors shouting nothing mattered anymore.

He rushed immediately & took her hand.Two drops of tears rolled from the same butterfly eyes which was now covered with dark cooling glasses.He removed them.
"Shh.. do not cry my dear I can still see you..even if you cant..your eyes look lovely.. "
He wiped the tears from her wrinkled skin and touched her hair that was still long, though grey.

She leaned on him & they strolled together with his walking stick.

They were one among the few who were united after the deadly war.

P.S: I restricted very much from making it a sad-ending ; Did I succeed or not ?? Well, that depends on your perspective.

He and She

"Hey, you look good in this picture” she told him looking at the mobile.

"Either you have impersonated or your phone is a magic, or quite possibly you really have become handsome" she told, tapping his shoulders.

"Will it make you happy if I told that you have become blind”, he said which led to her laughing like the white waves that roared near them.

She had long curls that touched her face and wore a cream colored salwar which had bold prints. Her hands looked very small compared to the large brown ones that held hers. She was fighting with the breeze in removing the velvety black hair that blocked her lovely face & he enjoyed watching her actions as always.

"It’s unbelievable...”
"Huh there...you can never be quiet at a stretch”, he said... "Ok ok..so what’s unbelievable now?!"
"The fact that in a week's time we will be husband & wife, you moron"
"Oh my..now don’t let me think about that I already regret very much "
"Huh..you should be lucky enough to have me..no girl will marry a jerk like you.. "

Saying these she got up and walked towards the sea.It was slowly becoming dark when they started taking a long stroll together in the wet sand making foot impressions.
Turning her head towards him she said,

"Do you love me?"
"No I hate you.."
"Oh is it !! Then why are you wearing this blue color shirt that I gave you "
"That’s because I got it free.. "

He said that & ran as far as he could.. & shouted,

" You cant catch me with your heavy body lady.. "

She ran after him and they looked like two small kids playing in the water.

It was 7:00 AM in the morning. They were still at the beach but not together anymore.
They were carried away in a stretcher.

Tsunami had struck the beach last night.

A story

It was a Monday morning and she was on her way to work . The sun was bright & its heat added fuel to the existing "Monday morning blues".

She looked preoccupied - apprehensive or embarrassed one could not figure that out for sure.She looked elegant in a green cotton kurta with a back collar and a cream churidar.A jute bag and a black square dialed watch complimented the attire.
People took a second look at her as she passed, but she never seemed to notice the thousand people around her.She was in her own world.
She closed her eyes & wished she had a time machine like in the movie "Back to the future". She wasnt greedy to trace back so many years,she just wanted to travel back two days.
She wished she had listened to her mom's words & never been to that dreadful place.She remembered the room where she went,big & sophisticated it was -alright yet..Her memory was daunted with the big apparatus that she saw for the first time in her life & the chill atmosphere spiced up with a soothing music.

She reached her work place & her pace slowed. Her eyes wandered around trying to get a glimpse of some known face.
"Hey" she heard a cry. She recognised the voice of her colleague.
"Oh my God" she thought, "this is the moment"
"You look great with this new haircut, amazing!!"
"Thanks dear"

She hurried now with a bright face, full of confidence and glow & touched her lovely curly black hair.
Indeed she got the first feedback for her short hairdo !!

P.S: A story after four solid months

Water

For some odd reason she was in this place full of people!!!

There were rocks everywhere -some brown, some black and some even green!! And as she climbed those rocks, she went higher & higher until she felt like a flying bird. The giant sea beneath was gigantic with its white waves roaring with laughter. What a spectacular sight!!

Just then a part of water from the sea rose upwards like a big hose pipe & splashed into the sky. The crowd panicked and started to run. Screams such as "Tsunami" , "Earthquake" were flying all around.

Before she could realize anything, someone dragged her & she had to run along. The run seemed like a big marathon but in the end she made it.She was one among the few who had managed to come out of the tragic disaster that had occurred few minutes back.
She felt shaky yet relieved.She took out her mobile & tried to reach anyone near & dear...

This scene above happened to occur in my sleep in a state called "dream".
And the she is ofcourse ME !!

The scream was deafening as he paced through the graveyard, alone in the chilly cold night. He felt as if she was screaming right beside him - he could never forget her last cry. His body smelled of blood and even in the little light from the half-lit moon he could see the blood stains on his shirt. Sweat dripped from his forehead like rain water, sadly strange in such weather. He shivered and feared for what he had done a couple of minutes back and this increased his pace. Suddenly he realized that he was being followed but he could not find the courage to turn. But the rustling sound of the leaves made him to panic and in an instant he looked back.

He had been very nervous and his face showed it. He had worked hard to reach here and now he had to face the reality. His expression changed from fear to a smile and then laughter as he heard the huge applause. This was his first shot as an actor.

Art for(of) living

The sun was shining very brightly and especially in such a dirty street it was like in a desert. It was one such day where you don’t want to be out even for a single minute and cover yourself in every possible way to hide the sun. Yet it’s the fate of some to be in the same room as the sun and he was one among them.
He was wearing a very shabby piece of cloth, dirty with dust, drenched in sweat, sitting in a small shade of a very old tree. The tree looked naked without its green leaves and even at this age it helped him. A piece of art was lying there beside him, his hard work for the past few days.
It depicted a beautiful young girl sitting quietly on a small rock. Behind her was the roaring sea, blue in color to match the girl's dress. Her hair was falling on the face yet she didn’t seem to mind it. Very far away there was a ship that looked very tiny with distance lying in the middle of the huge sea. Is the girl thinking of someone who just boarded the ship?
It was such a beautiful art that depicted a thousand words. An old lady passed, she stopped, turned back and had a look at the art. He became happy to have attracted a customer. She came closer, even closer and then stared at him. As if seen a ghost she left the place to his disappointment. This had been the case for him since morning. Either people ran away due to his appearance or they just don't seem to care. But what could he do to change the appearance? How could he afford if people don’t take interest and buy his art. People called him 'Lazy beggar'.
It was in such a state that a gentleman came. First he was disinterested but the girl's face caught his attention .He came nearer and asked him to give the piece, took it in his hand ignoring the trail of dust behind. He analyzed, smiled, looked at him, handed him a 100 bucks and left the place. He was happy to have earned and this was more than what he had expected. Thanking the gentleman and wishing he should live happily in his life, he left the place to get his first meal of the day.
Few months later, clad in a full black suit, he was sitting on the stage. People who looked at him wondered how one could possess such a dignified look. The auditorium was jam packed -it made him to smile. He liked this and it motivated him to achieve more in whatever way possible. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome you all for the felicitation ceremony of Mr. Albert Johnson, renowned painter, whose Lonely girl painting received the……. “

He didn’t hear the rest. He knew what it would be. He was thinking of the price quote he had got for the painting. Latest was US$500 from a banker and he was still waiting to earn more.

“We now request Mr. Albert to say a few words to our art students “

“Dear students, Art means practice, hard work….. “

Down the memory lane

My first story written long time back :)

Down the memory lane..

"Mary had a little lamb" Its me humming while walking through the green rice fields carrying my favorite pink bag now safe in my tight grip.

I passed through that big house - the house which reminds me of "Haunted house" in many stories that I have read. Ok accept it. Mom has told not to tell lies.

That reminds me of the only one story that I have read till now.

Anyway I like that house and the way the creepers climb through the big walls and huge coconut trees that swing with a sound during windy season. But I never like the look of the watch man who always looks with a suspicion whenever we play hide-n-seek around there.

My friend Shalini once told me she saw a big stick in his hands. I wonder why he carries that.

I learn in my school that beating animals is bad. Then how can he ever think of beating children?

May be he didn’t go to school that’s why!!

"Ouch!!! What’s that??"...a small stone on the way.

I moved the stone from the path.

How many people will fall like this? My school miss has taught us about road safety. May be this is not the black road in my home but in Granny's village we don’t see those roads. No big buses also. Granny is always so amused to see those in our home. She can’t survive it. But we are used to anyway and I like Granny this way. The way she tells stories in the backyard. How good they are! She has promised me today she'll tell a story.

And today is special as it’s my birthday :-)

That’s why I'm wearing my pretty new frock with flowers and frills...

And I should Thank God I didn’t fall down else my new dress would’ve been spoiled and mom would be very furious… Mom told me to wear the dress during the party but I wanted to wear now.

I'm supposed to have a small party in the evening and I'm going to cut a cake that dad has ordered from a near by town. There is no cake shop in Granny's village... I’m feeling very proud and happy that people will come to see me, give me gifts…

“Hmm.. let me check my bag” “1, 2,3.” That looks fine... everything is there all the gifts I got early in the morning including this bag that Mom gave...my new pen pencil that dad gave...small earrings given by aunt that matched my dress...and now I'll go home and have my favorite sweet which Granny will prepare specially for me...

“Do I hear a sound now??!!”

“Hmm do I turn around...no. Yes...no...yes.”

“Oh!! Where did he come from.??”

I never expected him to be here. That too on my very special day...

Ok now what should I do. Should I stand and let him go. Or should I run.

Or Should I try to be brave and confront him.

Its getting late now I'm somewhat near my house. I’m near the pond with so many lotuses.

Now I’m still walking...Going through the small bridge...

I turn back; "Hey he is not there now!!" may be if I run I’ll go into my home and escape him. Once I'm there he can’t do anything. I start running...

”What’s this noise...” "Oh …,” he is following me … he has been hiding from me.

I run... he also runs...I run faster he also run faster through the fields, in the muddy road... near the banyan tree...crossing the temple.

I’m about to reach my home but he is very near. He could touch me now...Ok now is the time...

I walk through the gate and enter house...I don’t even know whose house... I tried to close the gate I couldn’t I ran inside the house..

There comes some familiar figure. Do I know her??Oh yes. Its Sharadha Aunty I run towards her...She sees me...sees him...takes a stick and shoos him away..

I go inside and look through the window as the big dark dog walks away...I'm still panting...but I carefully kept all my gifts intact.

Now I think may be I should’ve listened to mom and not worn my new dress.

He is jealous of my new dress!!