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The Flight #4

 

Wondering what happened before?? Here’s it:

The Date #1

The Memory #2

The Hope #3

I was grinning like a 13 year old who’s madly in love. I wondered how in three decades of my life I had never felt this before. I have dated a few girls earlier too but may be that was never Love, as they describe it to be. I felt like a teenage boy in the body of a 30-year-old man. Silly!

Announcement had been made that we were going to land in Mumbai in few more minutes. Mumbai. Yes, here I was. Not for the first time, but surely this was most unpredictable journey ever. I was never the one who would do things unplanned but this time I just knew that this has to be done. I had felt my heart already in my throat as soon as I had booked the tickets, and the excitement had broken all the previous records when the aircraft took off. And all this for just a probability of single sight of hers.

Now, I understood why they people lost their minds in love, I could see that doing it myself. I remembered the call from the from my batchmate who had just moved to Mumbai after five years in London. He was clueless about the city and I was surprised at my own words when they came out of my mouth – “Don’t worry, I’ll help you. I am flying down to Mumbai this weekend. We’ll hunt a house for you.”  I think all this while my heart was waiting for a single opportunity to grab to just be in Mumbai.

Flight landed. I grabbed my bag and made a quick exit as if she would be waiting for me outside.  All this in such a hurry that if someone observed me would have thought me to be a criminal escaping the cops! I didn’t know if I would see her here. But there was this feeling that I would. May this is called hope… or may be love.. or may be idiocity. I smiled like an idiot again. Just the thought of her endearing brown eyes enchanted me.

 

To be continued….

 


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The Hope #3

 

Wondering what happened before?? Here’s it:

The Date #1

The Memory #2

Another week had gone by since I had returned from Pondicherry, I mused. The memories were still fresh from that day. I, once again started the slideshow of those memories in as slow motion as my car was moving in this busy weekend traffic. While I honked mindlessly, I cursed myself why had given in to my colleagues-turned-good-friend’s incessant request to spend this weekend at her place, when I clearly knew what it meant. The nights would be spent doing anything but sleeping. But I had agreed, only I knew why.

He had told me then he had a friend here in Mumbai. I know I was hoping too much when expecting to meet him like that in some pub or restaurant out of sudden were clearly not more than asking for a miracle to happen. But still I hoped, like a silly teenage girl. I hoped liked an idiot that he might have flown in for this weekend and might just bounce into me in one of the thousands of crowded places. But mere thought of having his glimpse again watered the seed of hope in my heart. This is why, I decided to sacrifice my quiet cozy weekend to noisy restless one.

This hope that filled my heart was fighting the demon of Logic in my mind. Was he as anxious as I am or is this just me over-thinking about an ordinary meet? If he was interested enough, he would have atleast dropped me a message by now? We are living in 21st century, when the lives of people are ridiculously rules by gadgets and social network. No approach anywhere! I am uselessly keeping my hope high only to be let down in the end. Just then when the Logic seemed to have killed the Hope, my heart spoke in whispers that we hadn’t exchanged any contacts and my social accounts were deactivated since past one month.

I reached my destination and but the war was still on. I parked the car and walked out to the front door and presses the doorbell. I smiled like an idiot while my heart and head fought over the person who didn’t even own a place in my life yet, a person whom I have met only once. But he had somehow already managed to make a place for himself in my heart. I wondered what one random date can do to my heart… to my mind… and to my life.

To be continued….


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The Memory #2

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Wondering what happened before?? Here’s it:

The Date #1

The sun was saying its goodbye in the most beautiful of the ways possible, which no one else can ever do. The sky seems to be like a canvas on which Nature is playing with the hues of red and orange. I stared blankly at the sunset. Even this beautiful scenery couldn’t beat that beach-side sunset of the previous week.

A week?? It’s been just a week! It feels like years to me. Seven days have gone but still I’m unable to forget her smile, she should smile more often. Seven days have gone yet her laughter resounds in my ears. Seven days have gone and her face still flashes in dreams every time I sleep. Seven days had gone by but I still haven’t mustered up the courage to call her. It was easy getting her number from the database but to send her a message has been harder than I thought.

Various thoughts keep coming back. Will it make me a stalker? What would she think of me? Did she even miss me? She must have forgotten about me by now. What should I write in the message so that I won’t appear clingy? Or should I call her instead and pretend like it’s by chance I called? Nah. She would know I’m faking. Girls always know it, I don’t know how.

The Sun has already set by now but the storm of my thoughts is still up. I got up from the chair in the balcony of my 3BHK home and walked back to my reading room.  I should have taken atleast one picture of us together, I ponder. I took out phone from the pocket of jeans. I looked at her picture that I have saved from the company’s portal. There’s no account of hers on any popular social networking sites that I could find. I wonder what just a random date can do! Was it a Date?? I so want to see her again. But how?

I again type a message for her..

Hi, Remember me from the sunset, previous week?

But should I send it??? The doubt pops up again.

Wondering what happens next?? Here’s it:

The Hope #3


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The Date #1

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“Do you mind joining me to the club tonight?? It’s an awesome place to hangout on a weekend.”

“Are you asking me out for a date?” My sudden question was too blunt for him. He fumbled for words.

“Umm.. not exactly. Just we both are free and we have no where to go until our morning flight takes us back to the concrete city and…..”, he said after a pause, ” and it’s Friday night.”

“So?”

“So, we can spend some time togther, if you want..”, his confidence has been drowned by now.

“That’s not an ideal idea for a date, you know”, I replied as we resumed out walk. Sun was about to set and the birds were flying back home. We walked in silence for another few seconds which seemed like minutes to me.

 

He spoke again but this time he sounded hesitant, “So, What do you think is an ideal date?”

I didn’t reply. Another set of moments passed in silence.

He must have given up hope for my reply when I finally spoke, “Dinner or coffee at some rooftop restaurant with a breathtaking view of the city, would be a nice idea to ask someone out on a tired Friday evening where the cool breeze will unwind our true selves taking off the masks we wear daily in this corporate world.”

“Oh..”, not knowing what to say next, he kept walking assuming I had turned down his offer.

“But for now, just sitting here by the beach and having some street-food might also do the trick”, I said it in a serious matter-of-fact tone. I had stopped walking to see  the effect of my words on him. He turned back to see me standing and I smiled back at him.

We sat in a beach cafe and bade sun goodbye for the day welcoming stars in our life.

Wondering what happens next?? Here’s it:

The Memory #2


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The Formidable Sight

He didn’t look up when she walked to him. She quietly sat near him. As a few moments went by, he spoke in a very low tone, “Are the children asleep?”
“Ummhmmm..”, she nodded with a sound as if to say yes.
“Did they sleep hungry?”
“No, a little was left from yesterday, I fed it to them. But it wasn’t enough.”
He didn’t reply to question his wife didn’t ask but he knew she wanted to.
After a pause of few moments which seemed like hours for them in this uneasy silence, she spoke apprehensively, “What’s the matter? Is everything alright? You haven’t left the place since yesterday. You didn’t eat anything. What happened? Tell me, what happened out there?”
He has never behaved like this ever before. His weird behavior worried his wife.
He didn’t know what to tell her. He had decided not to worry his wife and keep the things to himself, but he wasn’t able to hide it well. He could not put on the facade anymore. After her persistent questioning, he decided to confide her in.
“Don’t let the children go out to play. It’s not safe anymore.”
“Why?” Her husband was not making any sense.
“They are coming for us. I don’t think we have much time left. Either we should run away or we should die!”
“But there isn’t any place to run away. And we can’t let go of this place we call our home.”
“There won’t be any home, there won’t be any food. There will be no life.They are going to destroy our very home in front of our eyes and will kill us too! ” he shouted to vent out the pain of his heart.
“Everyone here is afraid of us. Since ages we are known to rule the Jungles. We are the ferocious tigers. Whosoever they are and wherever they belong to, we will slay them. We won’t let them destroy everything”, she said, the anger of his words filling her heart too.
He spoke again, controlling his anger, “I can’t get the image out of my head. I saw them bringing big machines that clears whole land in one go. What chance do you think we have against them? Along with evil motives, they possess deadly weapons.”
“Who are they?” she asked, visibly scared.
“They can do anything, whether it’s us or our fellow beings. They are the humans from the far-away cities. ”

 


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.


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