The Unusual - Part2 [Short Fiction]

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That evening as she drove back from office-she figured out she was comfortably ahead of her so called life plan. For a woman of twenty six she had fair share of investments, a stable job, independent and healthy (*touchwood*) parents and a very loving relationship with her boyfriend. He was suave, matured, well settled and had enough charm to keep her constantly amused.  “Didi.. Do phool lelo na didi.(Please buy few flowers ) ” She zapped back from deep thoughts that refused to elude her. “Nahi.. Acha..dus ke phool de do ( No.. okay give me flowers for ten rupees).” After momentary distraction at the traffic signal driving on the silken road she nudged her brain cells- Nothing. Nothing.Nothing. Arrghhhhhhh! She shook her head as if affirming the emptiness of her mind and suddenly clamed down.

Climbing up to the fourth floor she smiled at everyone who passed by making friendly little chats on her way. She rushed and shut the door stood in front of a mirror. “Am I happy?”  Her lips instantly bent into a smile and her eyes lit up. Yeah! Hell Yeah! She rummaged around the breakfast table and picked up that paper. She drew a sharp upward slant followed by series of bumps. “Am I sad?” Her hand refused to move. She reluctantly scribbled few lows on the paper. She left the pencil on the table – let it roll over its flat surface and hit the floor breaking its nib.

Chilled water bounced off her skin as she splashed it against her face. In few seconds a layer of white foam covered her features. She popped open her eyes to catch her image in the mirror. She smiled at the snowman bauble staring back at her- hanging above the mirror. Her refection felt same. The smile broadened. She put on her best top and headed out for dinner. She was sensuous, intelligent and carried herself with an unmatched grace. She unlocked the door ran back in for a moment grabbed the paper piece and shoved it in her purse.

Spreading it out with her palm she ironed the folded piece of paper on the table carefully placing it in the dry area between the moist rims of table cloth at the base of the wine glasses. He smiled at her-“ What is this..? A coded love note with a heartbeat?” He waited for her to respond but she didn’t. Instead, she had that  I figured it all smile! He was very familiar with that smile. Back in their early courtship days- he would see her swing up and down for inexplicable reasons. Putting off scheduled dates, getting lost in between conversations… He had almost concluded her to be uninterested in the relationship or too delusional. But just when his irritation would reach its brink she would pace in with a bundle of energy and tell him the most wise explanation connecting life. He had eventually learned that she was unusual and her I figured it all smile! meant something interesting was coming up. He smiled back.

She waited for his initial thoughts to process and die out. She wanted a clean slate to present what she had found. “Okay here you go!” she paused and cleared her throat. “Can you answer a few simple questions?” He raised his glass in response and clinked!

To Be Continued…………….

Read: Part-3

P.S. No.. it is not a love story. :]  Wait for the final Part ;]

The Unusual - Part1 [Short Fiction]

Her eyes fixed on the television screen-following the heartbeat flashing on the ECG of patient Rohnda being treated by Dr. Douglas in ER.  She felt sadness rush through her heart. Her face fell. The dinner she was enjoying till now was left cold. Before she realized the episode ended. On a good day she would have had a wonderful time watching her favourite show, would have slept with a smile with the crazy dialogues running through her head at times making their way into her dreams resulting in waking up with a smile.

Dr. Douglas was as charming as ever.  But, today she bluntly switched off the television. Her eyes painted the heartbeat right in front of her as if they were fixed on her vision like viewing through a funky glass affixed before her twin eyeballs. The tiny crests, the high, the low, the little jumps and little falls-the heartbeat. A faint smile surfaced on her lips. She pulled out a piece of paper and drew a horizontal line across it. She put a dot below it. Suddenly feeling tired she snuggled under her rug after switching off the lights. Beneath shut eyelids she tried to process a reason for this abysmal low she felt. She smiled again at the irony -how she shut off the lights in these strange dark nights and looked for answers. Before she could decide the reason sleep had won the battle over thoughts and her mind shutdown into a dreamless slumber.

Next morning – she looked at the piece of paper. She saw the little dot below the line. She took a bite of the   ginger toast, sipped in some coffee and spent a few seconds before she drew the path of a plane take off right from the dot above the line that cut the sheet into two equal halves. She tried to figure out a reason again. But morning time was way too demanding to be invested in crazy little thoughts. So, brushing aside everything she rushed over the hectic schedule for the day. She knew she would get back to it in the evening rather for few more evenings.


To be continued.. 

Read: Part-2
Read: Part-3

P.S: The story is very unusual. It is not a love story. It is not a story about pain. It is not like any other story that would have read. But in the end it does have something to convey. Wait for the next two parts. :)

P.P.S: This is my first public attempt at short fiction - be kind and tell me what you think.

Love Note (Haiku)

Tell me about love

That you wrapped around my heart

It grows everyday!

~Sam

P.S. I thought of putting up a pic of a mother and a daughter but blogger didn't allow. :P [It is in 'love']

Fluid

Have you ever seen a still lake.. you pop one stone into it and the whole thing floats, forms beautiful ripples -layer by layer, ring by ring it spreads. It oscillates, it vibrates to that one motion set in by an unknown object tossed in, right there, out of the blue. At that moment the stillness of the lake- It's natural balance loses it's sheen. It gets a whole new meaning to it. As it was fluid just to feel this. It is it's very basic nature - fluid. 

Many times it happens that we are like the still lake. Clam. Serene and peaceful in our own lives and suddenly "plub" somebody tosses in a emotion unfamiliar, unknown unexpected- out of the blue. It could be the inexplicable pain you experience by looking at a child begging because he knows nothing better. It could be the unexpressed fear for a old stranger who is crossing a busy road. It could be the love that fills your heart when you see someone you never knew- madly into each other. It could be the joy, that smile on an unknown face that makes you happy without knowing what happened. It doesn't matter- if you don't know. 

In a moment the emotion hits us and before we know and realize.. there are these little crests formed in our fluid lives. Molecule by molecule. Affecting us. These emotions float on the surface like a weighless leaf that gently glides on the water leaving a trail.Or they are like the ripples that make the otherwise dull lake relive with dynamic enthusiasm. We don't comprehend how these people surrounding us are tossing in there emotions. How we are tossing our emotions into their lives. It is beautiful. If you truly understand what I say.. because I have no words to describe that feeling.

At the end of that moment when the motion ceases. The crests, the waves vanish. It is not the end. What happens to the stone that gets tossed in the lake? It slides down and slips to the bottom. It rests on the bed. And the lake and the unknown object. Co-exist. That's what happens to us too. The emotions we feel for no particular reason- we find balance in them. They sink in our souls- teach us something and we live with them. Still again yet fluid. And it is beautiful. 

Heart of Gold

Lost in the merry and the cries of living

Burden of joy that didn’t sprout from within

She embarked on a journey- to feel akin

To the beautiful soul that had been

She trotted the paths she had never known

She threw away everything she called her own

She trampled all once treated with glassy care

A realization of mundane -sordid satire

It wasn't the wisdom of the learned or the old

Nor it was the travel to a distance- far ashore

It was her spirit that unveiled a tale untold

A luminous smile-from her heart of gold!

~Sam

P.S. This poem is inspired by the main protagonist of the movie- Eat Pray Love

A serenade..

Hope you too caught the beautiful moon

As lush clouds hugged the night sky

Hope with the breeze you felt attune

As music played when it brushed by

Hope you too danced slow somewhere far

As I cradled myself and gently swayed

Hope you too heard me sing alone

As it was for you- a serenade!

~Sam

55 Fiction #13: The Big Wink!

Clam weather. Soulful wind. Engine grumble of a Royal Enfield .  Perfect ride.  He smiled. His thoughts were suddenly halted by a buzzing bug. It came out of nowhere and squished right into his eye. He shut his one eyelid….

 A pleasant voice hurled some unpleasant words at him- “You b@&+@?# winking huh??”

Arrrgh Women!

P.S: Written based on few observations. Now the sample could be flawed ;)

Comedy Affair!!

It seemed like an endless endeavour

For this otherwise clever girl, however

She managed to confuse simple routes

Bought expensive plants without roots

She got wet in the rain in her office wear

She smiled at the ones with a shocked stare

Dropped money not a 100 but a grand on the road

Even managed to get her vehicle towed

She walked, she tripped, broke sandals on flat grounds

The laughter she spread was competitive to the clowns

The wind blew and messed up her hair

        With ruffled bristles on head, she walked unaware

Didn't she worry, didn’t she care?

With some flops everyday it was a comedy affair!!

~Sam

P.S. Based on the life  of a real, living creature- me!

The complaint list!

1. The sink that won't drain by itself

2. The voltage fluctuations  leave me sitting in a dim yellow light because the tube-lights won't switch on

3. The voltage fluctuations.. choke my fan and make it swirl like it is dying a silent death

4. My inability to keep my door open to let the wind gush around my room because I am too paranoid about the little kiddy next door who will irrespective of my time and mood want to play Goa-Goa, Aunty-Aunty or Baba-Baba (Don't ask.. what games!)

5. How annoying could it be to NOT use a speaker that can blast awesome music left right and center and fill your little home with some life.

6. The vehicle which is squeezing out all the stupid cash I could have mindlessly spent and felt little happy. Wait.. it is the repair guys who are killing my vehicle.

7.Mindless powercuts..! To come home and walk into darkness.

8. Clothes.. How do I wash them. The dhobi tore off my awesome kurta..! I have a pile of month old used clothes.  Have something stupid to wear for office.

9. Would girls die of they didn't crowd the loo for their little make-up sessions in the middle of work. What the heck..they spend 98% of the time staring at the monitor... what is their aim.. I mean.. do they want to seduce the monitor make it kiss them?

10. Clutter!! I have messed up my home :( it needs full on clean up!

Parallel worlds

Our eyes glanced at the radiant sun

Dreams were dreamt on cotton clouds

Two pair of feet in synchrony, on the earth we ran

Days were spent dipped in the sherry

Conversations spun like forest fires

Hearts were numbed, unfazed in the rain

Mind unattended, begged to differ

Vision blinded under wraps of love

Million cells, once owned- lost self recognition

Mere responding to the rhythm of the paired

Thoughts suspended in a rut without care

World warned as days, months and years were done

Today we are here back to life

Eyes pinch, noticing the changes once uncared for

Time demands the years lived in a parallel world

People lost- blaming we ignored them all

The mirror faces an unknown image

Memories erased- what do we know?

~Sam

P.S: This.. I think is a prose.

Nature Hearts..

When you pause to hear the iridescent rain

Your words sink but I drench in your thoughts

When you talk about the leaves, the swaying trees

Your images like the wind –tousle, brush past my mind

When you describe your lone walks in the Gulmohar lanes

I see a red hue blind my eyes and my heart blooms

When you tell me about nature, Like I tell it to the world

I know I have found you.. a mate for my soul

~Sam

Let it go...

Dove, that flutters free in the sky

If I cage it won’t its beauty die?

Flower, which adorns a youthful tree

If I cut it will its grace survive?

Wind, that blows, twirls and swirls

If I hold it in my arms can I make it stay?

Moon, that lights up the lovely night sky

If I clasp it in my palm won’t the sight pale?

Love, wild, subtle and juvenile

If I lock it in my heart won’t I stop it grow?

Life , of worries, wishes and dreams..

If I could let it free, let it go!

~Sam

Gulmohar! (Haiku)

Glowing and fiery

In the mellow morning light

Eyes espied passion!  

~Sam