Moonstruck! First Valentine!

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She stormed in through the door pushing the waiter aside walking straight at the end of the restaurant. The waiter turned and so did all the young couples seated to celebrate the occasion. The slow jazz in her head had been replaced with hard rock where the image she saw in a split second was playing like a leaf falling from a tree in slow motion again and again.

She dumped herself on the last large round corner table, which was beautifully laid with a white laced tablecloth, flowers neatly arranged, a red candle lit next to ‘reserved’ label placed. She was neither in a state nor mood to notice any detail around. Her head was on fire and her tears were play hide and seek of not embarrassing her in public.

“How could he?” she said to herself disconsolately.

“Who?” a voice fell on her ears like the cold breeze that comes through when you open the window to a heated room.

She tried to look at the frame on the other side of the candle; the candle light was not enough to get a glimpse more than a white shirt, a side of a neck and his lips.

She was shaken from her thoughts, “I am sorry, this is reserved.” She said trying to get up noticing the label placed on the table.

“No, it’s not reserved, it’s complicated, you can sit here!” he said on a lighter note. As she stood he noticed her over the candle light in a beautiful white dress, long earrings that dangled and playfully touching her shoulders, her delicate hands holding yellow lilies making a perfect combination against her white background. She kept moving her bracelet against her wrist with one hand making a public display of her mental state. She was in six inch stilettos, moving her weight from one foot to another making it obvious she wasn’t used to them.

“You may sit, till you gather yourself.” He gestured with his hand. She noticed his hand, sleeves rolled up, strong hands, long fingers.

She sat dropping the flowers next to the gift, “I don’t need to gather myself, I did all I could.”

“Am sure you did, I mean flowers, gift and…what more could you do.” His voice had a charm and she could feel the chuckle.

“and…”

“I mean and you, perfect for the occasion, isn’t it, so I truly agree how could he?” now she could see his smile too.

“I never thought it would be her, I saw them today, hand in hand, kissing zealously.”

“oh so that the problem, he kissed her. Anyway, I am Rohan. He said moving his hand towards her.

“Hi, I am Ananya, she shook his hand hesitantly and immediately took it back.” She hadn’t felt rougher hands than those. “and that’s not the problem….I mean the kissing bit.”

“Then…the hand in hand bit…by the way nice to meet you Ananya.” He chortled again.

“No, it’s my 25th birthday today.”

“Ah, that’s the problem Ananya, It shouldn’t be women get better with age.”

“Ahhh, no, it is him with her, that’s the problem.” She at last blurted out.

The waiter stood there like the hour hand of the clock looking at the minute and the second’s hand.

“Now what?” she looked arrow straight at him.

“Can you please get us two white wines and something to eat please?” Rohan directed the hour hand to move.

“Vegetarian” the seconds hand announced.

“So he with her, how long?” Rohan tried getting analytic.

“I don’t know, I don’t want to know, she didn’t look great, I thought my birthday would be a big thing for him, at least that’s what he said a few days back. And this was my first formal Valentine.”

“Formal?”

“Yes for the rest, I just told my friends I had one, but actually sat back home watching movies and munching popcorn. Are you writing something?”

“ahhh get that, so formal Valentine.” He paused, “Writing, no, nothing.”

The wine arrived and so did the VEG starters. Rohan raised the glass and looked at her; she had plunged into the eateries.”

He raised his glass, “Happy Birthday Ananya”…Ananya gave a puzzled look with her mouth stuffed.

“You know I have been starving since last 2 months, to look the best this day…and he just didn’t care…now I realize, I am so hungry.”

“Mission accomplished, eat to your hearts content.”

She spoke of her quirks and he heard it with delight giving her a new perspective to look at things. A long dinner went on for 2 hours exchanging details about her.

“And that’s how I fell for him; I was so looking forward to have him as my valentine and to exchange gifts, but the sight I saw. I would never speak to him ever.”

“Ananya!” Rohan stopped her from whining further and came a little close to her and sat next to her.

She saw him, “Ruffled hair, sharp eyes and nose, thin lips, light stubble and his strong arms made him look very handsome.

“Ananya” he shook her from her reverie. There is nothing that ever is bad, everything happens for a reason and happens for good, okay!

For Ananya, she has fallen in love at first sight…”yes” she murmured hiding her admiration being exposed.

“Do you love or miss him?”

“No, I realize I don’t but it was my first valentine, I had thought of a lovely dinner, flowers, exchange of gifts….”

“Did you have one already?” he smiled.

She noticed the candle light, the beautiful ambiance, then flowers…it was all there.

He picked up a flower from the vase, “Will you be my Valentine?”

“Yes, I will…” she was happiness personified. “But my gift?” added gleefully.

“Oh..” he made a gloomy face and handed over a piece of paper to her, “will this do?”

She was mesmerized at what she saw, a beautiful portrait of hers. “It looks so live, thank you…I …I don’t believe you drew me so well. Thank you…I mean…”

“Shhhh…so now you have a gift too.” I am an artist, had come to capture some valentine moments for my story…with no idea I would meet my Valentine here.

“Can I drop you home?” Ananya offered, “I promise I wouldn’t whine now.”

“Okay, let’s go, I wouldn’t let you whine ever.”

V Day Dilemmas – A Fiction

Valentine Dilemmas

 

Ranjit had planned it all well; he was particularly waiting for this Valentine’s Day to gift Sheetal, his girlfriend since 8 months (ok, 7 months 9 days 14 hours according to Sheetal) a nice tangible present. Times have surely changed Ranjit thought to himself, who believes in the emotion of love or beautiful words, it’s all about the occasion “Valentine’s Day” and “the tangible gift” for which he had left on a half day leave from work to scout and keep his girlfriend happy.

The yellow and white lilies were picked and a check marked on the list. He walked into Palladium and started window shopping the big brand shops that would match her taste. None of the hand bags on display had a price tag on it. He wasn’t sure if walking in and just asking for prices and not buying was as per “rules” of brand shopping. He was casually walking down the aisle when he peeped into the Gucci shop. The two saleswomen gave pleasant comforting smiles that prompted him to walk in. The store was a huge hall with a big chandelier in between, he got seated on one of the leather fur sofas as the saleswoman started displaying the new, regular and vintage collection. After seeing around 7 bags he was thoroughly confused on which one to pick, all of them were elegant and would suit Sheetal he thought. He checked the prices and was relieved that he had saved more than enough to select the best.

Rohan entered the store in great hurry. “Could you show me the Cabas collection in bamboo, both leather and en python please.” He crisply asked and lost himself in his blackberry. He looked at the handbags and frowned a bit. “I think she already has these, in the new collection anything?” he said irresolute. “Sir, this is the new collection.” said the saleswoman curtly. He started glancing through the store at all the beautifully displayed handbags when his eye fell on the uncertain Ranjit and he smiled.

“Hi there.” Walking up to him he tried starting a conversation. Ranjit turned and stood next to him. “I am Rohan.” “Hello myself Ranjit.” he responded ambivalently. “I am here to get a present for my wife, Ananya. I know this sounds a bit odd, but would it be possible for you to give me that bouquet of yellow and while lilies. They are her favourite and it would remind her of our first Valentine when I gifted these. I would accompany a hand written poem of mine, she would value it over any other gift I’d buy for her.” He completed in one go ending with a broad smile. “Yes sure Rohan, take it man. Anything to keep the woman happy.” He said handing over the bouquet and patting Rohan’s arm. “Thanks dude, you are here to buy your wife a gift?” Rohan added. “No, haven’t reached there, still a girlfriend, it’s difficult to choose one in this large collection.” He smiled. “I insist please let me do something for this bouquet that you so gratefully gave me without any apprehension.” After much hesitance and lot of insisting Ranjit accepted the best of Cabas collection from Rohan. They exchanged cards and decided to meet over drinks the next Saturday.

 

 

 

An unusual love letter

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Bang Bang – That Awful Sound!

Ananya clad in a burka just to avoid acquaintances, turned right onto the narrow Barauni lane, she read the piece of paper from under her veil, Room no 113, Kisbar makaan, Barauni road, Bihar 851116 it read. She was in the right lane as she paced to find the said building.

“Bhaijaan….Bhaijaan” she hushed knocking the door.

“ji, aayiye.” Abdul said opening the door.

“Is it ready?” enquired Ananya.

“How many?” questioned Abdul.

“Two.” confirmed Ananya.

“Ok.” Abdul walked to the other room where the karigars (workers) were seated engrossed working. Ananya sat on a rolled cotton mattresses looking nervously around the dusty dingy room. She kept shaking her legs making her restlessness evident. Abdul returned in 5 minutes. She got up but again sat down after Abdul gestured her to do so.

“These are the best handmade pistols in India. Munger made pistol come with a guarantee of never giving up on the owner. “ he said with utmost pride assembling the pistols.

“One magazine is free with each piece. Hope you know how to operate it? Do you want it for yourself? Why two?” He looked at her handing one of them on her hand.

“No…no I don’t.” As Ananya held it with trembling hands.

Adbul demoed it to her without firing a shot. Ananya tried it on another the same way. He wrapped both in a piece of cloth and gave it to her.”

“I am giving this to you as you are Nisreen’s friend. Handle with care, it’s no joke.” He warned her.

Ananya kept the wrapped pieces in her bag that hung from her shoulder. “ji bhaijaan.” She responded handing over the bundle of notes to Abdul. “It’s as agreed 30 for 2.”

“Where did you arrange this Ananya?” he questioned again.

Ananya just turned and walked silently, she would never tell anyone that she robbed her own house of the money kept for her marriage.

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“True lovers we are.” Anupam said in a confident tone kissing Ananya’s forehead. He scanned the surroundings swiftly not a soul except for the maize crop that swayed with the wind.

“My parents will never agree or understand our true love. They have never understood me in the past 16 years.” Ananya said handing over the cloth wrapped pistol.

“I know, I know. My family is my father and where has he understood me in past 23 years, I never tried convincing him for any girl I had an affair with earlier, I love you truly and tried telling him and what did I get a slap in return. No one can understand us Ananya, no one. Have you not heard of all the true love stories, the give up on their lives for oneness.” Spoke Anupam boastfully.

“My ma loves me a lot; I don’t know what will happen of her. My father, I am the only child. I am scared Anupam, are we doing right?” Ananya was scared and sceptical.

“I always knew your love was not true. True lovers never question, they just sacrifice. They don’t chicken out like you. What will you love when you can’t do this much. You are ordinary just like others. ” Exclaimed Anupam angrily.

“No, please don’t be upset. I know this is the only way to be together. I have faith. I will do anything for our union, our oneness.” She said picking up the pistol.

“Okay.” Anupam picked the pistol too.

“Now listen to me carefully. I will count 3….2….and at the count of 1, we both say I love you and shoot. Here…” he said pointing at his heart. They both stood up, he smooched her deep before pushing her a foot apart pointing the pistol at her. Ananya tried to hold the pistol straight with unsteady hands.

“3….” Anupam said aloud.

“2….” He continued.

“1…..”

“I love….” Ananya whispered with a choked voice tears rolling down her face.

A gun shot disturbed all the birds as they scattered in the evening sky chirping loud. One body fell on the ground with a bullet hit in the head. Anupam walked towards her, shook the body with his foot. He pulled her dupatta and placed it on her head. He walked away smiling without remorse screaming “I love you Ananya, I love you…..Love…hahah…my foot.”  His phone rang, the name flashed Nisreen.

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Never ending wait

„Are you upset at me, again? “ Ananya asked lovingly.
“Look, Rohan, I don’t like to be late on purpose you know that. Now stop looking at me like that with a sullen face please.” She said pushing the bunch of yellow lilies towards him.
One of the lilies moved with the breeze and touched his face. She picked it, kissed it and kept it back again.
He always called her in this garden when the world would want to meet for movies, coffee or restaurants. She felt it was their time together where she could always talk at length, free without being nudged by anyone.  
“Did I tell you about my dream…of course it was our dream?” He remained silent looking at her radiant face and a strand of hair constantly flowing from her cheek and getting stuck to her lips as she spoke. As the zephyr played with her hair, she pulled the strand and neatly tucked it behind her ear and it playfully flew on her cheek again. She let it be.
Rohan looked affectionately, this dream came in as a harbingerof the same story she repeated every time they met.
She started,” We were sitting in this same park, talking sweet nothings to each other. Planning the way we would want our parents to know about us. You did suggest you being the only child of your parents; they should come and talk to mine.”
A ball came and hit Rohan’s leg. Ananya playfully picked it up and threw it towards the child and continued. “My brother came and asked me to reach home urgently as Ma had fallen off the stairs. You immediately asked me to rush and promised me to come back and meet you in this park.”
“Rohan, since that day I have been coming here to meet you and ask you what happened and you have just chosen to not respond.”
He said nothing and sat in deadening stillness.
She too sat there in silence, whining and coaxing to get an answer but in vain. The ingénue Ananya as always picked up the flowers left it near him and left with a promise to meet the next day.
मज़ार  -ए -कैस पर जब रूहे लैला इक दिन आयी 
तोह अरमानों के मुरझाए कुछ फूल भी लायी 
लगी जब फूल वह रखने तोह कब्र से आवाज़ आयी 
चढ़ाना फूल जानेमन मगर आहिस्ता आहिस्ता। 

The Infinite Wait

 
„Are you upset at me, again? “ Ananya asked lovingly.

“Look, Anupam, I don’t like to be late on purpose you know
that. Now stop looking at me like that with a sullen face please.” She said
pushing the bunch of yellow lilies towards him.

One of the lilies moved with the breeze and touched his
face. She picked it, kissed it and kept it back again.

He always called her in this garden when the world would
want to meet for movies, coffee or restaurants. She felt it was their time
together where she could always talk at length, free without being nudged by
anyone.  

“Did I tell you about my dream…of course it was our dream?”
He remained silent looking at her radiant face and a strand of hair constantly
flowing from her cheek and getting stuck to her lips as she spoke. As the zephyr
played with her hair, she pulled the strand and neatly tucked it behind her ear
and it playfully flew on her cheek again. She let it be.

Anupam looked affectionately,
this dream came in as a harbinger
of the same story she repeated every time they met.

She started,” We
were sitting in this same park, talking sweet nothings to each other. Planning
the way we would want our parents to know about us. You did suggest you being
the only child of your parents; they should come and talk to mine.”

A ball came and
hit Anupam’s leg. Ananya playfully picked it up and threw it towards the child
and continued. “My brother came and asked me to reach home urgently as Ma had
fallen off the stairs. You immediately asked me to rush and promised me to come
back and meet you in this park.”

“Anupam, since
that day I have been coming here to meet you and ask you what happened and you
have just chosen to not respond.”

He said nothing
and sat in deadening stillness.

She too sat there
in silence, whining and coaxing to get an answer but in vain. The ingénue Ananya
as always picked up the flowers left it near him and left with a promise to
meet the next day.
 
मज़ार  -ए -कैस पर जब रूहे लैला इक दिन आयी 
तोह अरमानों के मुरझाए कुछ फूल भी लायी 
लगी जब फूल वह रखने तोह कब्र से आवाज़ आयी 
चढ़ाना फूल जानेमन मगर आहिस्ता आहिस्ता। 

The Two Incomplete Halves.

 
 
She was
feeling everyone stare at her as she walked into the canteen to have tea.

“Do you
see her bob cut hair?” Shilpa whispered.

“And
where’s her cigarette, didn’t see her pack since morning.” Viral added.

“That’s what
rehabs do, don’t they? They get you rid of certain habits.” Shilpa chuckled
again.
Avoiding all the talk Ananya darted her way to the
farthest table of the canteen. She looked at her watch, it was just 16.00, two
more hours to go and she can avoid all talk and leave office, she thought to herself.
Ananya felt utterly disconcerted.

Just a table away, “Look Ananya is back, wo…she
looks different.”

“Yeah, she looks hotter with the new look.”

“No I mean, looks like her rehab rumor and 3 month sabbatical
sounds real now.”

“Wasn’t she involved with that tall guy?”

“Of course she was, in fact he left her I hear.”

“Anyway she is not worth it, sad, depressed.”

In trepidation Ananya grabbed her tea cup with both
hands and closed her eyes squeezing the cup hard trying to meditate and count
from 10 to 1 as the therapist had instructed in case she felt anxious and needed
to avoid negative thoughts.

10…

 “Why can’t
we be together Ananya?

09…..

“My parents would never agree to me marrying a non-Brahmin,
Rohan.”

08…

“We love each other, tell your parents nothing can
come between us.”

07…..

“Why don’t you understand, my parents have told me
to be away and not talk to you.”

06….

“Tell those pricks, enough is enough. Stop getting
emotionally blackmailed. Or else I will lose it.”

05….

“Why lose it Rohan, don’t say a word to my parents
ok?”

04….

“They are, in fact they are the worst parents
anyone can have, and they don’t understand your wishes. I will show them what I
am; they need to be taught a lesson.”

03….

“Stttoppp ittt Rohaaan, yooou starttted agaaiin.
Mmmy parrrentsss arree aaall I hhave; theeey hhhave ddd..done eeeverything fo..fo..foor
me. D..D..Don’t you abussse th..them.”

02….

“Ananya, I have lost it. Listen I don’t want a
thing from you. Just get lost you stammering b**** and ask your parents too.
You don’t deserve me. You are nothing but an incomplete sick stammering woman. I
leave you now.”

01…..

“R..R…R..Rohan…..”

00

“A…Ann..Annnaya.”

Ananya slammed a tight slap on his face as she
opened her eyes in rage. She was pulled back to reality. He stood there holding
his red cheek, tears welled up.

“The…teaaa..wwasss …spilllinnngg…ittt..woulldd…sc..sc..scald…you.
Sooo..ii thougghhtt …buutt you..”

“Yooou staaammmer? Whattt’s youuur n…name?” Ananya
asked looking straight into his eyes.

“A..A..A…Anupam.”

Ananya’s anxiety melted in a second. She had met
someone who was like her, a mirror image.

“D..D…D..Do yyou want tea?” The conversation had
just begun between the two incomplete halves.

 Note: Neither Ananya nor Anupam with their stammering were never incomplete, incomplete were those who could not understand them.

 

It takes two to Tango!

“The tea is on the table. “ She said in a disconcerting tone as she sat on the adjacent chair of the round dining table with 4 chairs.
“You know I have never had tea without you, Ananya.” He replied in a consoling tone.

“So?” She exclaimed.

“Why do you always think I am at fault? Is asking for your time and hearing you are busy my lookout? You should have never got married if you didn’t have time for me.” She grabbed her breath by the time the last words came out of her mouth.

“I promise I will take care, Ananya. I will try really hard to live up to your expectations.” He lovingly said picking up the yellow lilies and presenting it to her. “I love you, now hug me.” He demanded.

“No, you hug me.” She hushed, looking at the flowers and smelling them.

He got up and embraced her tight.

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Ananya sat at the table looking at the phone; she picked it up the 17th time to check for messages. All she saw was he last sent, “You never have time for me, all I hear is I am busy.”

She put the phone down again, wishing there were an alarm that warned, “You are seeing your phone too much!”

Restless and anxious she walked up and down the living room, glancing at the tea cup, phone, chair and door…as she paced up through the room….tea cup, phone, chair, door…tea cup, phone, chair and door..tea cup, phone, chair and door!
She played the scene again and again in her mind to the extent that she edited it and was ready for a hug the minute the doorbell would ring.

The doorbell rang; she rushed to open it…

Door open!

Arms almost ready!

“Madam, bag, sahib aayenge abhi!” I just missed a faux pas, she thought to herself.

She dejectedly tuned to walk back, tea cup, phone, chair…

Footsteps…

She turned!

“Sharma, I don’t know anything, you got to make the payment available. I am answerable to my senior.” He rushed in talking to someone, straight to his bed room!

Ananya sat at the chair and sipped the tea, scrolling through the WhatsApp forwards on her phone!

Moonstruck! First Valentine!

For the corporate world, the celebration
for the occassion is when time permits. So after a marathon of two back to back
RFPs and heaps of work…I realised Valentines came and passed like a fast train
that does not stop infront of a passenger waiting at the station 🙁

Not really isn’t it…so here’s wishing all
my dearest readers a very very happy Valentine’s day.

She stormed in through the door pushing the
waiter aside walking straight at the end of the restaurant. The waiter turned
and so did all the young couples seated to celebrate the occasion. The slow
jazz in her head had been replaced with hard rock where the image she saw in a
split second was playing like a leaf falling from a tree in slow motion again
and again.

She dumped herself on the last large round
corner table, which was beautifully laid with a white laced tablecloth, flowers
neatly arranged, a red candle lit next to ‘reserved’ label placed. She was
neither in a state nor mood to notice any detail around. Her head was on fire
and her tears were play hide and seek of not embarrassing her in public.

“How could he?” she said to herself
disconsolately.

“Who?” a voice fell on her ears like the
cold breeze that comes through when you open the window to a heated room.

She tried to look at the frame on the other
side of the candle; the candle light was not enough to get a glimpse more than
a white shirt, a side of a neck and his lips.

She was shaken from her thoughts, “I am
sorry, this is reserved.” She said trying to get up noticing the label placed
on the table.

“No, it’s not reserved, it’s complicated,
you can sit here!” he said on a lighter note. As she stood he noticed her over
the candle light in a beautiful white dress, long earrings that dangled and
playfully touching her shoulders, her delicate hands holding yellow lilies
making a perfect combination against her white background.  She kept moving her bracelet against her
wrist with one hand making a public display of her mental state. She was in six
inch stilettoes, moving her weight from one foot to another making it obvious
she wasn’t used to them.

“You may sit, till you gather yourself.” He
gestured with his hand. She noticed his hand, sleeves rolled up, strong hands,
long fingers.

She sat dropping the flowers next to the
gift, “I don’t need to gather myself, I did all I could.”

“Am sure you did, I mean flowers, gift
and…what more could you do.” His voice had a charm and she could feel the
chuckle.

“and…”

“I mean and you, perfect for the occasion,
isn’t it, so I truly agree how could he?” now she could see his smile too.

“I never thought it would be her, I saw
them today, hand in hand, kissing zealously.”

“oh so that the problem, he kissed her.
Anyway, I am Rohan. He said moving his hand towards her.

“Hi, I am Ananya, she shook his hand
hesitantly and immediately took it back.” She hadn’t felt rougher hands than
those. “and that’s not the problem….I mean the kissing bit.”

“Then…the hand in hand bit…btw nice to meet
you Ananya.” He chortled again.

“No, it’s my 25th birthday
today.”

“Ah, that’s the problem Ananya, It
shouldn’t be women get better with age.”

“Ahhh, no, it is him with her, thats the
problem.” She at last blurted out.

The waiter stood there like the hour hand
of the clock looking at the minute and the second’s hand.

“Now what?” she looked arrow straight at
him.

“Can you please get us two white wines and
something to eat please?” Rohan directed the hour hand to move.

“Vegetarian” the seconds hand announced.

“So he with her, how long?” Rohan tried
getting analytical.

“I don’t know, I don’t want to know, she
didn’t look great, I thought my birthday would be a big thing for him, at least
that’s what he said a few days back. And this was my first formal Valentine.”

“Formal?”

“Yes for the rest, I just told my friends I
had one, but actually sat back home watching movies and munching popcorn. Are
you writing something?”

“ahhh get that, so formal Valentine.” He
paused, “Writing, no, nothing.”

The wine arrived and so did the VEG
starters. Rohan raised the glass and looked at her; she had plunged into the
eateries.”

He raised his glass, “Happy Birthday
Ananya”…Ananya gave a puzzled look with her mouth stuffed.

“You know I have been starving since last 2
months, to look the best this day…and he just didn’t care…now I realise, I am
so hungry.”

“Mission accomplished, eat to your hearts
content.”

She spoke of her quirks and he heard it
with delight giving her a new perspective to look at things. A long dinner went
on for 2 hours exchanging details about her.

“And that’s how I fell for him; I was so
looking forward to have him as my valentine and to exchange gifts, but the
sight I saw. I would never speak to him ever.”

“Ananya!” Rohan stopped her from
whining further and came a little close to her and sat next to her.

She saw him, “Ruffled hair, sharp eyes and
nose, thin lips, light stubble and his strong arms made him look very handsome.

“Ananya” he shook her from her reverie.
There is nothing that ever is bad, everything happens for a reason and happens
for good, okay!

For Ananya, she has fallen in love at
first sight…”yes” she murmured hiding her admiration being exposed.

“Do you love or miss him?”

“No, I realise I don’t but it was my first
valentine, I had thought of a lovely dinner, flowers, exchange of gifts….”

“Did you have one already?” he smiled.

She realised the candle light, the
beautiful ambience, then flowers…it was all there.

He picked up a flower from the vase, “Will
you be my Valentine?”

“Yes, I will…” she was happiness
personified. “But my gift?”

“Oh..” he made a gloomy face and handed
over a piece of paper to her, “will this do?”

She was mesmerised at what she saw, a
beautiful portrait of hers. “It looks so live, thank you…I …I don’t believe you
drew me so well. Thank you…I mean…”

“Shhhh…so now you have a gift too.” I am an
artist, had come to capture some valentine moments for my story…with no idea I
would meet my Valentine here.

“Can I drop you home?” Ananya offered, “I
promise I wouldn’t whine now.”

“Okay, let’s go, I wouldn’t let you whine
ever.”

 

Ani….The Girl Next Door!

“Can you repeat the drink and make it on the rocks” she said in a dejected feeble voice looking away from the bartender. She thought that in the journey she had lost the woman she once was, aggressive, confident and full of life. “Mam here’s your drink, would you like something to eat too” she did not answer to the bartender’s question. She was lost in the thoughts of what had been happening for the past one year. She loved him, had become very dependent on him and he loved her too but his anger had no bounds. She was high after her fourth drink but still the evening scar was fresh in her mind. She still remembered the fight they had in the car on the busy streets of Mathura road. “How can you not speak to your parents about us? They got you engaged, you said nothing and still you don’t want to speak to them about us? What do I ask for just us being together, just your hand. This has been going on for six months now.” Rohan’s rage was not a surprise to Ani. They had been together for 3 years now. But since she had been engaged to her parents’ wishes things had been worse. “I hate you for the way you are. Women like you who cannot make decisions have no right to live.” Tears rolled from Ani’s eyes she said nothing and as the car stopped at the signal she quietly got down.” She crossed over to the other side not noticing the speeding car through her tearful eyes. The car braked hard just missing her by an inch. The driver rolled the window to shout out “why are you using my car to die, there are other ways too, try those.” She looked at him and moved away.

“Mam here’s your phone, the charger is not working, and the battery is breathing its last.” Ani was brought to the present by the bartender. She took at the phone and kept aside and sipped the last bit of the drink left in her glass. “rrrrepeaat pleassse” is all she could say. The bartender cautioned her “Mam I suggest you shouldn’t have more, how will you go home?” Ani smiled and thought why would she go home now? She was here so that she could not be in her senses and be brave enough to end her life. It would pain less then she wondered. Rohan found her meek and unwanted, her parents did not understand her and there was no motive to go on further she thought. She picked her mobile and started reading the text messages. They were the only support that would bring her back when Rohan fought with her. He would then send a message apologizing for his hot temper and saying nice things to her. There were no messages this time though it had been six hours since she got down from the car. She clicked on new message and typed “your worry is over now” and sent flashed on the mobile. She sipped the drink as she was ready for what she had come to this dingy bar in Khan Market for. She couldn’t imagine that Rohan and she had spent hours at the Barista opposite this bar whispering sweet nothings to each other and today she was here to see her last bit. The phone beeped and Rohan messaged “where are you, I hope you are not at some ……….” The cell phone battery died.

The bar was abuzz now and people were staring at the pretty woman at the corner table sitting alone. Ani had given up on things but was not aware of the consequences could be. She was almost five drinks down and was not in a position to look around. Her head had started pounding hard and the rock music was hitting her badly. The stout bar owner was observing her from the last three hours and now knew that she wouldn’t take more. The group of young boys who just entered wanted the table and so he gestured the bartender to ask her to vacant the table. The bartender politely asked her if she would like to order something to eat. He was aware of how fast she has drunk. He was also aware that her mobile had given up and she was in no state to go home, he too was on duty and couldn’t do much. Ani instead asked for the cheque. She couldn’t read the amount on the bill, she dug her hand in the large purse she carried and pulled her hand out. It was the bottle of sleeping pills she had purchased in the evening telling the chemist she will get the prescription in half an hour. After a lot of effort she placed a thousand rupee note and tried to get up. She dropped on the seat. She again tried and got up. She felt extremely dizzy and nauseatic and could barely place her feet firm on the floor. The bar was dark and as she moved to the staircase, she held the railing and tried to concentrate on the steps. The stout bar owner followed her. The staircase was narrow and the bar owner stood behind her and whispered, where do you stay? Should I drop you home?”

Ani had a shocked expression when she turned towards him. She in one minute realized what trouble she was in and the consequences could be rude. She wanted to hurry and run towards the last step and out of the door but her senses gave way. She held the railing tight, her palms sweaty as she stepped down, the bar owner following her. The minute she opened the door there was gush of cool breeze that wrapped her. She missed a step on the road and fell on her knees. The bar owner had now closed in was about to pick her up as she muttered ‘please don’t’. She now knew she was in trouble and she wanted to end her life but not fall into wrong hands. The street was filled with people who had come to unwind after a day’s hard work and Ani was trying to make her way through the people. High alcohol consumption can disrupt the brain’s judgement of distances and heights. Same was Ani’s state at this time. She could see people looking at her and she was not finding it decent. Just try to cross the street and hopefully an auto could take me to my hostel she told herself. Now another group was passing comments on if they would take her where she wanted to go. Ani was not just awkward but also vulnerable and helpless as she had no control on herself.

She tried to hurry before the men closed in. They almost circled her on the end of the street. She had tears rolling and from the corner she was the white Santro DL2C ADXXXX with the door wide open. She saw Rohan rush towards her and push people aside saying she is with me, move away. He grabbed her in his arms and she held her shirt and burst in tears. He was the support she was trying to cling on to in order to get her feet firm on the road. He quickly made her sit in the car and got behind the wheel speaking aloud, “Do you know what I have gone through from the time I got your text message to reaching here. What if my gut feel would have been wrong. Do you realize you are so valuable to me? How could you even do this?”

She was almost unconscious as she knew she was in the safest hands in the world and just kept blabbering “I love you Rohan”

You may think if this is a movie part or a novel chapter….i think just one thing…Life’s Like That….