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.”

 

Just a little more….Life!

She found herself running endlessly towards the light
at the end of the tunnel. It was as if she would breathe only if she reached
that light. She looked around just to find pitch darkness; she felt tired at
times but could not stop and kept running. She would look around again and
again but it was too dark to see anything. She did not understand what made her
run; she did not once look behind. The road looked endless, one look at her
made her feel she was feather light. She wore a white satin gown, free flowing,
weightless.  She looked around again and could see her face on the
wall of the tunnel, her face looked radiant, it had the glow she had never seen
and she felt happy like never before and beautiful than ever. Where the light
wrinkles she had seen a couple of days are gone? She thought to herself as she
kept running. She turned her face to the other side of the tunnel and could see
a girl in a mother’s arms; the mother delighted looking at the bundle of joy.

There were people whom she recognised and some she didn’t. She placed her
fingers on her brow and tried to recollect a man standing next to the mother
but just couldn’t. She looked again and saw a young girl in school listening
attentively to her teacher; the image vanished in a jiffy. She could then see
her young self with her best friend laughing and enjoying. When was the last time
she laughed that loud, she wondered? By now the images on the walls of the
tunnel had completely captivated her and she had forgotten of the tunnel, the
run and the distance. She could see her beloved on his knees holding a ring
proposing her, she hadn’t been so happy ever. These flashes would appear and
disappear rapidly and being replaced by the next one. She wanted to think or
say something but was not able to. She saw her husband and daughter sitting on
a dining table praying. She wanted to run towards her daughter but couldn’t
change course of her path.

She closed her eyes but could see the images, the ones
she saw on the wall. Everything was clear when she heard shouts and opened her
eyes startled. She was confounded and looked down; she saw her feet were above
the ground as she ran towards the light. Completely mystified she tried to stop
running but couldn’t stop her feet. She heard shouts again and a big thump on
her chest as if a train in full velocity had hit her chest, she ran faster
towards the light and another big jolt! She couldn’t contain it in herself any
further. She was perplexed at the thought of her running without her feet on
the ground, the light at the end of the tunnel seemed very far now.

The last
one came as a thunderbolt pushing her on her chest so hard that she fell
backwards as if being sucked by the vacuum towards the other side of the light.
She could see being pulled and the light at the end of the tunnel vanishing in
a distance. It was so quick she had no time to react. The ‘pulse is back,
doctor! She is back!’ ….the words sounded like a distant echo….’it’s a miracle,
doctor, the defibrillator worked!’ She opened her eyes at a hazy frame of a man
in a white coat and a young woman standing next to him. 

Relationships and more……..

Revati tried hard to find the key hole but the number of
drinks she had that evening were impairing her vision. After some struggle she
managed to open the door of her 5000 sq. feet duplex apartment at Malabar hill.
The motion sensors detected she was around and lights flashed as she looked
around the lavish living room, all things in order and at the right place. The 16
seater pure leather imported sofa and the huge crystal chandelier were as
lifeless as the Guido Daniele painting of the woman posed on a bench
overlooking Slizza river in Italy. She flung her Louis Vuitton bag on the
sofa and balanced her way leaving her stilettos on the way towards the bed
room.
Revati was a socialite wife of Raghu, V. N. Raghupati CEO of
Assureinvest a venture capitalist firm. A simple but sharp soul, Raghu was complete
opposite of his spouse. Punctual and a man of few words he had strong family
values. Their marriage happiness of 8 years was inversely proportional to Raghu’s
bank balance. This was the very reason Raghu preferred to spend more time at
work than return to an empty house.
Raghu at work was a no non-sense person and appreciated
intelligence over hard work. His new hire Deepshikha was just the dependable
resource Raghu was looking for. She had to be told little and she understood
her work well. Assureinvest was Deepshi’s third job in a career of 6 years. She
understood the pulse of the job market well and knew when to switch to get paid
better. Her sole motive was a higher figure on the salary slip and with her diligence
she knew how to get that. Deepshi and Gaurav met at business school and lost
their hearts to each other. Gaurav loved Deepshi’s sharpness and Deepshi purely
fell for Gaurav’s looks and his Salsa moves. Both tied the knot against parent’s
wishes and moved to a 3 bedroom flat at Goregoan. An Emi of 70,000 and a car
loan made Deepshi change her job often and Gaurav take up salsa classes after
work. Gaurav’s clientele were crème de la crème of Mumbai most of them
socialites including Revati. Gaurav and Deepshi’s 6 years of marriage became a
transactional relationship of money transfers to bank accounts and sticky notes
on the refrigerator the only way of communication between them.  Sometimes the messages were communicated by
Seema their maid who kept a set of house key to complete the house hold chores
without disturbing Gaurav who would return home past midnight.
Seema was with Deepshi since her marriage, she was
trustworthy but in a painful relation with Govind. Govind was Seema’s husband’s
friend and moved with her as a support after her husband died leaving two
children behind. Govind turned alcoholic and would rob Seema of all the money
she earned.  He had just landed an office
boy’s job when Deepshi referred him to Raghu in order to reduce Seema burden.
It was the evening of 16th March 2012 when Deepshi
was preparing for the quarterly audit with Govind moving busily out of Raghu’s
cabin taking signatures on relevant papers. It was around mid-night when
Deepshi entered Raghu’s cabin, he was sitting on the wide parapet of the office
his back facing an open window, his legs rested on an Osim massager chair with
a glass of Glenlivet in his hand. Deepshi reluctant turned to leave when Raghu
asked her to sit. She noticed the generally dressed in a suit Raghu today in a
shirt crumpled around the waist as if it was pulled hard. His eyes were red,
this was the first time she noticed the handsome man that Raghu was. His ruffled
hair, slight grey side locks, his strong arms showed under his sleeves rolled
till the elbow. Feeling uncomfortable with the silence she rose once again to
leave when the wheels of the chair which Raghu rested his feet on moved and he
lost his balance. Deepshi ran towards him and pulled his hand to stop him
from falling off the window. He fell on her triggering the dearth of physical
touch he had faced in the past years. He hugged her tight; Deepshi did not
resist and gave in to his dominance.
Seema rushed to the hospital as her son had fallen off stairs
and needed to be admitted. Not knowing where to go she reached Deepshi’s apartment
to ask for money. She opened the flat with the set of keys she had and rushed
in. Her pace slowed as she saw the stilettoes lying on the floor, as she moved
further she saw a Burberry evening gown flung on the ground, she understood
that wasn’t Deepshi’s.  She could hear
giggles and whispers from the bed room. Not knowing what to do, she decided to
leave when she glanced on the open bag on the dinning. She could see a
bundle of notes, she tip toed and grabbed the money and moved out to save her
son.
Flash forward….October 2013, Deepshi changed the music to classical
as Raghu started his Audi Q5. He grabbed Deepshi’s hand and kissed it before
buckling his seat belt. They reached the apartment; she waited in the car as
Raghu went to Revati’s 16th floor apartment to deliver the signed
divorce papers. He was about to ring the bell when he heard Gaurav and Revati
arguing over something. He chose to leave the papers at the door. On the way
back they dropped in at Seema’s to deliver the Diwali bonus. Now the 5000 sq.
feet house name plate reads Deepshi and Raghu’s. May be now it’s not just a
house, its home!
Will leave you with one of my favorite songs…
रिश्ते तोह नहीं रिश्तों की पर्छैयाँ मिले 
यह कैसी भीड़ है बस यहाँ तन्हाईयाँ मिले।
इक छत के तले अजनबी हो जाते हैं रिश्ते 
बिस्तर पे चादरों से चुप हो जातें है रिश्ते।
ढूंढे से भी इनमें नहीं गर्मियाँ मिले।
यह कैसी भीड़ है बस यहाँ तन्हाईयाँ मिले।
जिसको भी देखिये वो अधूरासा है यहाँ 
जैसे कहीं हो और वो आधा रखा हुआ।
हो जब जहाँ जुड़े वही जुदाइयाँ मिले 
यह कैसी भीड़ है बस यहाँ तन्हाईयाँ मिले।