Scribblings… 2

They started together. She walked up to her Pink Scooty, tied her scarf & rode away as fast as the bike could. She drove straight & left – vanished out of sight.

20 minutes passed and no sign of her. Ten more minutes and there she was in the same speed with her scarf flying in the wind and her hand gripping a DSLR. He waited in his CBR, with a growing naughty smile as she neared. She stares without a wink even from that distance, as usual admiring his style, his bike & his helmet.

She halts. Even before the engine would stop she started clicking pics of him. He poses patiently with his popular smile. Ten minutes and around 10 clicks, she was done.

He patted her head and pulled his keys from her bag, as they watched his pictures in her favorite shirt.


Scribblings… 1

She watched his eyes, transfixed… Her hands were holding a coffee mug hiding her lips… But, her eyes delivered the smile…  He stood very close by, looking away without making any eye contact… His eyes wandering here & there except towards her… Restless he was… Continuously hammering harsh words in a tone as low as possible…

Mild wind grew violent and splashed the foam from her cup to his cheeks…  He turns with a ‘Aarrgghh’… Her smile fades as she looks up…

A glance at her eyes…  His words deterred at his throat… ‘Do not repeat this’, he walked away kissing her forehead…

Her lips smiled at one end,  as she knew it was his best way of expressing love…


Yet to be Named…

The sky was clear blue. Dusk was crawling in and all nature’s gifts were returning to their hubs. Standing in the corridor of second floor of the Mathematics department with a cup of coffee was Roshni – a smart and passionate lecturer with loud voice and dark eyes. Contrasting her fair complexion was her red cotton saree. She checks her watch and then rushes to her room. She clears all books from her desk in a second and gears to return home. She had been lecturing the whole day and was drained out of energy.

Heading towards her bike at the parking, she hears someone call her name. Not able to recognise the voice, she gazes in the direction of the tone and finds Sarathy standing next to the lamp post. A tall, dark guy with well built physique and red framed specs. It was the first time she had heard him call her by name.
Slowly they walk towards each other swallowing words and exchanging strange looks.

‘How was your day?? Starting home? ‘, asks Sarathy.

‘Yea, what are you doing around here? ‘, questions Roshni surprisingly.

‘I’m too heading home. Just thought of picking you up’, smiles Sarathy.

‘But… But I had driven to college in my bike’.

‘Mmm… We shall drive back together’, saying this he moves to get his bike from parking.

Both of them drive home in their bikes, very slowly to accompany each other. Mid-way he stops and asks her for dinner. Her eyes glow brighter in the dark. She approves with a hesitant nod.

Sarathy drives ahead and she follows. They stop at a roof top restaurant. Whiles her eyes were gazing for an empty table, he points out to a corner table with reserved sign and leads her holding her hand. The last time when his hand fell on hers was at the ring exchange during their wedding. Preoccupied with scenes from her wedding she follows him and takes the seat. Silence for the next five minutes. They stare at each other with thousands of questions and thoughts flashing in their minds.

He opens up, asking her choices for the order. The next 45 minutes moves slowly with few general words. Then they drive back home. Roshni, who was taken back by the surprises of the evening, calls to her bestie and happily shares the events of the evening. Hearing her loud voice, Sarathy smiles and was walking outside the room. Once the voice fades, he knocks the door and enters. This is the first time, he is inside the room after she had occupied it. She stands near the bed with phone in her hand. He looks around with keen eyes and takes all details in his mind. Goes up to her and hands over a small packet. She drops her phone and takes the packet.

Before opening it, she asks him, ‘Any special occasion?’

He Smiles…

‘Is it your birthday today?’

His smile intensifies to a loud laughter. She hangs her head down confused.

He moves closer, holds her hand, ‘It’s been a month now. HAPPY MONTHLY’VERSARY!!’


She blushes…

‘Will you come into my life to decorate it as beautiful as your room’, asks Sarathy kissing her on the forehead.

PS: Breaking the blues of arranged marriage-This was the title that struck my mind. Couldn’t think better one, so left it untitled…





Bitter Truth

You are my Sunshine!!
But, I donot attribute my beauty to you…

I Bloom at the onset of first rays from you!!
But, I cannot be possessed by you…

I’m nothing without you!!
Yet I cannot be yours!!


With love,

(PS- Post from mobile.. Excuse typos n alignment..)