LOVE travels Circularly…

LOVE travels in circles

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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.


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 her husband 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…





Make Choices for Life, not for the Moment…

The Sun was at horizon. Not to rise, but to rest. After energizing all living creatures he too needed some relaxation to rejuvenate.

Aria was sitting on a high rock listening to the waves splashing against the rocks in no definite pattern. Clad in her blue jean and a mid length half white kurti, she looked not more than 32yrs of age. Her hands held a black pointed pen running continuously in her half filled long size 180 pages note book.

As the sun was moving to his bed, his rays turned red and hit hard on Aria, demanding a look from her before settling down. She couldn’t resist the call, she looked up with her eyes half shrunk. The rays were so fierce, that they forced few drops from her eyes. The drops smudged the third word in the fifth line of the present page. Before she could check on that, her phone rings

(‘Mujh ko iraade de,Kasmein ke vaade de,Meri duaaon ke ishaaron ko sahaare)

An unsaved number, she answers with a dull, ‘Hello’.

It was a hesitant ‘Hello’ on the other side, yet she recognises the voice and cuts the call without delaying a second.

Her tears flood and smudge the entire line starting from the third word, ‘Arvind calls Aliah to express his love…’

The phone rings again…  Same unsaved number, this time it’s allowed to ring a little longer that the true caller fetches data and reads, ‘ARVIND’…

It starts drizzling. Aria manages to fetch her things and rushes towards nearby cafe. Wind blows strong, fast enough to turn and tear the pages of her book. More vigorous, to turn the pages of her mind.

Arvind was Aria’s love in interest during her college days. But, he least cared about her. She had been behind him all the while, but in vain. Later they happen to get to work for the same publishing company. Aria was all happy for the second chance, but things hadn’t changed with Arvind.

Aria was growing successful in her career with each new project and was moving ahead than all her peers, including Arvind. Somehow their relationship remained unchanged.

Exactly five years back, the same day. Arvind’s Birthday! He made a marriage proposal to her. The atmosphere was enthralled. Everyone was excited, as it finally happened. Breaking everyone’s eagerness, a dark wave of disappointment flows in as Aria refuses the proposal, citing reason of her career growth. Shattered Arvind quits the company in next few months and moves to focus on his career and family.

As days pass, eventually Aria grew to be a successful in her profession, a known name in her industry. She was being loaded with recognitions for her work. But, she had no one to share her happiness & success. Everyone had moved on… Focussing on her career, she failed to focus on people around. Their care… Their love… Their wishes… Nothing seemed big to her, while she had been sailing in her professional boat.

Today, Aria is all alone with only her so called career success. She takes a break to pen down her story… That is when she gets a call from Arvind…..

Is it another chance?? Or is it a bigger disappointment??

She doesn’t know…

She isn’t interested to know…

She drives her concentration towards the city traffic, as she drives back home….

Ultimately, life is a result of your choices. Your choices are mostly what you wanted for the moment and not based on what you want for life…

 With Love