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Monday, September 25, 2017

!~-! Radhey@@EsCoRts SeRviCes In ChAnDiGaRh


Love in the plane

Excerpt: She beautifully described her love for Sudhir in it. The magazine was published in America and the story appreciated all over the world 


The beauty of love can’t be explained in words. It can only be felt. Smita was a magazine writer and Sudhir was the editor of the same magazine. They met in a conference of the magazine for the first time. For Smita it was a love at first sight. Sudhir was married with a American beauty. Her name is Ela.
For the sake of work they have to travel together. They use to publish their magazine in many parts of world. Smita knows all about Sudhir’s family. She wanted to control over her love ,attraction , and affection for Sudhir but she always failed. She wanted to confess her love but can’t. She wrote her love in the face of a story.
Sudhir was very thankful to Smita as she wrote the beautiful love story. The story plotted the real characters Sudhir, Smita and Ela as Suresh, Sudha and Eyana. She beautifully described her love for Sudhir in it. The magazine was published in America and the story appreciated all over the world .
They finally finishing all work they were ready to take off. But their flight was late by two hours. They were in waiting room. Smita was reading her story. ” It was a sunny day when Sudha met Suresh………the tragedy was that she can’t confess. And once their aeroplane crashed while traveling.” That’s the end.
Oh! what I wrote. Seeing her expressions Sudhir asked what happened. Sudha just can’t end her love for Sudhir in that tragedy she said. Ooo you wrote that story he said. Yes i wrote but i don’t want Sudha to have that tragic end she replied. Ok ok we will make its part two he said. Start getting the part two in your mind “Sudha” She suddenly said I am not Sudha.
It was announced that the flight was ready to take off. They both attended the announcement. They were sat near to each other. Suddenly Smita decided to confess her love. She wanted to go infront of him. And a sudden movement happened in the plane. Ohh what happened she asked. Sudhir replied nothing dude. We are just getting closer.
The plane crashed !
–END–

(-|-) Radhey@@EsCoRt SeRviCe In ChAnDiGaRh


I caught myself remembering.

Excerpt: I will abide in you, I will live by your love and remember the price paid for my freedom. When live gets busy and confusing. I seem to find peace in you.


My love…
When life is busy, and spinning madly around. I tend to forget what you’ve done. When, I’m hastily scurrying just to finish up all my work. I seem to misremember your presence. When there are people around me, talking and laughing. I dismiss you from my mind. When I’m happy and lost in glee. I let slip from memory, the hours you hung there.
Praying for deliverance, for a way out, you knew what was coming. Your prayers cried out to heaven, but only an echo returned. You beseeched a way out, away from the hell-like agony you knew awaited you. You yelled out with burning lungs, begging to be saved! You feared the moment you knew would by no means pass. Sweating beads of blood in fear of what awaited you. You prayed to your father but his replay was nought!
And here I am, forgetting you.
All the while you approach your death I was on your thoughts. You were constantly reminding yourself. That there would be no other way for my life to be saved, than for yours to be claimed in my place. My face shifted before your blood-shot eyes as excruciating pain started dimming your vision. Those torturing you, laughed and spat in your face as thorns clawed into your head and impaled your mind. Their eyes burned with satisfaction as you kept on walking, for me. because of your love for me, you never gave up.
Yet, my eyes constantly dwells away from you.
We both knew, that you could have fought. You could have escaped your fate. But, you knew. You knew that my life would be ultimately claimed for death. That is why you held your hands out. For them to run it through with nails. You didn’t walk away from the hammer, waiting to perforate your feet. You allowed them to mutilate your body, so that your blood could flow for my freedom!
I’m free yet, I constantly forget my liberator. I forget all about you !!
My heart bleeds the way your body did, when I suddenly awaken from my sleep, as your presence reminds me! As I abruptly remember your face, your hands, your feet painted in red! How will I ever forget you? I cannot! I am unable to erase you from my thoughts! You are with me day and night, I will never leave your side!
I will abide in you, I will live by your love and remember the price paid for my freedom. When live gets busy and confusing. I seem to find peace in you. When there’s people around me laughing and talking. I constantly meditate on you..
My love, I will never let you out of my mind. I will never ban you out of my heart.
My love…
–END–

Radhey@@FeMaLe EsCoRt In ChAnDiGaRh


Ironical: The purse which was stolen and return by the same guy.

Excerpt: He said that he had stolen the purse after we had left the park and he wasn’t in the mood to return it. He said, his daughter had taught him a lesson. 


So, I was finally installing the tinder app, not knowingly what would I do next. I was never fond of these dating app but after succumbed by Mohit(my friend) never-ending sermon of how dating apps are changing the life of singlehood, I finally gave up. I never understood his logic, though.
97%…98%…99%…100%… tinder installed. A pop-up message notified me.
I tapped on the open button and within a split second, a red color T shape logo popped up. I adhere to follow the Facebook login and here it came the actual game. Swipe left for rejection and swipe right for approval, but you couldn’t text anyone if there is no match. I found that full bullsh*t while just swiping my thumb to the right, adhere Mohit’s word, “don’t reject any girl. Always approve. there’s at least a girl in 100 for you who will approve you as well.”
“aashta sharma… niharika jain… palak arora… kavya Sharma…” I kept mumbling while swiping the thumb to right.
I was immensely engrossed in the screen, seeing the beautiful faces of Delhi girls and abruptly, a pop messages took my heed and slightly my smiley face vanished, just like when a cracker doesn’t blast.
You don’t have enough likes… buy tinder plus to enjoy the unlimited service. And in upper it shows 11:55:30, assuring me, that I’ll get the likes after that remaining time.
That pop-up message hiked my fury and urged me to throw the phone on the wall. Sh*t app… why would I wait for 12 hours… I pressed my power key and closed the phone with disgust. I wondered to uninstalled the app but didn’t as Mohit had said to keep it for a day, I didn’t want to feel him sad. Friends love, you know.
It had been more than a day, while keep refreshing the app hoping for a match but fate wasn’t in my favor. I didn’t notify for any new matches. My intuition about the new matches started to fade away. I decided to uninstall it.
I pressed the power key, swiped my thumb to the right to unlock, tapped on the menu button, swiped to the 3rd page of the menu and there I found, tinder app at the right upper part of the screen. I tapped and was about to dragged to the uninstall section when my phone vibrated. My phone was always kept in vibration mode, though.
I landed the app on the menu and promptly, pull down the notification bar. A flared smile surged to my face. “you’ve got a match with Kavya Sharma.” I mumbled while maintaining the perpetuating smile. I tapped on it and the profile of Kavya Sharma then opened, surged the flared smile into a wide one.
Kavya Sharma
8 miles away
common interest
blah…blah…blah…
I tapped on her photos without wasting the time. Boys are always intuitive to check girls photos, so are girls too. Nowadays looks really does matter and those who rebel with that, are itself ugly.
She was fatty with round whitish face matches with her white top and eyes were captured by purple frame spectacles. Hair was pony-tailed and she was leaned against a wall while crossing her hands. I love specs, girls, though. I swiped my thumb to explore more. Once, stalking the photos for minutes, I touched the back key and took the initiative as I knew, girls won’t text anyone first and if they do, they are not girls.
Me – a bibliophile from a hobby or do you write as well? Never initiate with hiii…. Hello…Where are you from… these type of monotonous texts are generally ignored by girls. Text as you really interested in talking.
after few minutes of waiting impatiently, the phone beeped. It was Kavya. My heart skipped a beat and came to my mouth. In 80% cases, first few chats were actually decided whether your talk lasts long or not.
She – I have been writing for a month. You? I flared a smile. I found the topic to proceed further. Always try to found a common topic to talk about, not only it gives confidence, but eventually you both will enjoy chatting.
After a continuous 1 hour chat,
Me – shall we meet? I put the flame on the ice. Certainly, I wanted to meet her, perhaps, she too.
She – Ummm… where? Ice started to melt.
Me – movie or CCD…
She – books fair? Ice got melted and surged to liquid. I didn’t want to rebel. Means wasn’t that enough that a girl has actually accepted to meet. Moreover, the first impression really does matter.
Me – of course… tomorrow. 11 am. Okay?
She – Done. My face was brimming with glee and the heart was pounding, while waiting for the next day. It’s like when Mumma cooked your favorite food and you are merely waiting with your mouth-watering face.
NEXT DAY…
“Mumma definitely will be going to scold me,” I mumbled while standing erect in front of the cupboard, staring at the rummaged I had done. Between the chaos of what to wear and rummaging the cupboard, I finally gave up. It’s the hardest part for boys if they are going on a date. I wasn’t going on a date, though.
Finally, I tugged out a black shirt and a cream trouser. I wore and left to the metro station. I board the metro with few crowd. While throbbing my ear along with lipping the chorus of 5 taara (Punjabi song), abruptly my phone started vibrating and made the song the suppressed. I pressed the mic button of the earphone and took it to my mouth.
“Where are you?” she asked with her melodious tone which took my heart and promptly forced me to surged a smile.
“now…” I paused and turned my gaze to the route flash-board where the green LED was blinking on Yamuna bank metro station. “Yamuna bank. Have you reached?” I said.
“Haan… come fast…” she said and before I could have said a word, she hung up and the suppressed song resumed. 5 taara theke utte behke taareya main tera saara gussa.
“Yeh station Pragati Maidan hai…(this station is Pragati Maidan).” a recorded voice announced. After few seconds of a jerk, the metro took a halt and door open.
I de-board the metro and headed downstairs. I looked around the metro station, but she wasn’t there. I shove my hand in the pocket and took out the phone. I dialed Kavya’s number. She received on the first ring as if, was waiting for my call.
“where are you?” I asked while looking around.
“upstairs…” she said.
“ugh… come down…” I said.
“Acha wait…” she said and I hung up the call.
My heart started pounding as I shove on the phone in the pocket. On one side I was excited, and on another side, I was anxious. As time was getting shorter between us, heart beat was like start playing drums.
“Karan…” a female voice came and tapped on my shoulder, made me blank before I could react. I could easily be recognized that melodious tone, I muster some courage and turned back.
She was Kavya, wore an extra-large pink top with black denim, hair was bun back with a pencil and most importantly, the same purple frame spectacles. She was more whitish than her photos which broke my belief of, girls usually edit her photos. I flared a smile.
“Hiii…” I said.
She smiled, “Hii…” she said and tangled her hair across her ear. Seeing the girl while tangling her hair is the cutest thing ever. I just wanted to embrace her in my arms, but I controlled my enthusiasm.
Our mouth was shut, didn’t know what to say. Moreover, I wasn’t able to maintain the perpetuate eye contact, so was she. We were mere exchanging our glances, with the fleeting smile.
“Have you taken the tickets?” she broke the silence.
“arey…no…you wait here…” I said, turned back and join the serpentine queue. After clutching the ticket, I rushed to her and we headed to the world book fair.
We enter through the gate no. 11 after waited in a long queue. The sight was baffling. The whole Pragati Maidan was hustled by the crowds and if someone would have been watching from above the ground, on a helicopter then, the crowds would have seen like an earthworm crawling on the ground.
We were just walking, didn’t know where would we go. Finally, we had decided to sit in a park. We moved further in search of a park and looked like faith was in our favor. We found a vacant bench in a park in front of 12-a hall. We landed our ass on the bench, turned our glances to each other and gave a fleeting smile.
“so…” I said.
“so…” she said, twirling her hand.
I wasn’t able to muster any words to blurt, resulting we kept silent.
“Ummm…” I thought for a second. “I have a novel for you,” I said, hurriedly unzipped the bag and after rummaging the whole bag, I pull out the novel – everyone has a story by Savi Sharma and extended to her. I knew she loves novels and just a small gift to girl’s choice could hike the impression to the girl.
She smiled, moved the gaze to the novel and took it from my hand. I flared a smile.
She was fully engrossed in the novel, gave me chance to explore at her beauty. I moved my eyes on her, kept that stuck. While not moving the pupil, I was just staring at her. I did want to mere look at her, to her glittering eyes, to her cute little nose, and her pink lips without any lipstick. She wasn’t a makeup freak. I kept staring at her, abruptly she tilted her head and eyes met mine.
I felt a sudden cold inside my body, which gave me goosebumps. Certainly, I wasn’t prepared for that instant eye-contact, but when it occurred, I felt ashamed. “shit…” I mumbled and tilted my head to the ground, just like when you stare at your crush perpetually and she found you staring.
My face was brimming with ashamed and awkwardness. I couldn’t muster the courage to looked at her again. no…no… never… I heard her chuckling voice but I didn’t tilt my head towards her.
“That was cute, though,” she said. I didn’t turn back.
“Karan…” she said, held my chin, pulled it towards her eye and forced me to locked her eyes into mine. I didn’t want to but, her captivating eyes had the power to hypnotize anyone, so did I. “That was cute…sachiii…” she added.
I blushed, my face would have turned reddish and I couldn’t do anything, merely smiling. She smiled back and removed her hand from my chin. I cursed her for that, though. Her touch made an invisible blotch of her arm on my face, which I didn’t want to rub it. So, I had decided, I won’t wash my face.
“Awww…. Such a cutie pie she is,” she said while looking at a toddler. The baby girl was really cute while jumping in front of parents with enthusiasm and was brimming with glee. We paid heed to her and didn’t know, when would we fully engrossed into her act. We shared our glances and smiled.
“Hey…come…” Kavya said, gestured to come.
The baby girl turned stand still. She kept stared to us for seconds and slowly shook her hand. I laughed. Kavya turned her face to me and made a grimace.
“go beta… didi is calling you na.” her mother said. As a stubbornly, she shook her head again and made me laughed.
I leaned towards to her ear, “she won’t come.” I mumbled while chuckling. Kavya perpetually made the grimace face which almost attracts me towards her. I wondered to hug her but I controlled.
“let’s go somewhere else,” I said, intervening the silence.
She turned to me. “where?” she asked.
I shrugged. “don’t know.”
“Ummm…” she tilted her head up and thought for seconds. “Movie…” she said, returning the gaze to me.
I flared a smile. “Chalo…” I said.
We stood from the bench and dashed towards the exit gate. After bargaining with few, we hopped an auto. “Mall… bhaiya…” I said.
The driver tugs the handbrake and promptly the engine start roaring. With the first jerk, we collide and the auto turned into motion, leaving the haze of smoke behind. We exchanged our glances and smiled.
After few minutes, she starts rummaging her bag, but I didn’t intervene. I turned my gaze to the road and continued peering the sight.
“shit…” she screamed and promptly snatched my gaze. The driver too started staring at us from the rear view mirror. Aap aage Dekho… I wanted to blurt it out but, I controlled my throat. “what happen?” I asked.
She didn’t utter anything rather, was continuing the rummage. But her anxious face told me something had happened.
“what happen Kavya?” I persuaded.
She turned towards me blank. Her smiley face had surged into few furrow. She licked her lips, “I’ve lost my purse.” she said, staring at me.
I felt like someone would have kicked me in my stomach. It hurts. “what…” I screamed. I opened my mouth to speak but, didn’t muster any word to blurt. “have you…. Have you checked your bag.” I stuttered.
She nodded, trying hard to suppressed the anxious and hooked a facade on a smiley face but, the beads of perspiration oozing from the corner of her ear gave me the signal of her anxiousness.
“check again…” I said, as my mind couldn’t muster any thought.
She nodded and made the bag puke in the seat, just like when a mother pat on child’s back while puking. I too peeped into the bag but, faith wasn’t in our favor. The purse wasn’t in the bag.
She crossed her hands, leaned her head back, darted her eyes outside and start peeking the road.
“hey…” I held her chin and pulled her face towards me. Her beady teary eyes met mine. I wanted to engulf her in my arm and tell her everything will gonna fine. I placed both my arms on her cheeks and locked the eyes on her. “we’ll find that…” I said. She smiled.
Abruptly, I removed my eyes and moved my gaze to the driver, “bhaiya take to the gate number 11” I said.
Auto took U-turn and headed to the gate number 12. The auto turned into a taciturn silence, nobody could dare to intervene the silence except the roaring of the auto. We then hopped the auto as it took a halt. I paid the money, though.
We rushed in the crawling hustle. Oh shit… I have to take the ticket again. My mind struck. I halt. I dashed to the ticket counter. After snatching the 2 piece of paper while, waiting for 5-10 minutes in a serpentine queue, I rushed.
Kavya was waiting at the entry gate. I waved at her and thumped the foot as fast as I could. As I reached, I show the ticket and they gave me back after tore it half. We entered the gate.
“could you just run to that park…” she said.
“hold my bag,” I said, took down the bag from my shoulder and handed over to her.
I hustled in the crowds and dashed to the park where we had seated a few minutes ago. Heartbeat was running at full pace. I reached while, gasping the breath, but, my eyes snapped me the worst nightmare. The purse wasn’t on the bench. Shit… I threw my hand in the air. I collapsed onto the bench and kicked my shoe. Could this day get any worse?
After a few minutes, Kavya arrived while gasping the breath. She darted into my eyes. I shook my head. She placed her arm on her eyes and slightly surged into the hair. She too collapsed onto the bench perpetually sticking her hand on the hair, like a statue as if, someone would have shot her.
I didn’t utter any word. I was anxious to utter anything, didn’t know why, perhaps, the stereotype of girls, you’ll never catch the swing of girl’s mood has programmed into our brain so deeply by the society, resulting in the boys non-approachable to girls.
“I’ve Rs10,000 and all the card on that.” she said and broke my roller coaster thought.
I tilted my head towards her. “Now?” I asked, staring at her.
She tilted her head straight, moved her pupils around the park. “does anyone with the same face seated? We can ask them about the purse.” she asked, exploring the park.
I frowned. “Ummm….” I too started exploring the park but I didn’t find anyone, certainly, I had forgotten the same face. I shook my head.
“that baby girl and her parents too aren’t here.” she said.
“Hmmm…” I said, looking at the same vacant place where they had seated.
CCTV… my mind abruptly stuck. I tilted my head up and start looking around as if, any UFO would have been landing.
“what happen?” Kavya asked.
“CCTV…,” I said, exploring the nearby camera. But faith wasn’t in our favor. I shook my head. “No cameras are planted here…” I said.
She nodded as if, clearing my doubts.
“let’s ask the security guard…” I said.
She didn’t utter anything and stood firmly, gripping the bag. I too stood and we walked to the security guard, who was hazing the smoke of bidi from his mouth. Puffing few more smoke, we reached. He flinched and turned his hand back as if, we were going to ask, “give us a puff…”
“what?” he asked, tilted his head towards me.
“actually…” Kavya started and snatched his heed towards her, “I’ve lost my purse an hour ago…” she said.
“Hmmm…” he nodded, darting into her eyes. you’re wasting your bidi… I wanted to say and but I controlled my throat.
“you can check the CCTV footage…” he said, still piercing her eyes.
Aap bidi piyo…
“Where?” she asked.
“there’s a footage room…” he said, pointing his finger to our back. Finally, he stopped piercing into her eyes. We followed his finger to a room just straight to the park.
“Thank you…bhaiya…” Kavya said. Kavya’s last word would have broken his heart into pieces. Start listening to Arijit Singh song. I suppressed my laugh. Kavya looked at me and frowned. I shook my head, suppressing the laugh and we headed towards the footage room.
As we reached, I pulled the door and it creaked. We enter the footage cum sound proof room.
Two men with apple like stomach, dressed in police uniform were seated on the chair, piercing their eyes on the big screen television.
“Sir…” I intervened the silence. They tilted their head towards us. “she has lost her purse near the hall no. 12 park.” I pointed my hand towards her. “So we want to see the footage,” I added.
“Cameras are only outside the halls. You can go to administrative block at hall no. 7 and tell them to announced the stolen purse.” 1 of the guard said.
I nodded vigorously. “hall no. 7 na…” I reassure. He nodded.
“Chalo…” I said, turning the gaze to Kavya. We turned, walked, pulled the door and it creaked again. Put some oil in the door… I wanted to yell.
As we headed towards the hall no. 7, silence perpetuated. We didn’t share a word in the 10 minutes journey. As our eyes gave us the snap of a tall building, where 7 had written in big font, we entered. The door didn’t creak, though.
A large arc shape wooden reception section snatched my heed. Administrative block. I read. I turned to Kavya, whose eyes were exploring the ambiance of the hall. She moved her head and eyes met mine. We smiled.
I removed from eyes from her captivating eyes and walked forward. “I’ve lost my purse… so can I make an announcement?” I asked, staring at the lean boy.
He was fiddling with his phone. “That room…” he said, pointing his finger, while eyes kept piercing on the phone.
I moved my gaze following his finger, darted at the room and we walked. “Thanks.” I pulled the room and we get inside.
There were 5-6 men, wore formal shirts with the tie knotted to the throat, were sitting on the chair with an equal interval of space, darting his eyes on the computer screen, while fiddling on the keyboard. We walked to one of them.
“sir…” Kavya said and promptly snatched the heed of the guy.
“Yes…” he said.
“I’ve lost my purse. So ——”
“Pujaaa…” he sang the name while turning his head and promptly a short height girl in her middle twenties who wore salwar suit has arrived. She wasn’t beautiful than Kavya, though.
“Yes sir…” she said, staring at the guy.
“she wants to make an announcement. Write her name, number and where the purse has stolen. Okay?” he instructed.
“yes sir…” she said obediently and turned her gaze towards us. She darted her eyes at me and moved the glance at Kavya. “where does the purse steal?” she asked.
“near the hall no. 12.” Kavya said.
“wait a second…” she said, tilted her head to the computer, leaned her hand to the pile of white sheets and tug out one. She flat the sheet on the table and pull out a pen from pen holder. “haan… now tell me.” she said, gesturing the pen on her hand.
She started penning down the detail as Kavya narrated. Once done, she cradled the white sheet in both hand, slightly rose her shoulder and met the sheet with her eyes. “Okay…I’m going for the announcement,” she said, staring at us while cradling the white sheet in hands. We smiled and she left.
“Let’s sit…” I said, looking at her.
“Hmm…” she said.
We moved our foot and plop on the couch. Silence prevailed.
Attention guy. Our heed had snatched by the announcement and we moved our gaze to the speaker, hooked at the roof. A black color purse has stolen near the hall number 12. so, anyone who would find it, please show some humanity and brought to the administrative block. Thank you. The girl announced.
“Only once… she should have done thrice at least.” Kavya said. I didn’t utter anything and could sniff the anxiety in her voice. We did know that the purse won’t back now.
The announcement girl came, clutching the paper in right hand. She moved the glance to us, “I’ve done the announcement. Wait for some time if anyone would bring the purse. Or else we’ll inform you whenever we’ll get the purse.” she said.
If anyone would have listened to your voice. I wanted to say but I controlled. “thanks…” finally I said. She smiled and walked ahead.
I moved my gaze towards Kavya, who was piercing at the floor. Roller coaster of fear must be pacing around his mind.
“you know she likes me…” I said, wanted to crack jokes and hike her mood.
She smirked and turned her gaze towards me, “like really?” she said and her lips formed an arc.
“didn’t you see, she was staring at me. She likes me I’m telling you” I said, showing the glee on my face.
“Pagal…” she said and the best compliment for boys from a girl had gifted me by Kavya. I smiled.
Tere Liye… my heart pounded with these words but, I controlled. I cleared my throat and said, “Let’s go…”
we stood and left the hall number 7. we didn’t turn back for the last glance of the building, unlikely of the Bollywood movie when someone left their house, he/she turned their face for the last glance. Somewhere, we had succumbed for the purse.
“you want to wait?” I asked, tilting the head towards her.
She shook her head, walking while darted her eyes to the ground.
We didn’t utter a word and walked straight to the Pragati Maidan metro station.
“Shit…” I mumbled, staring at the hustle of crowds formed into a long serpentine queue, waiting for their turn to buy the token.
“Do you have a metro card…” I asked.
“I had in the purse…” she said.
“okay you take my…” I paused, shoved the hand in pickpocket, tug out the wallet and extend the metro card to her. “take…”
“Areee… no…no… I can manage that. I have some change.” she said.
“Acha wait…” I said, join the serpentine queue, a few minutes later of beady perspiration on my face, I walked to her with the token, “take…” I leaned my hand towards her.
She smiled, took the token, leaned forward and buried her face in my chest “thanks…” I smiled back.
We pulled ourselves, eyes were locked, hands were clutched to each other and the countdown for the final adieu begun. We slightly lose the grip of the hands, turned back and we headed to our different routes. I rushed to the escalator and went upstairs. I moved my gaze to the flash board. 2 minute waiting. I tilted my head to the opposite platform, eyes searched for Kavya and there I found, stood at the woman only section while waving at me. I smiled and she waved back.
Her metro arrived and blocked my sight.
The sight was surrounded by the metro, couldn’t allow me to see her. As the door opened, few rushed to get inside. My eyes were steadily darting at the opposite door, craving to see Kavya’s face just like when, you order your favorite food at the restaurant and wait with your water mouthing face.
Few seconds of waiting had given me the beautiful gift, Kavya’s face. My face turned into grin and glee. She stood, almost stuck to the glass door, and was staring at me. I waved. She waved back. Our eyes were locked but were blocked by the transparent glass.
Metro honked and engine start…
My brimmed glee face sped away, leaving a small piece of a fake smile. I tilted my head till the Kavya’s face got blurry to me. Once gone, I moved my gaze to the floor, crestfallen. Few minute later, the Metro arrived. I board wondering about the adventurous day with Kavya.
“c’mon beta wake up… it’s already 10.” a sweet melodious voice wafted to my ear, it was no another than Mumma. Aside my phone was buzzing which urged me to throw it into the wall.
I patted my hand on the bed sheet in search of the phone, cradled it and reluctantly squinted my eyes.
Kavya calling… the screen flashed.
The toxin from my body got detoxified by her name. A small layer of an arc formed on my lips, Mumma would have easily understood from my smile, that I have a girlfriend. Why is she calling? I crawled and leaned my back on the bed. I swipe my thumb to the right side of the phone and took it to my ear.
“where were you?” she caroled, her voice was brimming with enthusiasm as if, she bought a new dress. Girls are shopping enthusiastic, though.
“I was slee ——-”
“Acha guess what…” she interrupted, her over enthusiastic voice hike my intuition to the brim.
“what?” I said.
“I found my purse.” she said.
“what?” I shouted, which made Mumma to flinched. She stared at me with her wider eyes. I shook my head to her, saying nothing. “means how, when, where? I couldn’t control the enthusiasm and I was craving to know the answer.
“do you remember that cute baby girl who wasn’t coming to me.” she said.
My mind snapped me the photo of the baby girl who was playing at the park. I recognized. “haan.” I said.
“her father had stolen the purse.” she said.
“then, why did he return then? I asked. My mind was pacing with the confusion.
“haan I was confused like you. Last night I got a call from an unknown number. And I literally became overwhelmed after listening. It was her father’s call. He said that he had stolen the purse after we had left the park and he wasn’t in the mood to return it. He said, her daughter had taught him a lesson. Karan, do you know what that baby girl have told him?” she said.
“what?” I asked ear was waiting for the answer, and so was my awareness on full.
“that, papa please return this purse to didi.” Kavya voice twitched on my heart, just like when cold water falls on our body. “he said, he got my number from my voter id card. So, just came from his house and I gave few chocolates to the baby girl.”
“Ironical…means, the purse was stolen and returned by the same person.” the last word came out from my mouth.
“yup…” she said.
I mused and flared a smile, “so, when will be our next adventurous date?” I said and we burst out in laughter.
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Regret from a mistake

Excerpt: He had promised the world too me but I knew that their were all false. I told him to stay with her because his love for her was endless. 


I guess this wasn’t called love. He was married and seemed unhappy but those were only words that he used to weakened me. What made him think that I was an easy target? I was so young that I should have been studying school more rather that becoming a sauce of sweets. In his eyes I was only thought to see . Where did I end up in his heart?
He had promised the world  too me but I knew that their were all false. I told him to stay with her because his love for her was endless. As months went I became pregnant that i hid everything from my parents because I knew they expected better of me. He told me if I really loved him that I would do it for him which is to give up his child. I was so heartbroken that I couldn’t sleep most nights because I heard my child’s voice playing in my head; I was so foolish to give up the only being that would really love me which was my child.
Yes guilt plays on my heart and mind this is regret from a mistake that has thought me about life. I couldn’t bare to be with him so I left but over the years these are a few things that kept me going: tears, pain and then strength. My child will continue to be in my heart and my love is priceless for him. What the hell was I doing with a married man? Being young to him was a way to take advantage of me and to take away my teenage life. ‘He said to me, having a child would take away everything from us’. It was clear to me that he didn’t want us.
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Am I in Love??

Excerpt: We started sitting together on the same bench and combined studies which I never made before with anyone. I love to study alone which changed with his entry to my life.


My day started as all other days with the call of my mother from the living room to get off from the bed. I am enjoying my long holidays after my under graduation the end of my studies. Of course I am a good student in my studies and completed with quite a good score. But my holidays turned to end soon that day. My dad handed over the mobile to me saying that I got a call. I am surprised mostly shocked “Who would call me??” as I have no close friends who remember me. I picked the call, I remember saying only two words that day through out the whole conversation: “Yes, sir”, “OK sir” and finally a “Thank You”.
The call is about my offer in a reputed company as Software Engineer. I hardly remember the day when I got this opportunity as I didn’t care for it much because the training is in Bangalore and the posting can be anywhere across India. So I thought to drop it as I never left my family since my birth. Anyways the decision is in the hands of my parents, I don’t need to worry about it. I never took my own decisions what to study, even what to buy for myself and not like other girls, I always loved placing my remote in their hands. But my mother convinced my father to take me to Bangalore and if I find it difficult to stay away from my family my dad advised me to fail in the final exam after the training and come home, I am also in the same mood. I thought its a perfect decision as they do it always.
The day before my journey my dad gave me a mobile a small normal mobile of some 1500 and a debit card with 1000 in it, that night I still remember holding my own mobile and I felt a bit weird. My mom packed my bag. The next day we took the train and reached Bangalore in the that night, took a room in a hotel.
The next day for my joining formalities we went to the office with all copies of my certificates, when I reached there I came to know that they wanted to verify my original certificates. I am tensed and worried what to do, I told to my father. I thought that my certificates are in my hometown which is 18hrs from Bangalore. But my worries were gone since my intelligent dad brought my certificates and they were in the hotel room. He always keeps all the things right. He is a perfectionist in such things. All the candidates like me are in the office, we were in a quite big room. I don’t know anyone there, moreover everyone is with their friends except me. I am thinking about how I troubled my father to go back in the city of traffic.
Then the door was opened three boys entered the room, one sat beside me and two others sat before me. Among them one asked pen from me, I don’t even remember his face. I acquainted them with the fields they need to fill in the form. Two of them had a friendly chat with me. I am done with all the formalities and they gave us the address where we need to stay from the next day through out our training. Me and my dad got to bed as soon as we entered the room after the journey in the huge traffic.
The training place is of 10min. from the place we stay. The hostel rooms were too good I placed my things in the cupboard I thought it is a best hostel on earth. My dad left me there and went I looked at him until he disappeared. I found two friends there one is from the same college of mine and the other is from my hometown. I made a chat and got to know every girl there in our training batch. Our batch is of 40 members. In that short span the batches were formed. They took the food together, and the evening walks after dinner, outings all together.
I hate to be in batch. But I had no option, I need to stay with the batch of three girls and 4 boys with whom I felt like I don’t belong there and this continued for few days. I felt alone, I call my parents at least 4 times in a day. I am self motivate in nature, so I comforted myself and started talking with all the girls in the hostel soon I became common friend to all but not too close. I started sitting with any batch which I would like to.
We had a trainer she is so good and made some class activities so we all can cope together. One day she made an activity forming all into groups and told to introduce others in the batch. Then I got to know even the boys in the class. Everyone is having a story some are quite silly and some are inspiring. Among all, one person’s introduction caught my ears, he is being introduced by my friend also room mate, it is so short. ‘His name is ___. He completed his studies by taking classes to juniors. He don’t like to interact with people much.’ At that night I came to know from my friend that he hates girls and he said it straight away.
That night I started thinking of him, as I always hate boys except my bro and dad and this man is saying that he hates girls. I am a kind of feminist too. I thought to make him realize that women are superior to men which is my feeling. I felt a bit annoying as well. That is the first time I thought of a man or a boy in my whole life since that night. I talk to boys but I just hate them. But since my school, in my graduation none of the boys could dare to talk over me I am always to the point in arguing they moreover respect me.
The other day, I had a chat with him and came to know that he is the one who asked me for pen that day of my joining formalities, but I still don’t remember it. After  our chat I came to know he is having the same mentality of mine. Then in our lunch break I found him behaving so odd with one of our classmate who is a tomboy a girl with a hard words. Everyone mistook him and I was there sitting on the bench beside his. I asked that girl to stop and also him to sit down. He calmed down but not her. That night I took a class to him while we had a walk together saying that you can’t treat a girl like that and its of course scolding him. But he listened to me and explained me that its not his mistake. That reminded me scolding my dad who is so friendly with me and listened carefully to me like a kid. As the days are passing he became a good close friend of mine. We exchanged our numbers.
I started having lunch with him in their batch which consists of only boys batch and I am the only girl in the batch. Everyone took the salad except me, even him. He suggested, quite ordered me to eat it. I hate it as they add pepper in it. He made me eat from his plate separating the carrots which are sweet for me. I never ate from anyone’s plate but I had the habit of taking whatever I like from my dad’s plate. I am surprised of myself and my feelings to him. I started knowing more and more about him and his family, I find it interesting to listen to him than talking to him. Sometimes I wished that he could be a girl as I hate love and lovers, I don’t say that the feelings towards him is love, I guess its an attraction to his attitude but I am unable to explain or express my feeling to stay with him for long time and spend more time with him. These thoughts made my mind busy as Bangalore roads.
We started sitting together on the same bench and combined studies which I never made before with anyone. I love to study alone which changed with his entry to my life. After I became friend with him I had started night walks after dinner like others as I found a walking mate. He used to make me laugh and smile all the time. He became the first boy who scolds me to my stupid things and acts. He entered my line of control which no one could ever cross. I started sitting beside him in the bus to my training place, I remember traveling only with my dad beside me. Now I gave that place to him. How stupid am I acting??
Our training days passed so quick, We gave our final assessment and all of us were pass. At that moment when I came to know that I am not going to meet him again, I had a strange feeling that last day  how should I feel?? Should I feel happy as I am going home?? or sad that I would miss his company and the carrots from his plate, his presence beside me at lunch, evening walking, having pani poori with him in the evening.?? I kept all my feelings onto a paper and handed it over to him with a chocolate and pen and I asked him to read it when I leave.
All my classmates planned to have a return journey together. My dad came to pick me up. I texted him to bid me a bye, but my dad hate friendship with boys so I went to the canteen see if he is there but he is not there but I can’t make my dad wait for more than that. I left  the place without saying bye to him,
with a heart filled sadness, hope that we could get the same work locations
and mind with confusion  of
“AM I IN LOVE??”
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Love is not all you need

Excerpt: They both loved each other. They had a beautiful bond. She felt like he was the Romeo to her Juliet. Everything was fine, until Daniel ended things with Katherine. 


Love is not all you need.
We all have read many books about love stories, heard many love stories. The one thing that is common in all these stories is that the two protagonists meet, fall in love, separate and destiny plays a chance and they somehow fall in love again and it’s a happy ending.
So do you all really think all love stories end happily? If yes, read this and you will have a completely different point of view about love.
There was this girl, who was bold and strong and courageous. She was very beautiful. She was a spoilt kid after all. They always tend to say that beauty comes with grace, so was the case with Katherine.
Katherine is like all of us. Maybe Katherine is one of us. Well her life was amazing. She had all the privileges one required. She had a only one flaw. Yes, just one flaw made her stand off from being perfect. She took love very lightly. Love seemed like a game to her. Until…..
On a fine Sunday afternoon, Katherine and her friends went out for cycling. They often went cycling and then to play basketball because the only thing Katherine loved was playing basketball. She was way to good at it. So while playing basketball that day,she met this guy. A tall guy who would be around 6ft, hazel eyes, messy hair and a really cute smile. Katherine just couldn’t stop looking at him. Daniel,the hot guy, walked over to Katherine and asked if he could join her. She couldn’t stop blushing. She invited him and they had ferocious match. Well, Daniel won. It was for the first time that Katherine had lost. She felt disgusted but  then looking at him gave her pleasures. Yes, she was in love. She invited him for a date without any hesitation and of course he wouldn’t reject it.
A week later, Katherine and Daniel were dating. Yes, the stubborn girl who thought love was a game, now officially  was dating the hottest guy.
They both loved each other. They had a beautiful bond. She felt like he was the Romeo to her Juliet. Everything was fine, until Daniel ended things with Katherine. One night, Katherine received a break up text from him. She was broke and she thought this is what she deserves.she went crying for nights. Fate always plays games. Maybe back in time, Katherine might have  made fun of someone confessing to her that’s why karma showed the miracles. Katherine called Daniel many times to apologize even though she didn’t know what her mistake was. After all she loved him.
For two weeks she kept calling and texting him, but there was no response. So she finally accepted the situation and moved on.
The other day, she saw Daniel with this other girl. It did hurt her when she saw him with other girls but she couldn’t help but suffer.
That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.
Few Week’s later, she had heard that Daniel had left the city and moved to Manhattan a week before. She had also heard a bad News. Yes, Daniel killed himself. He committed a suicide. No one knew why.
spoiler alert
Although he had left her, she thought It would be  generous of her, if she attends his funeral. So 4 days later, she flee to Manhattan. There she took a taxi and reached the cemetery. There his parents were crying and all she could hear was people whining. His parents walked up-to her and gave her few pages. These pages were written by Daniel to Katherine. While Katherine was going through these she thought she must find  a reason why daniel died and what was the reason behind he committing a suicide.
She packed her bags and she rushed to take the taxi.
But you think Katherine would be successful to reach the airport? What if due to she being hurry something’s might have happened.

To know read the second part as well. The story actually begins from there.

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COMPULSIONS SIMPLIFIED

Excerpt: May be I could understand him more as we are sailing in the same boat. My mind was racing with many questions. Will I be in an affair with him or is this a onetime affair?


I opened my almirah and selected a cotton saree. I love wearing sarees as I am absolutely comfortable in them. I got dressed and gave a final look in the mirror before I stepped out for office. I paused a second to glance at my husband, Puneet, who was sleeping in the other room. Involuntarily, I gave a heavy sigh and came out.
I entered office and, “Hi Sandhya” said Priya. “You are looking perfect in the cotton saree”.
“Hi Priya, thank you  …you made my day!”
I saw Shiva entering the office and we smiled at each other from a distance and he left to his desk. Shiva must be in his early 40s. He has a charming personality. He always gives a warm smile, very professional in work, always respects others. He doesn’t look his age and is handsome too. I joined this office a month back. So with few colleagues it’s only a simple smile, but with few it’s little more.
That day during lunch time I heard a voice from behind,”May I sit here?” I turned back and it’s Shiva with his lunch in his hand. “Of course yes, why not?”  We sat facing each other and to start a conversation Shiva asked, “How was the weekend?” “Nothing much, doing the pending chores and a little rest…that’s it. And yours? “Have you gone anywhere with your family”? I asked him somehow confidently assuming him to be married.
“Nowhere, just at home. Saw a movie in my home theatre with my wife”.
“That’s like a loving husband!” I said, somewhere thinking, how I wish Puneet spends time with me like this.
Shiva continued,” Actually my wife is bedridden since two years after a fatal accident. So weekends I spend with her more.”
“Oh, I feel so sad to know about her condition. How do you manage everything?”
“I depend on my cook and a nurse to take care of her apart from a regular maid. No option.”  His eyes were little moist.  I did not know how and what to converse further. We finished our lunch and got back to work.
For few days it became a routine affair to chat at the table during the lunch time. Shiva is very witty and intelligent. He has a great sense of pun. So it’s never boring to talk to him. One day he asked, “Sandhya, You have not told me anything about your family.”
“Nothing great about my family”, I sighed and continued, “My husband, Puneet doesn’t work. He is an alcoholic. I run the house and I have to give him money for alcohol too. I have a son aged 10 and I have put him in a boarding school as I don’t want his father’s influence on him”.
“How irresponsible Puneet is!” said Shiva in a little aggressive tone.
“It’s ok Shiva. Initially he worked for couple of years and due to bad friends he got into this. In the starting years, I could not come to terms with this attitude of his. I tried taking him to rehab and counseling. Nothing worked as he has become a slave to alcohol. “
“Nothing can be done now Shiva. I set my mind and only see the positive things and I pity him. I keep myself busy managing home and office. I find solace in painting. I keep myself busy and have accepted the life as it is”.
“Sandhya, you are great. May be that’s why they say woman is a personification of patience.”
“Oh come on Shiva, you are no less. You do so much for your wife, you are a devoted and loving husband too.”
On one of the days Shiva said, “You look more beautiful today in this saree.”
I just loved a simple praise from a man. I always long for a basic conversation with Puneet. I am mostly lonely. I found a good friend in Shiva and am happier these days.
“I am taking 2 days leave to meet my son. See you next Monday Shiva!”
“That’s nice. Take care. Have a safe journey. Message me once you reach there.” These little concerns show how true a person is.
“Hope you reached safe. Have a great time with your son.” “Missed our regular conversation during lunch today!”These were the messages that Shiva gave me and I was liking his concern.  As usual Puneet is lost in his own world, where only alcohol exists. Inadvertently the comparison comes in my mind between the two.
After few days I got a mail that me and Shiva are to attend a conference at Bangalore for 2 days next week and 2 rooms have been booked for us in a hotel. We need to buy air tickets which the company will reimburse later.
I immediately went to Shiva and asked him to book the flight ticket for me too. “Let’s prefer the early morning flight so that we can attend the conference the day we land.”I said to Shiva. He nodded in agreement.
The day has come and Shiva is sitting next to me in the flight. Though we became very friendly in past few months, never we sat so close. His shoulder is touching mine once in a while. I am loving the warmth of it but we both apparently seem to ignore it.
The day went on with lengthy conference and I was damn tired as I got up very early to catch the morning flight. “I need an hour sleep. Too tired.” I said to Shiva. “Me too. Ok take rest and by 8.30pm get ready. We will go to dining area down together.” I nodded in agreement this time.
I lay on bed and immediately slipped in sleep. I woke up I got dressed for dinner. It’s already 8.40pm. I waited for Shiva for 5 more min and decided to go to his room and call for dinner.
I rang the door bell and saw him in towel and he is speaking to someone over phone. I felt embarrassed and was about to go back to my room. But Shiva signaled me to come in and sit down. I could not say anything as he immediately rushed to take bath while ending the conversation.
I understood that he was talking to his wife.
I sat down in one of the two chairs kept at the corner of the room and was feeling very embarrassed over the situation. I picked up a magazine from the small table and going through it.
I heard the bathroom door being opened. Felt further uneasy and dug myself into the magazine. He may have to dress up. What to do now? Where to go?
After a minute or so I felt a hand lifting my chin and before I could react Shiva placed a deep kiss on my lips. He was again in his towel and somehow I too got tempted to reciprocate voluntarily. He was kissing my neck and I put my hand on his bare chest. I felt very different as I have never touched another man this way. In fact, I can’t recollect when Puneet and I made love. I could feel his well maintained body and he is pouring in kisses everywhere on my face and lips . He dug his head near my neck and I lost myself in him. I caressed his hair and longed for more. What happened later cannot be put in words. It’s a lovely feeling to be wanted with love, affection and desperation.
After a while we lay side by side. No words spoken and no need of them too. Surprisingly, I am not angry on him. May be I could understand him more as we are sailing in the same boat. My mind was racing with many questions. Is this wrong? Are our spouses responsible to some extent that we got tempted like this? Is this already destined? Will I be in an affair with him or is this a onetime affair? How will our friendship be from now on? Oh my God! How I got tempted like this? Though my mind is reeling with many questions, my heart is in bliss and is happy somewhere brushing aside the guilt!
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