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Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Surprise!!

2:00 am. Bhusawal station. Drenched empty roads. She stepped out, into a puddle. Her tears mingled with the raindrops. Her red stilettos. Her precious stilettos. Fuck him, she said as she turned back. And there he was, killer smile and all. Relieved, she fell into him, like paper to flame.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Spin a Yarn

“Please stop. Please stop now. Yes. Yes. Oh!” He gazes at me, and sighs. This is not fair at all. This is not supposed to happen. He looks around, at the excited eyes, fixated on his hand. He gives me another lecherous look, and spins again. And I realize how much I hate Spin-the-Bottle.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Of Colors and Letters

Book Antiqua, Garamond, Monotype Corsiva. Taking out her fountain pen, she finally wrote the letter in long hand. She thought about the flowers. Red, Purple, Yellow. The colors of the bruises. The colors of the flowers he brought her afterwards. Nobody will ever buy me flowers again, she smiled.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Anonymous Marriage

Stunned. Breathless. He stared at his monitor for the longest time. This can’t be true, he murmured, feeling the hollowness in his own belief. Six years. Every single detail. Duly recorded. He believed his marriage to be a happy one, till he found the anonymous blog.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

HIMYF!!

It was my best friend’s bachelorette party. Champagne, chocolates, lingerie. And the hottest stripper ever. Satin black shirt. Musky cologne. Broad shoulders. Sexy hips. Women drooled all over him. His eyes flirted with mine. He took my hand. And held me close. And that kids, is How I Really Met Your Father.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Rimjhim Gire Saawan...

2008. Lonavala. Torrential Rains. Overflowing dam. They sat on the edge. Laughing. Deliriously happy. Having found this time alone. Rimjhim Gire Saawan.. she sang. And then she slipped. Into the dam. He screamed. He cried. He fled. Today shadows often dance on the dam. On quiet nights. And the breeze hums, Rimjhim Gire Saawan..

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

The Finger!!

Her fingers moved furiously, while she concentrated on his lips. Emotions flared. Words flew. The argument intensified. How do you sign ‘I am sorry’, he tried to recall. And then she showed him the middle finger. They both burst into laughter. Sign language or not, some actions are very clear.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Its only tears

"The house captain for Red house is...."
How could they not call her name, she wondered.
Disappointment trickled down her cheek mixed with tears.
"And the headgirl for 2009 is...."
Oh!! these are tears of happiness.
She said to those admiring the headgirl badge on her.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Wedding Announcement

"Congratulations Rahul!!" he grinned as all of them hugged him.
They had all met after 6 years. He had just announced his wedding.
Even in their drunken stupor, they were all happy for him.
Whos the bride, Rahul? Nikita.
Nikita Verma? Sahil asked. He nodded, surprised.
So you are the 'creepy wannabe' she said she had to marry, just because I said no to her?

Friday, July 24, 2009

It will never be you...

'I love you baby', he said softly as she neared him.
She couldn't breathe for a few seconds.
She closed the distance and hugged him tight.
Thats when she noticed...
The bluetooth device in his ears and the look of shock in his eyes.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Baby.. My Baby

People wailed, everywhere she saw. Her husband sat on the steps, sobbing.
But she stood there, statue-like, not a tear in her eyes.
Her baby lay in front of her, wrapped in cloth, covered in flowers, dead.
She just wanted to tell someone, anyone. She did not mean to do this.
He just would not stop crying.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Whispered Love

A million thoughts crossed his mind, as she walked towards him.
She gave him a peck on his cheek and hugged him tight.
He silently thanked God, that she had finally understood his love for her.
And then she whispered into his ear, ‘Is the guy in the Red Octavia looking at us?’

Saturday, July 11, 2009

For the love of a woman

The sway of your hips. The pout on those lips. Those slim fingers.
You are perfect. I saw you. And I wanted you.
Today, I taste the saltiness of your skin. Take in your heavenly fragrance.
Touch you. Feel you. Explore you.
You would have enjoyed it, you know.
If only you hadn’t resisted.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Anything for a smile.. :-)

She watched his face break into a smile. She had just told him her decision.
Her heart skipped a beat. ‘Keep him smiling always’, she silently prayed.
And walked away, as the pain shot through her heart.
I think you would be happier with Jia. She had finally said it.