Tuesday 31 March 2015

Juliet's Letter #2

Dear Ironman,
The love that was covering the veil is fading. I know this is unusual but the process of letting go seems easier.
I have decided to move on…
I can now carelessly roam around and spin in your presence. It is like; your shadow doesn’t make any difference. You no longer make me go crazy. My heart, beats normally now. Your smile seems less adorable and your hands appear like that of any other guy around.
I noticed you that day, intensely. Your behavior didn’t appeal me much. When you were far, you gleamed like a star. And now when I know so much about you, you are nothing but a mixture of all those century made bits of sand and dust.
Wanted to let you know that if you come around now, asking for me; it’s not going to work.
And yeah! You were looking really cute today… like always.




“Kehte hai Zinadgi se pyar karne wale,
Maut se darte hai…
Darte toh ham uss rooh ke bichadne se hai,
Jo saath nibhati chali gayi… 

No longer yours,
Juliet.

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Tuesday 24 March 2015

Imagination #13 ~The Infinite Loop called KARMA~ Part I

A dark room. Gloomy clouds. Negative environment. Seems like the happiness from around the world is lost. Everyone’s sad; no source of smile. Hatred has filled the entire sky. We are lost in the middle of nowhere. Yesterday, I smiled as my child spoke for the first time. She called out ‘ma’. She could just bring her lips together and somehow managed to produce the sound. I cannot explain how it felt that very moment. It was as if I was granted heaven. Tears rolled down due to the inability to control the pleasure. Tears are still in there, gushing out with pressure. The only difference is in the depth of emotions. It is the complete reciprocal.

I do not know why this happened. What was that I missed in myself? Was I not good enough? The person who kissed me yesterday morning on my lips and shoulders and forehead is now standing at a distance without a pinch of feeling in his eyes. No! I can sense in some feelings. And it is nothing close to love.

My daughter is trying to get out of my arms and hug her dad. She does that every time she sees him coming. I sometimes feel jealous when she does that. It seems like I am important but he is more. He loved her more than his life. He sacrifices his sleep every night, only because she needs constant care; only because she needs to be fed in the middle of the night. I know this is weird, but our daughter is one of a kind.

Now, this very moment he is standing right in front of me, but is still miles apart. How does it feel to know that a person you loved was never really that person? How does it feel to know that the person you thought loved you, doesn’t care anymore? I’m exactly feeling the same thing.

Five years of marriage and he hasn’t got a single drop of emotion for me. Hate? Did I really deserve that? After having left my family only for his sake, how does he expect me to forget him? So many questions and no clue about the answer.

Karma… they say it right; it never goes off… Someday, somewhere, you are going to feel the same way you made somebody else feel. You are going to get hurt in the same manner. The cycle of life doesn’t stop looping unless you die. And sometimes haunts you even after death. This is one such truth which shattered my life into pieces tinier that the sand and edgier than the crystal.

When it hits you, you do not know your mistake. The fate always turns upside down in the most unexpected period. His brother loved me, but I never felt so. I couldn’t get in the emotions the way he got it for me. We were never meant to be and so our paths never crossed. I left the decision on destiny and today it slapped right on my face with great force unable to bear.

I loved my daughter’s father not because he was a good person or because he gave me all the happiness. I loved him, because I loved him and there is no reason. The way we met, the way feelings arose for him, the way he made me feel was all so perfect. And it was all planned… just to make me realize the same pain his brother sensed.

Even though he said all that and trashed my soul, I still looked into his eyes, in hope of finding some love. The same love that I saw yesterday, and that day and on the day of our wedding. But to my dismay, that was the worst try. I couldn’t even search for some pity in through his eyes. Not even when I shed a river of salted water.

I am going to die every day. Remembering him, his love, his care… I’m going to miss that jealousy when my daughter would want to hug her father. I’m going to miss his early morning kiss; and his late night hug; his calls, his messages, which showed his infinite love.

Throughout my life, I doubted every single happiness that came through. I was too scared to be in love. But when he came… He took all the pain and fear. He filled the spaces inside my heart. I cannot believe I trusted a man who broke every bit of me. I hate myself for not hating him even now.
I do not know if this is the end of our story. But for me, our relationship would always be the purest; the one, which came out straight through the soul.



Thursday 12 March 2015

Imagination #12 ^Bonjour étranger^

“You are going to do that once more! Aren’t you?” I shouted at Maira. She ditched again, making her counts elevate its slope. It was because her stingy, conservative, ruthless, cynical, grumpy, bossy and so-called boyfriend wanted to spend the night together. I so hate him and every time he gives me an additional reason to move a step further in that page. “I’m sorry Aashna. He wants me to be by his side. Please try to understand.” She pleaded like always. “Do whatever you want to!” I slammed the door at her.

I do not know why I trust her all the time with those plans. I have always been a short-tempered person and last minute cut outs, bring it out even sooner. Why do girls need boy friends and lovers? It simply acts as an extra effort, to deprive them of the little freedom that they enjoy. Restrictions, emotional blackmails, unwanted issues, etc, etc, etc… The synonym of such a relationship should have been termed as ‘suicide’.

My friends always choose the guys who suck in some or the other way. There are good guys out there and they always fall for the useless ones. And these guys treat them no less than slaves. Girls aren’t even back in this matter; treating them as toys. On a whole, I’ve had a problem from the very beginning and it’s still constant.

“I’m not dozing off this time. I’m gonna go out there and enjoy. Yes! I surely can do that on my own.” I started consoling myself. I wandered through the alley; noticed every other figure that crossed across. I definitely didn’t want the would-be wonderful evening to turn into a horror one. A cheap bar caught my sight. My mind forced me to pick up some beer but my heart restricted buying cigarettes only. I took the pack and made my way to the beach.

I loved the calmness of the shores; the silence which creeps and the rush of the tides to the bank. The moonlight illuminated the entire ocean. It glowed like stars fallen from the sky straight into the heart of the salted water. The view was truly delightful. I could spend the entire life just admiring the boundless beauty. For a moment I was thankful that I was alone. I could hear my heart beating steadily, making me feel like the only existent. I sat over the non-uniformly distributed dry sand and took off my sneakers. 

I opened the pack of cigarettes and took one out. And geez! I didn’t have a lighter. How dumb of me to take the entire pack without having anything to light it up. I took my face into my palms and cursed myself for ruining the night. “Need some light?” approached a voice from behind with a fired matchstick. I instantly turned back to find an unknown figure. I couldn’t see his face clearly but knew that he was handsome. The moonlight reflected perfectly over the highlighted features of his face. “Thank you.” I said with less grace. He sat beside me and asked, “Can I?” pointing at the pack.”Yeah” I said and passed a stick.

“Breakup?” he asked trying to figure out the reason for my loneliness. “My friend got a new boy friend.” “Oh, that’s sad.” He said and made a face. I giggled over that. “You?” I asked. “Shores; they call me out every night.”He sounded genuine. “Cool…” I said and the silence filled the place again.

I took out my phone and opened up my whatsapp account. Nobody was online and I wasn’t even feeling like texting, so thought of changing the profile picture. I set a picture written ‘Hakuna Matata’. And again set it aside. “Hakuna Matata – no worries.” He commented. I turned towards him and smiled, “Yeah.” “Timon and Pumba right? Oh I miss that show.” “Me too… their carefree nature, the awesomeness…” “You remember Pokémon, Popeye and uhhh Recess?” “Oh yeah… Recess was good. Never watched Pokémon.” I said with a stick-out tongue. He chuckled, “The best among all was Dexter’s laboratory; inspired me a lot.” “I liked Oswald.” “The octopus?” “Yeah.” “He was good. Ahh… those days… I miss them. I miss being that quiet guy who used to close him up in the corner and look strangely at everyone.” He said nostalgically looking at the sky. ”Even I miss that shy girl who was always scared of the spotlight; had so much to tell but never opened up. That innocence…” I said feeling evocative and content at the same time.

We gossiped like lost old friends. He told me about his stupid girl friends, who acted smart, his puppy who cheered him up whenever the same species cheated. I told him about my crushes and confessions, the silly thoughts that popped up when I imagine about them. Bits of cigarettes were all over the place. I glanced over my watch. “I should leave now. It is already 2.”I told him half-heartedly wearing back my sneakers. He didn’t say anything and just looked straight through me. “Good night.” I said. “mmmmm Yeah, see you. Good night.” “I got up and commenced walking. “Hey!” he called out. “I just thought it wouldn’t be safe for you to walk back alone.” My heart started pumping faster. “Not an issue. My place isn’t that far.” “Okay then. Take care.” He waved at me and turned to the other direction .I took baby steps as the desire to talk to him again aroused. I turned as I reached the curve. He was still standing there and waved at me. I waved back and walked towards my apartment.


My face was lit up even though I was feeling sleepy. I had never had such a comfortable chat in years. The beach, the cigarettes and the night added up to the situation making it cozier and unfiltered. He was witty, elite and charismatic. I cannot define his exceptionality. Maira opened the door for me. Her boyfriend was sitting on the couch watching something on the television. “Where have you been? You know I was so worried.” She said tensed. “I was at the beach.”I said, still smiling. “Alone? At the beach, all this time?” “I wasn’t alone.” “Who were you with?” “I was with…“ I trailed off. God! I didn’t know his name. We shared so much and I didn’t know whom I talked to. We had such a long conversation and didn’t share any sort of basic information. The thought that I was never going to meet him again, made me really sad. And then a clip struck my mind. “Shores; they call me out every night.”He said that. So there are chances that he is going to come there the next night and probably wait for me this time. I hugged Maira and smiled like a fool. I could see her puzzled expression but I didn’t care to explain to her the situation I was in. I looked at the wall clock. Twenty hours more; and I will once again meet the stranger and share the unshared.   

*A stranger can clear out the doubt; you were clueless to live without.*
P.S: 'Bonjour étrange' means 'Hello stranger' in french.
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