"Hey.."
"Hows holidaying?",smiling,as she always did on hearing his voice..
"It's going good..now we're heading to a beach,thats 50km away"..
"50km?Is it that worth?Whats so special about the beach?",mysterious,eh!
"We get the little drops of heaven there.."
"Shit!!"anguish!!
"**No response**"
"Don't do that yaar..",voice almost frail..
"**No response**"
Ever since her conversation with him in the afternoon,she had been restless,deprived of peace of mind..Turbulence rankled inside..tears fluttered and peeped out,ready to burst..Restlessly she wandered around..There was nothing she found which could distract her..
She prayed for long,unusual in a usual day,as if in search of those 'drops of heaven',which she always found with god.. She tried straining herself with every possible way until she was exhausted..But with every quantum of exhaustion,her exasperation and self-chastisement spiraled..There was nowhere she could turn to for solace..music,books,nothing extended their arms in support..
His arrogance and balls that she found attractive,seemed a ridiculous pain in the ass now,for she knew he wouldn't comply by anyone but himself..She always loved him for the way he was..the arrogance,shamelessness,defiance,.there was not a single quality she found nauseating.. She enjoyed his theories on booze,fag,dope,girls, with the pinch of optimism that it was the age factor..Every passing day she hoped,alas prayed for him to redeem..
'I will stop fags once i get employed',was his word,which he never lived upto..
'I've stopped doping ceremonially',was his declaration after graduation,which he never respected..
And every single time he left for holidaying with his friends,she despite being happy for his happiness,couldn't help shuddering out of agony,over his abysmal life..
Strangled between the conservative upbringing which held her back from accepting things as they were before and her blinding love for him which made her all the more optimistic was she..Blanched and baffled..
Was her hope to be unrequited or genuinely answered?
PS:I'm thankful to ZB for the exercise he conferred on us..I really enjoyed the foray into story writing.. I may not be very good at fictions..but do bear with my fragile imaginations..
Khuda Hafiz
~Gayathri~
15 comments:
Ur writing is impressive as usual :)
Hey is there a continuation to this post ?????
:)
Well written,..as usual..!!
That was crisp! The competition did do a lot of good isnt it!! rock on girl!!
Very well written dear!!keep up the gud work...hoping to read more ..Now you hv a new follower in me.
it was really good. Nicely narrated. Write more stories. See, this is an example. You have it in you. You can write better, longer, more expressive stories. TC:)
Wow! ZB's competition is really becoming popular :) Nicely written as always Gayathri...
it was good, and i would say very good, to the point and i liked that, the best was the character development, you just wrote it all in such a small post, great going gayathri devi ji(*rem my tag*) ;)
take care and keep writing.........
@Satish thanks :) But continuation,none in mind as of now :D
@Rahil Thanks..so out of hibernation finally??
@Sujata,yeah it did :D...
@Happybirdie thanks :)..and welcome here :)
@ZB thanks,and i owe you for that :)
@Dhanya,yeah..it's quite popular now it seems :D..and thanks :)
@Thousif,thanks you thank you..and Ji makes me feel old..gayathri is more than enough to have completed an essay long tag :P
very neatly written..i think this is yur first attempt on story telling? goood one.... ok cya around...hav'nt seen yu around ma blog lately? busy eh!
HaRy
i know i know whose the protagonist in this story....!!!!!
ok ji :P
take care and keep writing..........
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