Thousand Possibilities

There could have been thousand realms of the possibilities that could have existed in the moment that I was. Sitting at the coffee table of a café on the street, the bright rays of sun had just started to pour in through the glass wall and on a mild cold morning, a little warmth was always welcome. The waitress came in poured me another cup of black coffee in the glass cup and headed for another table. I kept on looking outside on the street for a sigh to decide upon something very important in my life, i.e. that day. There was nothing special about that day, it was nearly same as this day but living in the present makes every day more important than the past one and as somebody said “the way you pass your day is the way you lead your life”.

So there I was, trying to give some meaning to the day it was going to be. If would have to die the next day or something, I would have been more focused on making that day seem more important to myself, but it wasn’t going that way. Even how hard I tried I felt same like every other day, so I decided to wait for a sign. Just when I was about to sip my coffee for the 10^th time, an asteroid crashed beside the café. It could have been one of the possibilities that could have happened but it didn’t, I sipped my coffee for the 10^th time and every thing was normal. I started yawning from boredom. Just then a two cars collided, not at a very high speed but driver of one of the car seemed injured. I ran out of the café, somehow pulled open the door of the crashed car and pulled out the driver.

He was a man somewhere in his 50s, wearing a rich suit. His head was seriously injured. People started gathering, so before much public could get around, I stopped a cab and took him to the hospital. The hospital authorities asked me the name of the person. I scanned his suit and able to lay hand on his wallet in which there was his license. I handed the license to the authorities and further scanned his wallet and cellphone to get some contact for his relatives. Coincidently his phone started buzzing the same time. I picked up the call.

A girl answered on the other side, “hello, dad don’t forget to pick the dress in the way”, I waited for a while, the again said, “hello, dad”. I said “hello, ma’am I am sorry to tell you but your dad met an accident on the way and I brought him to this hospital on the 8^th avenue, Hudson street”, “what, how did this happen, I would be there as soon as possible” and she hung up the phone. The doctor took the man into the operation theatre, mean while the police was there to take my statement. I told them what ever I saw. I waited for another 15 minutes and suddenly a girl came rushing in. she was trying to enquire every body about somebody. I approached her and asked that was the man in the brown suit is her dad. She replied affirmative. I took her near the operation theatre and told her every thing. She hugged me immediately and thanked me.

After some time the door of the operation theatre opened and the doctor came out, he said that the patient was ok and would come back to senses in an hour, before that nobody could go in. we sat on the chairs outside and I kept on consoling her. After an hour a nurse came to tell that we can visit the patient, we went in the room, the man was awake. He held her daughter’s hand and said “this is the right guy for you, you both should marry” and after some days we both were married and I was handed over a large business and I or we lived happily ever after.

Nothing of this sort happened, there was no car crash, no one was injured and no one giving me large business and his beautiful daughter to marry, but it could have been one of the possibilities. I was sitting in the stupid café sipping over my coffee for the 20^th time since the morning waiting for some sign.

An hour had passed, still, nothing. Out of boredom I took out my sketch book and looked around for something to sketch. Precisely there was nothing so beautiful to be sketched, so I just started sketching the street itself, with random figures in the back ground like a boat, a girl’s face and many other things which appeared as a water mark behind the street. I guess I spent about six hours sketching all this. I don’t know how many times the girl poured coffee for me, and how the sky was filled with black clouds and the sun has vanished . I was busy sketching so much so much that I never noticed that somebody was standing behind my back for the last two hours, until he said, “This is few of the best works that I have ever seen”.

I turned around and looked at him. He was some what in his 50s or 40s can’t say exactly, but had a radiant face, well trimmed beard and combed hairs. I said “thanks for the compliment”. He pulled a chair and sat beside me and said “can I see your sketch book” “sure” I answered. I gave him my sketchbook. He scanned through each of the sketches carefully for about half an hour and than said “I would like to have an art exhibition of yours in my art gallery”. I was shocked for a while, and then said “what, really, that would be great and an honor to me”, he said “ and also I would like to buy this sketch of the street that you just made, this is one of a kind, so how much would you accept for this”. I was in a thought for a while and before I could say any thing he spoke again “would $10,000 suffice”, I literaaly gaped at him and he said “I think that will suffice and rest we can also auction your sketches after the exhibition is over”. He signed a cheque attached it with a business card of his and gave it to me.

Few moments back I was this guy living from hand to mouth and suddenly I have $10,000 at my disposal and may be even more after the auction. It felt so good that I shouted “yess” and everybody was staring at me, because nothing of this sort happened. I know nothing about sketching, had no sketching book nor a pencil even, but that could have been a possibility. The street still looked the same, sun was still visible and I was sipping my coffee for the 30^th time.

I guess this coffee had sort of alcoholic effect in it, so to check I got up and started falling out of dizziness and caught by the waitress, which I never realized was so beautiful.

Well till now you must me wondering that even this happened or not. Well it didn’t but could have been a possibility. I am going to tell you any more of this because till now you would have lost faith between what really happened and what didn’t. Rather I would say nothing is true, there is no sun in the sky, there is no café, there is no glass wall and there is no waitress, beautiful or ugly. But wait, two things are true, first I am having a black coffee, which I just made and I wrote these possibilities, sitting in a closed room of my apartment at 4am in the morning, when there is no sun and my roommate snoring.

Well everything is not that great, but not that ugly either, coz there are thousand possibilities…!!

A kiss to forget

He really didn't had an idea when he started to think about her. They knew each other after they met two years back on a journey. That was short meeting lasted for only four hours and that too only a general one out of boredom in the train. They only talked about their work and day today life. They didn’t exchange any contacts, just the names.

Years passed he almost never thought of her till this evening when he ended up with the only relationship he had, in his quest to move away from this world he lived in, he ended up thinking of her. He just logged into his facebook account and searched for name. After scrolling through photos, he finally saw hers. He had to literally zoom to confirm that she was her only. He just sent a friendship request over, with the message explaining a bit of the past when they shared the moment.

Much to his surprise within two hours of his request, he received a message of acceptance of friendship on his cellphone. He immediately logged into his account and found her online. The chat grew longer and they ended up talking for about four hours.

Within a month they almost knew everything about each other.

She also had a bad relation which had already ended about a year back, but she wasn’t still through it. Some where they felt connected deep inside, moreover emotionally.

Two months passed, they still hadn’t met. He thought of her most of the time but never really felt the feeling of love for her. He cared for her and sometimes thought that he may love her if he may meet her, but wasn’t sure. It was on one of this evening when his boss called him and gave him tickets to her city, he had meeting scheduled over there. He had reach in the morning and leave by the morning.

He thought of telling her but really couldn’t decide what to do. He called one of his friend in the city and told him that he would be there and needs to stay only for the night. He boarded the train on 6^th was there on 7^th morning. The whole journey he couldn’ sleep , only to decide to think what should he do. As he reached the station he took out his cellphone to call his friend to pick him up. But before he could press the keys, he received a message saying good morning and tht she didn’t felt good today, just depressed.

He didn’t gave another thought and smsed her that he is here in the city and would be leaving by the night. She immediately called her, shouted a bit for why didn’t called him earlier. Finally she said that he is straight ways coming to her house for the day a her parents were out for a couple of days. He resisted for a while but she won’t listen.

she gave him the address and heI was there in half an hour.. she lived in an apartment on the 11^th floor. I rang the bell and she opened the door. Her hairs were unkemptbut in a cute way. It was the first time after he met her after talking so much. She wore a knee length payjama and a sleeveless boat necked top. She smiled as she opened the door.
He stepped in to the house. It wasn't too big bt pretty attractive. He sat on the recliner and asked " are you sure there won't be any problem with his staying here"... She sat next to him and said "no, and u'll be gone by the evening" "yup" he replied..
she said u go and take a bath while I put on the breakfast... He went
to the bathroom and after 10min her voice came, "hey the breakfast is
ready"... He was also done by then and He came out just with a towel. As he
came out she was standing just in front of him...she just smiled a said in a low voice "sexy body hmmm.." he just smiled back and went to put on some thing. he just wore a t-shirt and came back in towel itself.

she was still smiling..they both took their plates and went to the recliner...we just started talking and the topic drifted to emotional side and in tht flow he asked her....."u have been relationship, but you said never met the guy" she replied "no, it wasn’t like tht we met sometimes but always on the airport coz he always had to catch the next flight" i again asked "so have you ever been kissed"...there was silence for a while and then she answered "no, whenever we met it was always too public"...and again there was silence.

She got up and said I have some cleaning to be done, you make yourself comfortable. Her voice was low. she walked with slow steps, like thinking something. Instead of cleaning she went into the room. He heard some voice like she wept. But he didn’t had the courage to go there. After an hour she came back and sat on the recliner where he sat watching t.v.. her eyes looked a little weary. She definitely cried.

She said, pretending to be normal, what were you saying, when I left. He just switched off the t.v and said, I asked “ have you ever been kissed” further he said "u know a kiss sometimes brings every emotion inside us out...it releives us of all tht we can't let out." After saying this he just hated himself, why did he even thought of speaking it. That was it he thought, the next momet she would throw her out.

she sat looking to him for a while thn said "i dn't know why I m saying all this n also what would you think abt me bt i think u r the only person who have
the slightest possibility of understanding me...i don't know i love uor not but like talking to you..so can u just love me for a moment and kiss me , make me forget the pain inside me." he looked at her and "I have never taken the feeling inside us to be bad...u asked me bcoz u think I would undrstand...n i do understand, i have been through the
same thing" with this i shifted closer to her, i could feel her soft hands touching mine...i looked into her eyes...she slowly closed thm n her lips were ready to be kissed... Bt I whispered not now every thing has a moment and moment is not this. Its too obvious right now..i just touched her soft face and she opened her eyes with a small smile n said "thanx.."

she gotup and asked whn are you going to the meetinge" he said "its
already 10, I think i should leave" "ok"she said...her voice was
shivering a bit...He got ready and said "hey close the door i m
leaving..she came and before i opened the door He went close to her and
placed a kiss on her cheeks and said "i'll be back"...
He went to the meeting but for the whole time He was thinking about
her..He came bck and rung the bell..she opened the door..her hairs were
wet and she wore a sweet looking skirt and t-shrt.. He entered and said “I can’t say any, you look sweet”...she just closed the door smilingly...He just went and changed into some loose clothes..
When he came out he couldn't see her..he just looked aroind and found her
looking out of the window...
He went close to her slowly and wrapped my hands slowly around and
softly laid my chin on her shoulders and his face touched her soft
cheeks...
for a moment she was taken aback thn relaxed knwing it ws him..he
could smell her hairs. She said "is this wrong wht i m doing" he just
turned he slowly and gently placed my lips upon hers, ...even he
hadn't kissed in a while and even he needed to relieve himself frm all
the emotions he had suppressed...
Her lips were soft and their touch sent a chill in him and even in hers as he could feel the twitch in her skin...he moved his hands slowly into her t-shirt touching her back and then moved to her hairs caressing them slowly, they were soft and could still smell her intoxicating aroma...she held me more close to herse'f..now their bodies totally touched each other. There was sensation which he could not explain, but felt pure for that moment. He knew nothing bt he loved for that moment.. .he could the fast beating heart of hers against his..and kept on caressing her hairs to calm her down...slowly her heart slowed down and she was into the moment...their kiss became more intense they just wern't there anymore...

This continued for about twenty minutes and thn he slowly moved my lips
away frm hers..bt still holding her...he just whispered did you feel it
was wrong....she just opened her eyes slowly, were shinning water
floated on the edge and she said.."i couldn't had been more right.."

Eye Wall

Exactly 38 sheets of paper were scattered to my left. A quarter filled jug of water, kept just three steps away from me on the table. The remote for the television was buried under the sofa cushion with three pairs of unwashed socks next to it. The room was exact mess. Nothing was where it has to be but nothing was anywhere I didn’t knew. Whatever be the condition of my room I always knew where each and every thing was. But only didn’t knew two things. First how much money at any point of time I had in my pocket. Secondly, where my pencil was?. Yeah you heard it right my pencil, it was the item I needed the most and never had when I needed it.

I bought I pencil approximately daily. I am musician and the best part about me is there is nothing good about me to tell. The more good about yourself you have, the more you have to talk about it. People are always curious. I don’t like talking much neither answering too many questions. I rarely comb my hairs, I liked it all messed up. You can call me a perfect moron, but this what I loved to be. After the school I got into creating music and never went to college. I sold some pieces of music, as jingles and dubbed an album of mine which was pretty well taken. After that I started going out less. It was only Sunday which I always had a night out at the pub three blocks away. I usually sat, drank very little and only listened to the band that played. I just loved the band.

If you look at my wall, you’ll find thousands of eyes. I have this crazy source of inspiration. I cut out the section of eyes from every photograph I had and also surfed the net to download many more. I had this all made in sort of collage and covered the whole wall. Whenever I look at it I feel good. Its like looking at thousand expressions at a time. That is my inspiration, those expressions in the eyes. but for the past few months this hasn’t been working for me. The eyes couldn’t inspire me much.

I just hit a key on my keyboard and with the sound I decided I need to change. I wanted to study now. I wanted to join a college. That very moment I got up and packed all my instruments. It took me whole day. By the end of the day, I still wasn’t exhausted. So I sat down to decide what I wanted to study. I surfed a few colleges on net and the majors offered by them. I didn’t wanted to study music. After all the search I couldn’t decide what would I study. I jumped over the sofa and the t.v remote popped up from the other side. I switched on the t.v. and the screened opened to show a beautiful world below the ocean. So there and then it was decided. I would study marine biology. I hate myself for deciding this because I hate animals, any kind.

There was exactly no sense in what I decided. I have been literally flunking in science in whole of school life. But I am a man of my moods. I do what I have to, whatever it takes. In the morning I got up and got ready for going to some of the colleges. My getting is usually a pretty fast job because neither I shave too often nor I comb my hairs too damm much. Like those other gentleman guys. But that I somehow I shaved, even my chest and also combed my hairs. Pulled out a clean shinning white shirt and a blue jeans. All this didn’t make look young and dandy. My eyes are always sort of weary.

I visited a few collages, bought the forms and noted the interview dates for all of them. All the interviews were scheduled after a month. In true sense I needed that time because I didn’t had the slightest idea of what marine biology is or even what had happened to science in all these years. I bought few books. Even read a few pages but whenever I had mark any of the lines, I just couldn’t find my pencil. After two days of toil and even turmoil I knew I needed a tution. I gave an advertisement for a teacher who could teach me a bit but my only condition was he or she had to come to my place and teach me. I don’t go to peoples’s houses nor I could understand a bit in group study.

About four entries came. Two male and two female. The male ones were about in their 40’s and none of them was the opinion that I could learn anything, looking at the mess at my place. The females weren’t any young either. Somewhere in their 30’s. I didn’t knew what opinion they had about me. they just walked away as soon as they saw my apartment. One of them even freaked out looking at the ‘eye wall’. I guess she thought I was some sort of serial killer who photographs its target and collected their eye shots.

I didn’t gave up the search. The combination of marine and tution landed me to cuba on google. I looked at the number and called the agency at once. Somebody picked up the phone asked for my requirement and put the call on hold. I never told them that I was about 2000 miles away from them. After sometime a female voice answered. The voice was subtle but not charming or anything. She talked to me for a while, about me qualifications and my conditions. Finally I told her I was 2000 miles away in some other continent. There was a pause, but not of astonishment. Like then one you just have right before a deep thought. After about ten seconds she said, “how and how much are gonna pay”, my answer was “how are you gonna teach”.

You know payment in any corner of the word today is the smallest deal you have to think about. Money can be transferred to any corner of the world with a press of a button. I was paying ten times the money I would have paid to any damm teacher here and she agreed to teach me on phone. I was paying her enough to cover all the call expenses of the call she would have to make. I am rich boy, in the terms that the money I received from my last hit album, I never spent it at all. I multiplied with huge interests.

I connected my phone to the my 7.1 surround sound speaker I used while creating music and used a collar mike to answer. She started with the basics I needed to know. She kept on speaking and listen to her walking in my room. i noted whatever I needed to on my laptop, so that I don’t have to bother about my pencil any more. One week passed we never talked any thing except studies well it was one of my conditions no questions in personal. Then one day, while teaching as usual she suddenly said, “ how old are you?”. it wasn’t like a normal question. It was like she kept on speaking and suddenly spoke it spontaneously”. Even I didn’t paid much heed to it and answered ,”well I am 28 and how old are you”, she said “48” and we continued the study.

After that she continued this way only. She asked a question right in middle of the teaching and continue studying. I didn’t mind that because it wasn’t like any question answer round where you are bombarded with questions. I answered them. After another one week she knew that I was musician, what was the condition of my apartment, what I liked in food, how often did I go out, did I have an extra key to my apartment and where did I keep it when I go out, my favorite color and even my “eye wall”. Well I must say she was quiet a bit of intelligent conversationalist.

The next week to it, she didn’t asked me anything about me anymore. She told about herself. She told me she had a daughter, who was had handicap. She needed supporters to walk, and she was quiet a bit of an artist, her daughter I mean. On the last day of that week I heard her daughter. She was talking to her mother while she was teaching me. She had a pretty catchy voice. To be true I was impressed by her voice. The next week was the last one. In that week she didn’t taught much. She just told stories about what happened to her daughter and how she still lived with a smile only to do what she could do beautifully and now she Is a artist.

I didn’t understood why she told me all this but I didn’t mind listening to her coz I didn’t have to speak much neither console her. She just could make you listen. I had my interview on Monday, she taught me last on Friday, at the end of the lesson she just said “listen my boy, you’ll find the truth and peace in anything you do, till you find a reason for the things you love and still you not do.”

The next day was Saturday. I did nothing except laying back, watching television and waiting for Sunday evening. Finally the evening came. I left my house at around 5:00 in the evening. That night I didn’t even drank the slightest bit. Just stayed at the pub and listened to the music. I walked back to my apartment at 6:00 in the morning. As I reached my apartment stairs, I saw girl standing just few steps from the gate. She called a cab. Her voice was beautiful. The cab came she opened and limped forward. She pulled out the supporters from under her coat and kept inside the car. Then she turned towards me. Those were one beautiful eyes I had seen in a while, they had the most mysterious expression in them. She got in and the cab moved away.

I stayed there for a few seconds and the walked up the steps to my apartment. I unlocked the door and as I stepped in I didn’t have the slightest idea where was my everything. At that moment I was lost. My whole apartment was clean. Everything was arranged. All my stuff was in the exact place where they should have been. For the first time clear sunlight was coming from the window and falling directly on my “e-e-eye wow wall”. It had been totally transformed, all those eyes were arranged some how to match colors and form my face. Before that I never realized it could have happened. I walked towards the table. On the table there were some flowers, a picture of an old woman and a note below it. Which read :-

“ Dear son,

I hadn’t been well for the last three weeks. I was on bed all the time while I taught you. Nobody was near to me except my daughter but she also had her commitments. She always did more than she could for me. she made me record every conversation we had. And then we both used to listen to it in the evening. She was the one who made me ask questions.

I this last week I was in very bad condition and by the time you receive I may not be even alive. I wrote this only to tell you need to do what you love to.”

I dropped the letter and ran back down to the road, I knew it was futile. She was gone but I never wanted a ruin a possibility. She wasn’t there. I went up and opened my musical instrument. The same evening I created the best music in my life. I sent it to the music company. They liked it like anything. I never went to the interview and dubbed the album the next week. The next thing I knew I was I had to fly to cuba.

An Ode To You!!!

“A 100 days have made me older, since the last time that I saw your pretty face”

The story isn’t so simple, but not so complex either!!!

I have liked the day I saw you, but I haven’t been in the same state either.

You remained in the vicinity of my physical existence of moment only, I remember!!!

That was your first day in school and you neither looked cheerful nor in any ways somber.

I wished you were in my class but the destiny favored against!!!

You entered my class mistakenly and the memory of it doesn’t seem to faint.

The days after that I grew more and more on you!!!

And till dates I some where feel I am still somewhat into you.

I loved your ladybird cycle, especially when rode it!!!

But the fact crushed my heart that somebody else always accompanied you and I couldn’t do it.

As the days passed, there were many eyes that adored you!!!

I knew them all and have even seen some of them propose you.

I wasn’t the guy who would do such a thing!!!

I just stayed silent, watched you and sometimes sing.

In the winters, I remember you having a pink nose with cold!!!

You kept your cold hands inside your pocket, which I wished someday I could hold.

The red jacket and the black thread that you wore in your neck!!!

Wow! I would say and my heart would wreck.

Chicken, your favorite dish I guess!!!

I always thought you are so cute, how can I like you a little less.

Well those days are gone long back, after that I rarely saw you!!!

But by God’s grace I always saw you in a month or two.

Last time I guess I saw you in wave!!!

I followed you till Westside and now I think I was so naïve.

I have thousand times tried to sketch you with my pencil!!!

But none of them even came near you, as neither you were there nor your exact stencil.

Your hairs were the most the which I cared!!!

Your shiny eyes!! I wish they never have tears.

Now as far as my identity is concerned, it’ll remain a mystery!!!

As my life walking along you is long gone back history.

I am a loner after all!!!

Don’t try finding me on orkut, I don’t exist there at all.

I just one person of whom nobody has a clue about!!!

You may go asking about me from everybody from your past. But nobody ever will think about me with a doubt.

Lastly I just remember I never have said a word to you!!!

But that’s not what I regret now, the only thought I have now is I couldn’t know as a friend who are you.

I still wish if I could ever see you in the train back and forth to delhi!!!

I know you would have a least intention of knowing who I am, even I hope I never meet you at all.

“Now our miles are separate, it appears now I am forgetting your face”

Chicken Afternoons....

The story isn’t so simple but not so complex either…

We are simple humans with simple human instincts rather very cognizant instinct…

We strive hard to provide some relief to the nation…

You heard it right the nation…

After all its small effort that make a difference…

Like every good thought which is put to application…..

We also have critics, and serious ones….

Merciless, ruthless, agnostic and much more they call us…

These words surely pierce our hearts…

But our determination stands much higher….

People cram words every morning from economic times about food inflation….

But how many of them do something about it..

We took a stride ahead and we are called “rebels”…

The name doesn’t disappoint us; at least it gives us a different place…

But tougher has always been to maintain that place…

HDFC, KFC, KAREEM’S or the Chinese van across the road…

We fulfill our obligations anyways….

We are few pure hearted people, not some thoughtless goons…

This remains as a request to all, think a bit from our perspective and don’t ruin our “Chicken Afternoons”

An Insight

I was never denied my freedom!!

as i was always the last..

I walked, I stopped, I looked at someone...

and then got lost!!!

I sat alone beside a tree..

but didn't fell the loneliness at all!!

Every morning I felt like dying, even died...

but came to life as I saw the sun glowing like a fire ball!!!

My face has changed in years...

still my friends say i haven't changed at all!!!

Wrong or right I always followed my heart...

But my mind always came to rescue when I felt I am gonna fall!!!

My thoughts have immense dimensions...

But the only thoughts that shake me is the thought that i might not discover them all..

AND THEN....

And then…

It’s a expression, its feeling, it’s the happiness, it’s the fear…..of the moment that follows And then… it was that moment of life time that I would never forget…it started with a kiss that wasn’t for me….she kissed the small girl standing on the pavement and waving to her she stepped on the road….i stood watching her with many things in my head. And then…

I true sense I shouldn’t have known her but may be I was destined to. Thursday morning I had to go to the broker to book my new house that I have already finalized. It was two storey house with a garden and small swimming pool. It had a high cost but with my high paid job I would have paid back the loan in less than five years. Five minutes before I had to go to the dealer my boss called me to his cabin. I felt something in my heart the very moment. I got into the cabin and in straight words he said “your subordinates do not like your working style, you put too much pressure on them. So change your working style”,AND THEN….. I don’t know what mood I was I said “sir, I guess I don’t want to continue with this, so I am resigning. My resignation letter would reach you, thank you”. .

After I came out of the office, I realized that I had no job but I didn’t regret the decision I could anyways get another job. But now I wanted to live life in a bit free style so I went to my dealer and instead of buying the luxuriant house I bought a house that was also a two storey house but was a century old house on not a too good street. There wasn’t any swimming pool nor the garden. I just made the decision randomly. I didn’t even saw the house except for a snap that the broker showed me.

The only condition was that I had to shift the next day but I had already left my older apartment and had nowhere to stay. I had made up my mind to stay in the hotel for the night but the broker made a call, spoke some convincing statements, even about my character, that I was respectable man and so. Finally he told me that I can move in this evening only.

I didn’t even knew who the previous owner was. I was in a very free mood bothered about nothing. I called the packers and the movers that I have hired to shift to new location in the evening. The packers said that the services are available in the day time only and if I want they can keep the goods for the night with themselves and will deliver in the morning. I even agreed to that.

The rest of the day I thought of devoting to myself. I went t watch a movie, treated myself with a good and lavish lunch. As I moved out of the restaurant the sky was covered with black clouds the winds became cold. So I moved to have a long walk. There was all the possibility of a harsh rain but the winds continued. It was just 4 pm. But seemed like its already 6 in the evening.

I walked down the street thinking about my life how it had been. Right after the college I was hired from then it had been four years now, I progressed a fast pace, so fast that I just forgot how to live a life. I had to enjoyment, no love, just work. So right then I started to make my priority list first place was to bring all my old unfulfilled hobbies, then to make arrangents for enjoying life and the list ended. Love wasn’t on my list because it wasn’t sold and I don’t know how to find it.

I had already walked for an hour. The wind was getting harder now and the small droplets from the sky began pouring. I called a cab and headed straight to the house I bought, although it was a bit early but I had no other options.

After traveling for half and hour the taxi stopped. I wiped my window glass to have clear look of the house. It was in more critical condition than it looked in the snap. I paid the taxi and walked upto the door and knocked. The rain hadn’t started heavily. Before the door could open the electricity went away and as the sky was totally black the visibility had reduced considerably.

Then the door opened, a female figure was standing in front of me, I couldn’t guess what age she was because the visibility was very poor. But she looked to be in good shape so I assumed her to be a young girl. Atleast that was what I wanted to believe. She asked, “who is it” after hearing her I realized that my assumption would be right. I gave her my introduction, reason and apologies for being early. She stood silent for a while and then said “where is your luggage”, I again explained her the whole thing.

She said that wasn’t feeling good about my shifting in today as she lived here alone. I again tried to convince her. With a little reluctance in her words she let me in. it was even more darker inside every thing seemed to be packed in boxes. I said “ when are you planning to leave” answered “tonight”, I didn’t expected that to happen . even though I haven’t seen her face yet but I wanted to talk. I had’t really talked to any body for the last four years where I could say it was just a talk, it was always a meeting or a client. She said again “but it seems the weather won’t let me leave tonight, so I guess we both are struck here for the night, but don’t take it for any other meaning as such.” I replied “ for sure” with an invisible smile and a thanks.

She guided me with the meager light that was coming through the window. Than we reached a little less congested spot. She said “ make your self comfortable with in this only every thing out here is packed. I sat on the foor with my back against a box and she sat on another box. We stayed silent for quiet a while. I kept on imagining how she would be and I don’t know what she was thinking.

Than she broke the silence “do you have any arrangement for the food, because I don’t”, I answered “the weather isn’t good enough” till then it started to rain heavily I continued “ but no problem we can order something, atleast some one in the city would be ready to deliver” . I took out my cellphone but the battery was already dead, I asked her “does she have a cellphone” she replied negative.

Then she said would you like to have coffee, because the only thing she can prepare. I said “sure”. She got up and vanished into some corner, I kept on waiting not knowing where to go. After a while she appeared slightly as the darkness had increased, she said “would you like to have your coffee here, I am going to the terrace” I agreed to move up, she asked me to somehow find my way towards her and any how I did, then we moved up on the terrace.

She handed me the cup and we were standing under a small shade. The coffee cup had a lid on with a small opening to drink from it. I asked her what is this for and she said “for having coffee in the rain” and she moved out in the rain. The terrace was large and had enough space to walk. I looked at her walking in the rain sipping her coffee. So free as I wanted to be. I waited for a while and then moved out in the rain and started walking beside her. AND THEN… she asked tell me about your self and we started talking. I don’t know when the coffe ended but the talks didn’t the rain stopped but we kept on strolling. It was nearly dawn when we came down. I was happy like anything with just one thing bothering me that couldn’t see her face till then. She moved into a room and closed it. I laid somewhere between the packed items.

I the morning I was woken up by her voice, she said “I am leaving for the movers agency and would see me later. I some how opened my eyes, the vision was still blurr, I was her figure moving out. I shouted “wait” but she had already exited the door. I jumped over the boxes just to have one glimpse of her face.

I came out of the door and there she was kissing a small girl, smiling, beautiful.. I just kept looking, my heart beat became faster. She waved her hand to the girl and stepped on the road without looking at the road. AND THEN…

I shouted, I moved with every muscle of mine….but it was too late….a car drove over her…and she lay in the pool of blood…. I couldn’t do any thing, I stood there stoned.

The next thing I did was pulled out the list I made last evening tore it and called my broker saying” I need to sell the house”