“Saheb, kuch channa kharidenge kya?” These words jolted Ramesh back to reality. He was day-dreaming once again, something he hasn’t been able to control for the past few days. The past week had been harsh for him, too harsh. It was clearly the toughest week of his life yet. And he was still not used to the fact that she was no more, no more beside him, no more in this world.
Their first meeting was blessed by the Gods themselves, on a fateful day when the first showers showed gave some respite from the heat to the Mumbaikars. The first time he laid his eyes on her, he wished he could see her just like that, forever. She looked liked a goddess in every sense. It was at the party of their common friend Karan that they happened to sit at the very same table. A brief chat was all it took for them to get acquainted and after that, it was just like a fairytale! She worked in the same building as he did and so regular chats and evening meetings led to good friendship and eventually love. It was like a dream come true for him. He considered himself lucky – the Gods were indeed merciful!
But then, the Gods were crazy too. All it took was one second, one split second, to end his dreams and hopes. Why did he agree to let her go to by bus on that day instead of dropping her home? Why did that bus driver have to lose control at that pothole? Why did he have to turn left instead of right? Why? Why? He still remembered her face as she lay in his arms, lifeless. She looked as beautiful in her death as she did on that fateful day when they met. Why did it have to happen to him? Why were the Gods so cruel to him? He wondered...
“Saheb, aap lenge kya channa?” asked the peanut-seller at the beach once more. Ramesh doled out the required 5 rupees and bought a packet from him. He then took out his phone and played the song that was one of her favorites, a song that reminded him wherever she was; she was also missing him as much as he missed her.
Their first meeting was blessed by the Gods themselves, on a fateful day when the first showers showed gave some respite from the heat to the Mumbaikars. The first time he laid his eyes on her, he wished he could see her just like that, forever. She looked liked a goddess in every sense. It was at the party of their common friend Karan that they happened to sit at the very same table. A brief chat was all it took for them to get acquainted and after that, it was just like a fairytale! She worked in the same building as he did and so regular chats and evening meetings led to good friendship and eventually love. It was like a dream come true for him. He considered himself lucky – the Gods were indeed merciful!
But then, the Gods were crazy too. All it took was one second, one split second, to end his dreams and hopes. Why did he agree to let her go to by bus on that day instead of dropping her home? Why did that bus driver have to lose control at that pothole? Why did he have to turn left instead of right? Why? Why? He still remembered her face as she lay in his arms, lifeless. She looked as beautiful in her death as she did on that fateful day when they met. Why did it have to happen to him? Why were the Gods so cruel to him? He wondered...
“Saheb, aap lenge kya channa?” asked the peanut-seller at the beach once more. Ramesh doled out the required 5 rupees and bought a packet from him. He then took out his phone and played the song that was one of her favorites, a song that reminded him wherever she was; she was also missing him as much as he missed her.
Every step I take, every move I make
Every single day, every time I pray
I'll be missing you
Thinking of the days, when you went away
What a life to take, what a bond to break
I'll be missing you
4 comments:
2 things.. One, remove the label 'ARTICLE', its a story naa... Two, its a nice n touchy narrative :-)
Imputs taken and implemented...
Actually that's one of my favorite songs (although some critics say it sucks)... So built a story around that verse... Never realized it was touchy (a stone heart can't recognize emotions, I guess)
Am trying my hand at short stories... Will try to improve more and more...
So sad and touching.
touching....
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