They

He loves her. She loves him. They’re in love. Today’s evening would be a turning point in both of their lives; they’re going to celebrate the very first anniversary of their unbreakable bond of love and comely relationship at the Brisbane Hotel on a candle light dinner’s table. She gets ready for the party, wearing the dazzling angel’s frock he’d gifted her last night. It gives an agile and innocent outlook for her. He’s always bad at the selection of her dresses, but this time he proved that he knows what she loves to wear on this special day. 

It’s getting late. She’s been calling him for the 6th time thus far; he’s not responding to her calls.

“Maybe because he’ll have a lot more pending works left to be done at the work site”, she thought. 

She sits on the floor, surfing through the gallery of his images. Memories flashes through her mind. She smiles. 

An year ago, they’ve sacrificed so many things for their love to prosper and live together like they’ve wished for; many of them in the society hated and considered their relationship as a wrong take. He’s an orphan from a different religion and she’s from the richest family of Australia itself. This is their love story. Many among them hideously tried to question he and she; they tried to separate them everlastingly. But their love won at the end after so many melodramatic incidents happened in their families because of their relationship. They escaped from all those society’s cliche and right now they’re dwelling together at a rented home in Perth. He works as a technician at UWA and she’s a freelance writer.

She has a short-nap while going back to all those bitter most memories in their life. Nevertheless, they have never felt wrong with the decision they’ve chosen to live together.

Suddenly, she wakes up. It’s 12:30 now! She takes her cell out from the handbag and checks out whether she’s received any calls from him. Nothing is there in the list. She gasps and drinks water from the bottle on the table. She takes her cell and calls him again. It rings; although, he’s not picking up the call this time, too. 

She gets tensed; she walks down through the corridor; she looks out through the open window to see whether he’s coming by that way or not. But there is no signs of her husband’s traces on that pathway. 

She finds it very difficult to understand the situation. She feels so lonely to stand there like a dumb. She doesn’t even know where he’s.

She calls him, again. “The number you’re calling is currently switched off. Please try again later”, it says.

Her heart ponders. She faints down on the ground. She feels like killing herself on that midnight. 

Her cell blinks with his name. It’s not ringing. She picks up the call.

“Hello…! Where are you?”

“Hello! May I know who is this?”

“What? Who is this? Who are you? Where is he?”

“Excuse me, Ma’am. Dr. John is talking here. Is this she?

“Yes, I’m…..”

“I’m absolutely sorry to say this to you that he met with an accident nearer by Brisbane Hotel, an hour ago. His condition isn’t that critical, however he’s in Intensive Care Unit now. You don’t have to worry about anything right at the moment. We’ll take care of him. Have trust on your God. But could you please come to The Mount Hospital at the earliest as possible?”

“What…? What happened to him?”

“Ma’am.. Please…!”

“I’m coming…. I’m….”

She reaches at The Mount Hospital in a hurry and enquires to a lady at the reception counter regarding the location of ICU. She runs through the steps and finds out the ICU, which is on the 5th floor, in a short while. 

“She? Aren’t you?”

“….tell me where is he?”

“He’s absolutely fine now. You don’t have worry about anything, Ma’am. We’ve taken care of him. He’ll be transferred to the room after a few hours. He’d a major injury on his leg. We’ve tried our level best to recover him from the accident’s outcome. There was an agreement to be signed before the operation to be done. But there was no need of doing this operation like we’d thought of. There is nothing to worry about him right now. You can see him soon. Don’t worry!”

Finally, she releases her long breath. She cries. She doesn’t try to stop herself from doing it. She sits on the one of the chair stowed in front of the ICU room.

“Thank you so much, Dr. John”, she said to Dr. John, a middle aged- good looking man, who’s been walking away from the ICU.

After a few hours, he gets shifted to room. He’s unconscious. She gets inside and closes the door. She sits nearer to him and entangles her fingers with his fingers. 

She kisses him on his forehead. She stares at him like she always does. 

“This isn’t the first time! He doesn’t understand how he rides on the road. He doesn’t know how much I need him. He’s like this only. But I know this. He loves me. He loves me from the core of his heart. He’s mine. He’s my everything”, she thought.

A fairy night’s end.

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Anti- Historic Man

“He’s a mystery behind him! Everybody says so; I haven’t ever met him directly, although I also believe in what others believe.”

“I’d a photograph that I’ve taken together with him last year at Marais. I missed it somehow a month before…. He hugged me before he left. That made an uttermost peace in him that still shines since that day…..”

“He is a criminal with a loyal mind! The conspiracies he’s made to kill the rules of society are unbeatable… He’s done everything alone and that’s one of his rules of living in an hypocratic society”

“C’mon! Never keep on asking queries regarding him. He’s a white street-dog who always follows him. Of course, he knows that he’s a supreme power in him that nobody among have. Neither you nor I know it. But he is so special, indeed!”

“You could indubitably feel it while talking to him! I met him once so coincidentally while I was heading back to home after spending my wallet for some weekend’s FUN. He was on his bicycle, singing Gibson’s Only in My Dreams of 80’s. A black dog was also following him. I was a little drunk, too. I suppose, he noted me at a distance itself under the street light’s gleam. He stopped his bicycle right in front of me and asked to sit on the carrier so that he could drop me at my home which is merely 3 kms apart. I tried to depart for not revealing out my sanity; I shouted at him from the kick of what I’d. Eventually, he made me under his control through his singing. He rode the bicycle with my fatty ass on the back. Slowly, I’d given partial attention to him; that short-conversation changed everything. The way he talks… It kept me as an avid listener on the carrier behind him,  professing complete silence to know what he’d been telling… It changed me; it changed my life; I’m more happy than what I was. He is the man: miracle man with those mysterical attitude.”

“Don’t worry! You’re not gonna find him from anywhere out here soon. He’s insane; in case if you find him, keep on asking whatever questions you’ve in mind and be a brave heart to be one of his beloved follower. Even if you can’t, you’ll definitely become…. That’s him; a living God…”

“Okay! Don’t believe him. People simply praise for the good terms and conditions they’ve with this man. For me, he’s an immortal man with a lot of happiness and energy in him; it makes others happy as well. I don’t believe in anything more or less other than this about him.”

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An Image

2014-09-02

“What? No..! I can’t believe it. He is alive”, he bursted out at him.

“Rahul…! You must have to agree with me; you should accept the fact. He’s no more. It’s all done. The incident happened at around 11:30 pm day before yesterday nearer by a pocket road in Menaka Junction. He was heading back to home after the commencement of a private function in an apartment there. As per the most recent communique by the city cops in connection with the medical results, it’s a normal death caused due to severe internal bleeding in the brain; the body was neither harmed nor slaughtered by anybody. Although the reason is still unknown. An oldman who was coming by that way found him on the desolate road at around 10:13 pm and admitted him in the nearest hospital within half an hour. While he was carrying him to the hospital, Rahul was gravely murmuring something. “I’ve done everything…. I’ve….”, he was frequently saying it as per the oldman’s valid statement. It was medically acclaimed by the superior surgeon by around 11:15 that he’s no more.  Actually, nobody knew it. He asked Rithika, who came to know about this far fetched news at first, to hide it from everyone, even from his beloved achan (dad). Achan got informed regarding it by today afternoon only.

“He alleged his vast findings to know the darkness in his life through…..while we were boozing at my home last week. He was so happy while talking endlessly, that night. You know how wise he’s… He is not that bad at finding his…. He was… I couldn’t… Nooooo…. He’s alive! Rahul is alive”, Rahul emotionally articulated while staring at his closest pal’s enlarged smiling photograph framed on the wall opposite to him.

“Words are meant to be proven by many! But why he….? Why??? What if we’re without him…? Can you imagine it? Tell me..! Can you….? How about she? How about Rith? They dreamt a lot together apart from us; their love; the way in which she cared him; his selfishness to make her happy at no cost; objections from everyone, but they loved like nobody else…together..floating in their world. How’ll she accept it? Where is she? Where is she?”, he asked, the loathing clear in his voice and posture.

“He’d forgotten all about us—my heart ached at the thought—but we’d never forgotten him. Come..! Let’s go now. We must… She is his girl. She already went a lot through it.  I didn’t see her anywhere there as I went to his home in the morning. I think she’ll be there. Yea! Let’s go”, Rahul said, pointing a finger at his room on the other side.

Both of them allegedly entered into the room after unlocking it with the key they’d.

It was a messy room with the picturesque of his photographs fixed on the white wall. As they went through it, one-by-one, memories they’d with their mate passed in and out through their minds. But… When that image- someone staring at someone’s eyes- trespassed their way, they stood right in front of it and overlooked at it for more time.

“He loved you, Rith—”

“As if I could believe that.”

“—for as long as he can, such a long, long time.”

– Rahul

In A Marina

As I stood there to exchange my thoughts,

In a peaceful marina, for a role-play

Together with the gigantic ocean,

Cunningly looking at me;

The cluttered waves ponder their feelings

That I unwillingly wish to listen to them.

A subtle confession reckoned my ears,

And afterward, a soul,

I’ve which has an ideal contrast

Of the other phase of my life;

The one I have yet to find extinct.

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Home Alone

A ghost in the window!

Brave men ran outside;

Dog barks from inside.

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My Life

My Life

I never wished to
Become an Engineer
Who has the potential
To lead the nation
With his tentative inventions.

I never wished to
Become a Doctor
Who has the courage
To treat his patients
With an utmost care.

I never wished to
Keep on changing my paths
For the visions and hopes
They have, in their son;
Recreated with a certain failure.

I never wished to
Stay away from who I’m,
But I wish to explore
What I’m and why I’m here for,
In the way I really want to be..!!

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I beg you, Dad! :( :(

  • “What does all this blogging works serving you boy?? Simply sparing time  for this sort of slavers isn’t at all a fair job! Dreaming and focusing behind the World will not pays you anything. That’s what I learnt from my experiences in life! Late night jobs will surely make your brain worst. Be always punctual in doing anything. Don’t stray away from your usual habits”.

    Is dreaming about something, a FAULT??

    This is what my dad said to me on last day morning for keeping up the creative posts I own. Seems he scolded me warmly and roughly after a long while. I was just shocked to face that instant, where dad going on drowning his anger on me. Since I was just awaked from sleeping scuff, didn’t spelled any single shot at least. But I’m so much thankful to you, Mom; for supporting me in that damn scruffy morning. Mom interpreted everything that she knows what I’m doing on late night. She always holds me in disgusts, I supposed to face. That monologue doesn’t mean Dad extort my wishes away. In this case, he didn’t comprehend me and the supports gave by mom was a huge failure! Later, Dad started lurching regarding my past as well as present.

    I was such an eminent boy during 10th level grade. A pure BOOKWORM! A boy who is bit shy and highly insane about his studies ONLY. It would be easier for me to share, how was those days and make you know what exactly a BOOKWORM is….. LOL. 😀 😀

    This is all about the habitats I had on those days! Alarm rang at sharp 4‘o’ clock in the morning and I woke up without any laziness in getting away from 6 hours of sleeping. After having the morning usual habits, will have 2 hours of studies in my well super scribed table, fully allotted for the academic stuffs. Later on, half an hour YOGA ASANAS… Still so glad to say that I’m a YOGI! It always keeps my mind cool and fresh. And I can even stretch my back bone to up to any extent too. :D. Then, I’ll go to school after having my breakfast and new paper reading for a short while.

    At School, I was a disciple who is fully concentrated for the conspiracy in filling his brain with mentor’s talk outs ONLY! He was bit shy too. Hence, he was always a lovely and brightest student in the whole school itself. He enclosed that verbosity praise by teachers as an invincible tag. His friends called this guy as “BHUJI”(means brilliant boy) whenever they saw him. He spared many of his peptic talents inside him for the sake of concentrating in studies ONLY!  For this, he subverted even from the co-curricular activities in a topsy-turvy manner. And he succeeded in sparing all those flicks too. Passed out from the school with top 3 percentages of marks! “A feather in one’s cap” , that’s what he made finally! Well honoured in front of the PUBLIC …

    Later, he found out an invidious fact! Simply focusing only on studies won’t serve you ANYTHING…One of the most inviolable truth meddled on his brain ever. Hence he decided to opt for a change from the path what he was following. I don’t know ,whether the change came is all because of my age! 😀 . I’m a 16 years old TEEN  now. Excess production of sexual hormones and its secretion process inside my body is under process.  So a must change could be there no?

    During the next 2 years of studies, he showed the real CHANGE, which includes behavioural, character, physical and mental changes. The restive hormonal secretion made him to focus on extra co curricular activities in addition to studies as well. May be because of that, he was not aiming and caring on studies as before. A slack full way of vagary that’s it! He had enough excellence in studies though. But fell off to top 15’s…. 😀 😀 .He started behaving exactly opposite to the habitat followed while studying in 10th grade. Hence parents started focusing on this guy and scolded as far as possible for the behavioural changes he have now…

    “I am in adolescence, in reverse, as mysterious as the first, except that this time I feel it as a decay of the odds that I might live for a while, that I can sleep it off.”

    So he keeps on going in the path followed during adolescence. Right now, he is an Engineering student! Don’t forget that, boy mentioned in the above tale is about a guy who had been un-embraced by dad for exposing his own creative thoughts and views in front of the public.

    Please do understand me, Dad…!

    Hey dad,
    Don’t you have any faith and trust on your son? I’m so sad to hear those slash full words, you ain’t at me. Writing is my passion! No one can offish that out from me. Each and every blooms of writing serves me delectable and extraneous flushes on my mind. Please don’t disclaim it. I beg YOU..
    You don’t know how it feels! I’m not deceiving anyone here. Late night blogging is an imperturbable time for me to tapper the creativity in writing about anything. I don’t know, why is it so?? Can sit and fasten my work to any interminable extent during that time…

    A kind letter from your son, Dad….! 🙂 🙂

    Now, here it is……………!

    This is what I really wants to convey through this post. The above mentioned problem got solved! It was all because of my buddy gal.  Nope, my own OWL in this blogging world….

    “Tell him how you love writing. And abandoning it would be a great loss to your living heart and soul.

               Criticizing and taunting him how he doesn’t know about such works and passion is not a solution. He must     have had some passion as well in his youth. Sit with him. Explain him. Elaborate him.
How your grades would be according to his choice if he is facilitating you with enough resources. Do believe in a GENERATION GAP, but after all parents know their child.
As far as late night is concerned, compromise there..

Tell him… You are going to sleep by half past 1 or 2
Okay now.. LISTEN! Just do what I said..

I think your sissa is the best solution at the present times!

And believe me, your sister can be a help too.

Explain her all this..

And being the dad’s doll girl she can convey it to dad. After all, he is your dad and can’t ever think bad for YOU

Convey yourself as you as 50 years old though and have a talk with him. ”

It did works really well. I was just amazed, how she innovated the worst situation of mine successfully! A MIRACLE HAD HAPPENED… Your MANTRAS oust it in an unusual way gal… 😛 🙂
Buddy OWL has proved her VERSATILITY scroll here too. Hats off to you Naima!\m/ ❤ ❤

I’m specially dedicating this post to you buddy…. ❤ ❤
Love you lots. :))

Cheers…! 😀 😀

Thanks,
Rahul Ashok