Showing posts with label story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label story. Show all posts

Monday, April 4, 2016

C – The curry story !


“The curry does not taste right today! Are you trying to poison me? I tell you …you are reading too many Agatha Christies nowadays! Just tell me to go away…no need to do these stunts! “

“What rubbish! You are watching too many Hindi movies! Poison you!!  As if!!....Please, I have better things to do….”

“Okay…let’s not fight on this…I was just joking. But seriously, this curry does not taste right! Taste it and see! Have you changed the recipe? “

“You have forgotten, We have got a new cook …I haven’t cooked anything today! “

“A new cook? Who is she? And what have I done to her? Why does she want to kill me?  No..no…don’t look like that …don’t you have a sense of humor ? Okay…please tell me this…Is bitter curry her specialty “

“Aha! Sarcasm!! Let me taste it! “

“Hmmm…It has some very familiar and distinctive flavor ! ‘

“ Oh,Yes ! It smells like….coffee ??? “

“What ? “

“The brilliant lady has put coffee powder instead of cumin powder! She has no brain and she has no nose!!”

“ You are a very disorganized lady..mixing up bottles like that ! One day you will surely kill me !”

“ Bang “ ( A sound of getting hit on the head by a coffee bottle !)









Sunday, February 21, 2016

Learning to live again....

A year gone by.....A year ? Really ?....It seems that, it was only yesterday.....the time hasn't passed at all.....standing still....at the same place ....where we parted ways.....

No....it wasn't easy for me either...though I know.... It was much more difficult for you.....that's because I can see you,but you can't....

Yes....I have been watching you....right from That moment....when it happened....when you were inconsolable.....you couldn't be bothered to eat or take care of yourself....you would have not survived if it weren't for your family and friends.....

Later,I could see you.....sitting in the balcony......your coffee getting cold besides you....seeing but not seeing.... the sunset .... your empty ,dry eyes haunting me ...I felt the torture , the anguish..... "Why did I live ? ".... " How can I live now ?" ...you asked silently.....Yes...I was there ....shedding silent tears....

And I was there too.....when you could't bring yourself to sleep on our bed.....memories of those blissful,heavenly nights....torturing you,haunting you,mocking you....I used to hug you sometimes...and inhale your heady,intoxicating smell...I know , you felt it....a tiny moment of comfort in your barren life....

You couldn't give away my things....you couldn't bear to look at them....You had to call my friends...I am glad , you did....It means that you are learning....learning to live again...without me....

The other day ,you actually smiled...a tiny,sad one,but nevertheless , a smile.....you found my chipped blue mug at the back of the drawer....you always made fun of my attachment to the mug....You thought it was a gift from my..........No ,it was not ! I bought that mug on the same day ...the day on which we met...You were wearing a blue saree and looking beautiful !....

That mug represents beginning of our love my dear....Oh ! Why didn't I ever tell you this ? why ? .....I thought I had plenty of time....I wanted our story to blossom slowly.....and stay fresh forever....now those unspoken declarations and promises are destined to be with me forever....

Slowly, as the days will pass , I hope that you will re-learn....to live again...to smile ,and may be, to love again....I wish you would be happy forever...I want to be a happy memory.. not a deep , painful stab.... in your heart ! Yes...there are going to be tears , but there would be smiles , too ...Life will go on....our journeys will continue in our respective worlds....

As you experience each season without me , you will become stronger,calmer ,....a brave ,positive girl...like you always have been.... Someday,you will look back and you will see a short but happy marriage.....cut short by a painful death.....but as you grow old , you might see bad marriages and bitter , fighting couples and think....my marriage was full of ...only love ! and then may be , in your heart you will find a tiny,tiny speck of comfort.....

My journey with you ends now....I am starting my journey in the other world....a spiritual journey, to discover whys and whats and answers to myriads of other questions that are haunting me .....Farewell, my dear....or should I say..Au revoir ...until we meet again.....


Saturday, February 6, 2016

Nobody knows this....

Each of us has secrets....yes...agreed ! but most of them are mundane and boring ( Ah ! Miss marple would have been surely interested ! )

Well...some of us may be lucky enough to have a really ,really interesting person in their acquaintances....somebody with comings and goings at strange times... a spy ? secret service agent ??
Or famous author staying in the next building...( He uses a pseudonym ...even his postman doesn't know this !)...Alas !! No such luck for me !

Oh yes...I forgot about Mr. X....my next door neighbour...who mutters under his breath...doesn't look straight in the eye and  I strongly suspect that he is hiding his streak of madness ....I imagine that he has killed his wife and buried her in the backyard.....only problem in this story is...he never had a wife !!! ( I can not name him....if he reads this, I may be his first victim....aaaargh....!!!!)

Enough of this nonsense....let me tell you a true story....that nobody knows....

I was famous as a sincere,hard working person in my school...but I was not...I was a obnoxious prankster....

This story involves a very dear friend of mine....rather a recent friendship...in school we were just classmates....and she was a very simple and credulous person....

She needed some notebooks and I invited her to come with me after school. My home used to be a dark place as my parents used to be at work . The windows were closed and the curtains were drawn....

What happened that day was...

" Come..come in " I said after opening the door. " Please be comfortable...you can keep your bag on the table there." As she walked in,I closed the door and straightaway went to the bedroom...to get into the character of course!

As she began to get comfortable,I started my drama...." Here...take this book. Ummmm....I want to tell you a secret...I hope you don't mind.....I am not maya."

"What rubbish " she said...hmm ....not so gullible after all !

" I am actually a ghost.Maya died last year. " I said with a deadpan face,slowly tilting my face and rolling my eyes. " I don't usually harm people but I am feeling kind of hungry. Hope you don't mind helping a friend ." ...A small mix up between vampires and ghosts but she was utterly terrorized and didn't notice !

Though on verge of crying ,she managed to open the door and run away .

Next day in school I behaved as if nothing happened. She avoided me as far as possible after that....

Well...that's my little secret...No..no.. not this story...the secret is that EVERY WORD I TOLD THAT DAY  HER WAS TRUE !!!

Ha..ha..Gotcha !!!


NB - This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.