Friday, February 26, 2016

Short Story: Odds and Even

She cracked her knuckles nervously, while tapping left foot unconsciously on the tiles beneath with her brown boots, her breath was punctuated by a long sigh of agitation, she looked around scanning the faces of a by passer. Her temper at that moment was way away from sweet unlike she is usually being referred. White linen coat barely prevented the chill from getting into her bones. She crossed her arms, occasionally rubbed her palms and blew warm air, puffed red nose and rosy cheeks didn’t hide a slightest fact that she had been out for a long time. Waiting was tedious in cold evening of a harsh winter.

“Fifteen more minutes then I will be gone.” It was the fifth time she said to herself. Who was she fooling? A second stretched to a minute, a minute to an hour and it almost felt like a millennium. Her head scolded her to stand up and walk away but heart begged to stay little more with ‘What if he turns up? He might have a reasonable excuse for being unreasonably late.’ Yet again, a head was in a lost battle with a heart.

She took out phone and dialed a number; she was flatly disconnected time and again. She stood up and walked straight to Memorial Chorten, her favorite place to seek solace. On the way, she dropped him a message stating she is on the way to home. Her feet did walking while her mind was so blankly engrossed in nothing specific. The beep indicated that she got a text. She didn’t bother to check, she was disappointed and disgusted.

Her temptation won as she read the text
Him: I am really sorry. Something urgent came up.  Where did you reach?
Her: In a taxi. (She lied)
Him: Ok. Travel safe. Can we meet tomorrow?
Her: I don’t think so, tight schedule. (She lied again).
Him: Ok. I am really sorry for today.
Her: It’s ok. I didn’t wait much. (She tried to figure out how much is ‘much’ in her perception, more than an hour was definitely not qualified in ‘much’)
Him: Reached?
Her: Almost. (The beautifully illuminated Chorten greeted her with countable head making rounds and she joined them trying to clear her minds off the shits of her life.)
Him: Ok then. Cya.
Her: Yaya. Btw where are you?
Him: Right besides you.

She instinctively turned back; saw him grinning like a fool, waving hand with a cell and closing the gap between then.

“Pretty little liar.” He pinched her nose in a playful manner.

“This is not funny.” she brushed off his hand, least hiding she was miffed with him.

“It was fun watching you all the way.” He was goddamn prankster, she usually found it cute but not at that moment.

“Were you stalking me all the way from park?” her anger rose to the level to match the explosion of volcano.

“I didn’t plan to, mean it. I was there on time. You were sitting on the bench, so engrossed in thoughts. I wanted to see more of your ‘lost in thought’ avatar.”

She made a face of ‘hardly convinced’ one.

“What was going on in your head while waiting for an hour sitting on that particular bench? When you took out the phone and dialed, I had to turn it in a flight mode, else you might have caught me there. ”

“Nothing.” She looked at him curiously, doubting whether he is the one she fought with just yesterday and swore to never see his face just few minutes ago before he appeared behind her like a superman.

“Pretty little liar.” He again pinched her nose, this time she smiled with the subsiding anger.

“What were you thinking when you were watching me from behind?”She asked making rounds.

“I was wondering what were going on your pretty little head.” He smiled and brushed off her head with his gloved hand; she could say that he was in the best mood.

He fetched Cadbury Diary Milk Silk from his jacket pocket and handed over to her. He has a habit of pampering her with chocolate knowing she couldn’t resist the sight of it. They walked in silence knowing that they have things to sort which wouldn’t be best if it was acted on impulse and rashly.

“It is getting late. I gotta go.” She said without looking at him.
“I will walk you home.” He said holding her hand “God! You are freezing.”
“Thanks to you.” She laughed this time.

He took out his left glove, coerced her to wear it, entwined her left with his right and put it in his jacket. Her hand brushed with note in his pocket.

“It is yours. You get to read it when you get back home.”

 She looked at him, falling in love all over again and silently thanking god for this wonderful gift in midst of a chaotic society.

“Your abode my dear. Cya, tomorrow. ” He hugged her tight and placed a light peck on her temple and walks off to his home, whistling with a beaming soul.

“Mom! I am home.” She cheerfully shouted unlike a girl in the morning, which walked out of a house like a zombie.

“Chunu, ajjo ta saro dillo bayo ni.” Her mother said looking at digital wall clock which reads 9:18 pm.

“I had some work at office.” She lied feeling guiltier than ever for having had lie many times in a day.

She sneaked into her room, opened a chit which reads;

Dear  Chunu,
The journey is gonna be rough but I guarantee you a happy ending. Stay strong till then. Remember we are gonna fight till end, no giving up in between because I won’t give up and won’t let you to.
                                                                           Love
                                                                           Tashi


N.B: Excuse my Nepali sentence in the story; I ain’t good with the language. The story turned out too cheesy. ROFL





Wednesday, February 24, 2016

A Break (^o^)

I typed, erased all, then typed and again erased all. I slammed the laptop out of sheer frustration unable write a word. The things I love seemed so distant, I wanted to write something but my mind seems blank as I couldn’t compose a single line without having to erase it. Damn! I cursed, which I have been doing a lot lately.

What? I asked, of course not to the walls but to myself. I was looking inside my heart, it is so ugly, and I have become the person I always detested. What am I doing to myself? I am losing a battle against myself. How am I to win when I don’t know what I am fighting for? It surely isn’t a battle but what is it, if it isn’t? I feel so lost, never mind, not in the street but I can hardly locate where my mind is, don’t tell me it is inside my brain because dear I am definitely not in a mood to joke, so back off…precisely 10 feet away from me. Later on, don’t tell me if you are a victim of my targeted accidental blow.

Haha…this is funny, excuse my laugh I have this dreadful habit of laughing at serious situation.

“Darling, you need a break.” I heard my inner voice.

“You mean Kitkat break…ok…I will get one on the way to home.”

“Dummy, a break from the work and life; a real break as in vacation, you need to go to exotic location and dip your feet in a sauna, grab pile of books and read till your eyes tears out and write a journal till you run out of ink.”

“So is that your definition of a vacation?”

“No it isn’t but it is what you really need at this moment.”

“Really, do I need this kind of vacation?” I wrinkled my nose, questioning myself.

n.b: I don’t know when I wrote this piece but it is so funny, I couldn’t help posting. Surely, I needed a break that time.