Saturday, September 29, 2012

Chasing Rainbow

Shall I make you understand life, how dear you are to me! 
What am I..! I am but a  bunch of coloured balloons and you are free flowing air. 
Certainly I will move your way. Truly I enjoy floating on you. Holding your secure but secret hands I am so happy! I cherish for you always and each and every breath of mine kisses you. 
Do you have any complain finding a really crazy companion! 
Yes, I am garrulous and my words melt with summer ice. 
But to my utter surprise something very important always remain unsaid and someone comes up from somewhere to help me explaining what I really meant to say. 
And you know how I am inattentive while walking, fall and get hurt several times on footpaths! 
Then someone comes from somewhere to give me support to stand firmly. 
You know, whom I am talking about! 
And now you must be getting surprised at my ability to fly! Isn't it!
Truly life, no more I am floating on you. I have learnt flying and that is only from you. 
I am flying towards the rainbow visible in far horizon. Can you see it! 
Now I am going to take you to the mystic land of colours where your sparkles will only be touched by glory of heavens. And you will find me one with the wonderful colours. 
Then I will declare you O' my modest companion as my own. 
Until then, run with me, run fast with me.. Time is short and our horizon is far...... 
Let's touch the rainbow together.....

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

I have got a friend

Some pages of a diary often are unintentionally left blank. This is also so true for life! Monasila lost two years of her blooming life in hospital bed. She is back home. But every thing has been drastically changed. Now a days they are staying in a cozy place nearby the sea beach. Her father Mr Andrew is looking lusterless, a little aged than he usually seemed to be. The accident Monalisha faced alone broke the backbone of the Andrew family. Mr Andrew sold his house to be able to pay for the operation costs. He is a retired accountant; a very ordinarily, and humble person; so also was his wife Laura. But their daughter Monalisa was not an ordinary girl. She was the gold medalist to represent her state in marathon and was a bright student to clear all the papers of Accounting in one go. She got a job offer with handsome salary and perks. She was about to join her job, quite unaware of the fact that two pages of the diary of her life would be left unwritten. When she got to know the fact that she can never be able to run, was shocked. She has been the soothe of her family. Such positively vibrant a girl, never did she let her parents remain in a heavy face. She was the glitter of the eyes of her parents. Now fate has played such cruel game with her that a smile has become a rare phenomenon on her lovely face. She has lost one of her legs and all her wonderful lively mood. 

On the first day when she was brought back to their new house on a wheel chair she could see a skinny white boy of around ten to twelve years old standing near the gate with a bunch of flower. His folded jeans pant was exposing well the lower part of his leg. His t-shirt was half wet and legs were sodded with wet sand. With a broad smile he welcomed Monalisha.. and advanced towards the wheel chair to greet her with the bunch of flowers. Unresponsively Monalisha little bent towards back whispered to her mother- "who is the joker?" Before Monalisha's parents could tell anything the boy boisterously remarked- "young man and young ladies please welcome to your house. Now I am relieved. I can spend more time in my home, playing, dancing and enjoying ... " Inspite of much coaxing from Monalisha's parents to stay with them for lunch, the boy did't. Like a swirling breeze the boy vanished from their sight in few minutes and lost somewhere towards the horizon. Monalisha was wonderingly looking at her parents. The house was cozy and clean and the most beautiful part of that was the sea beach visible from her bedroom. She thanked heartily to her father for the special privilege for her. Her room contained a wardrobe, a cozy bed, a computer and a large bookshelf containing her favorite books those she wanted to have, and a lot many which had been her consort in the lonely hospital bed. The wall was painted with a lovely shade of white. She never was the same gleeful jollily butterfly like a girl who used to flap around the entire house merrily getting something new and interesting for her. But she was not unhappy

Day long she would look at the sea from her window in a calm and contemplative mood. Her vision would touch the limitless tempestuous waves on the bed of sea and get back to her wistfully. What her future has stored in for her? She even can't stand properly without her mother's help; isn't her life a bitterish arrangement of the fate! Some days she finds the skinny boy whom she met at first at the gate of their house, running relentlessly waving his hands towards the open sky on the wide beach for pretty a long period. She watches his gestures constantly and queries her mother- "is that boy a little crazy? I doubt, he has some abnormalities..." Smilingly her mother says, no darling. He is a very nice boy; a poor orphan who manages his living by maintaining the church garden. He was looking after our house and the lemon orchards in the backside when we had to go out for long. A thoroughly blessed boy is poor Sandy with purity and innocence in his heart. Monalisha didn't say anything. She rather wanted to conceal her tears from her mother. She was getting envious of the boy. How happy he looked while running on the beach! Once a marathon champion, she now is not able to stand by her own self. Her tears were dampening her existence slowly.

Days were passing by. Summer season was over. It was the month of July that unveiled the carpet of clouds in the sky. It was raining incessantly. The beach was lonely and violent. Monalisha's eyes were searching for Sandy who was not seen in the beach for a week or more. One fine day suddenly Monalisha found Sandy standing at the lemon orchards. Monalisha called her by his name. Sandy swiftly moved and within seconds entered directly into her room. She from her wheel chair indicated Sandy to stand at a distance as his shoes were dirty. Sandy with the usual broad smile on his face stood near the entrance informally. Monalisha staring straight at him asked why the joker was not found running on the beach all these rainy days! Sandy, shyly looked at her. Monalisha requested Sandy for he would take her to the place at the beach where he use to run. She just wants to go there with him.. Sandy agreed with a condition that she won't address him with the title 'joker' in front of others. Monalisha, controlling her smile agreed. Next morning Sandy with a great care took Monalisha with her wheel chair to the beach. A mild rain shower was thrilling Monalisha's senses. For some moment she forgot the void and gloom in her heart. She ordered Sandy with a dictatorial manner to run as fast as he can. Sandy ran swiftly and vanished from her eyesight. Monalisha was expecting Sandy to run back and be visible from the direction he was running to.. Suddenly she felt her wheel chair was moving fast. 
Loudly Sandy was saying that he doesn't enjoy running alone when she is there with him
Screamingly she said- Stop stupid, don't tease me. I'm lame, don't you see? I might fall and hurt myself.
Carelessly Sandy says- No, I can't see. I am blind and I'm still running.
Monalisa with a great surprise in her voice says- What!!! Are you a liar too?
Sandy boldly says- Confirm it from the church father and other employees.
Monalisha was confused. She wonders- how is it possible!
Sandy with a great rapture in his voice says- I am blind with eyes but not with heart and soul, they help me see properly. Why are you making yours handicapped?

He asked Monalisha to hold the chair firmly and to close her eyes. Being trilled when she closed her eyes, felt that she has become so light as if she would start flying. She was in a perfect ecstasy to forget everything else. The rain drops, wind, the sea waves, wet sand bed and Sandy as if were celebrating her joy together..! She thanked Sandy for the blissful moments in her life. She thanked him for teaching her how to win the real marathon. On returning home she was a perfectly shining Monalisha whom her parents had lost two years ago. Gleefully she was telling them that she has got a wonderful friend in the joker. 
Sandy by making a face at her warned- Hey, you are forgetting your promise. 
Monalisha in a apologetic gesture said- Dear Sandy I have found a great friend in the joker in you. 
All laughed boisterously

                                                                        For- Bluebell Books

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Sweet hurt

Art by L.Afremov

He is watching something out of the window unmindfully. He is rather in a contemplative mood. The window curtain is disturbing him repeatedly by flowing hither and thither being prompted by the mischievous air. But he seems to be unaffected as his eyes are fixed. Suddenly he got up and hurried towards dining table, following a voice, calling- 'John, dinner is ready'. No, it was his misconceiving. Julie actually has left him. He is waiting for Julie since the evening with a firm belief that she will be back home. But, it is past eight and she hasn't come. John pulls a chair and rests his body. With a shaky hand he picks up the letter kept lying on the table. Once again he dares reading those cruel words set by his sweetheart. His eyes are red and face frowny. How an innocent and sweet looking girl like Julie can be such unpredictable to cheat on her own husband! John remembers his granny's words- The hardest of sufferings one gets from the dearest ones only. Few hours, since John left his clinic have been like long eras of sufferings for him. He is shocked. The words of the shabby letter in his hand are attacking him hard like sharp edged weapons.

"Dear Doctor, during my stay with you for complete seven hundred and twenty nine days I have been observing that your patients are more important than me. So I am leaving you forever. Remember, don't try to find me as I have got someone.

"Love"- what meaning of the word is left! 

Such a wonderful woman Julie was! John thought, how is it possible she got the most charming woman as his wife! An ordinary looking doctor yet a princes like wife; isn't it a sheer mismatch. Yet Julie never showed slightest mark of discontent staying with a boring and serious fellow. Most of the time she explores John hooked to medical journal or computer screen when he is not been to clinic. She never complains rather makes herself busy with different foolish jobs like rearranging the things in the living room and kitchen and touching the leaves and flowers of the collection of her plants so mindfully as if she actually is painting a picture or doing a sculpture. John wonders, is she an otherworldly person! What a wife, always engrossed in a tiny world and yet so happy! She prepares varieties of dishes and serves at dinner. John gets arrested every time Julie serves dinner wearing her sleek gown. She, with a wide smile describes some happening that passes over John's head. But John also gestures as if he is so excited to listen to Julie..! Yet he can't join with her for long as he has nothing in his mind stored to speak out that could impress Julie. Whenever John starts speaking on a formal topic that reaches quickly at some new inventions in medical science, his clinic, patients or a peculiar type of disease and it's symptoms. When John finishes his speaking, finds Julie dozing in his arms. Although Julie never tells, John knows Julie's dislike for his profession and passion. Once John jokingly told her that she should have chosen a florist as life partner rather than him. Julie then reacted little with a heavy face and silence. But who knew Julie would take his words so seriously! Has she got a florist to remarry with for whom she left me, wonders John. I have never pleased her with bunches of flowers or gifts that other successful husbands might be doing. She also never has slightly showed if she was feeling bad. How could I read her mind! She looked a perfect angel when I presented her a note of "I love you" written on my clinic writing pad on her birth day. Yes, I have never tried to please her some special way. I was certainly wrong thinking that everything of mine was hers. I was wronged that we are together for life and my whole existence was meant for her. Certainly unknowingly I have made some serious injustice to her. At last she has found her way, she will rather be more happy. Let she be. I failed to be a good husband. But she certainly was a wonderful wife. I miss her. 

John slowly moves out. Where would he find Julie? She even has left her cell phone at home. If he finds her, he would beg for her love once more. He would beg for the warmth of her lips and he would drink the honey of her scent unto soul once more. Where are you my fairy, he wailed in his heart. It was intense dark everywhere. Unaware of the time John went on and on. He does not know how long he walked on the foot path  like a lifeless body and at last reaches home. 

Suddenly John finds, it was not the home he left last. All the lights are lit. Has she come back? The divinely smell of her perfume filled the air. Is she there? John's heart was beating promptly. He entered into the living room and got struck at the sight of his beautiful wife. She was looking different- exquisitely beautified and blissful. Her smile was magical. She was engaged in placing candles on a lovely cake. John was spell bound and could not speak a word. His eyes moistened. With a lump in his throat he cries- "Julie, my darling I am so stupid! You have planned all the beautiful moments of our second marriage anniversary. My wife... I can't bear separation from you even for a moment. Probably I am not a good husband but I love you unto soul. Julie with her usual joviality says- dear hubby my world ends at you. It was just a sweet hurt for you to make our special day unforgettable. John holding Julie's hand pleads- My dear, I feel guilty. You have all the right on this earth to punish me. Julie falls on his arms and merges in him until their breaths become one.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Blue salvation

                                                                                 Whitebook @ DeviantArt
                                                     For- Bluebell books Short Story Slam Week 19

She does not know who has been playing a sorcerous tune by flute somewhere very near to her soul in the midnight. Is she still sleeping or really awake? Bewildered she opens window of her room. A sudden gust of air moves her slim body. The moon is shyly peeping from within the curtain of cloud. There is certainly something to be unveiled something to be revealed before her, she realised. This is not new to her. She use to walk down the stairs at mid of night and rests her becharmed existence beneath the peepul tree. It is almost over a month she has been retiring herself to the illusory spell of a call. Every morning she discovers herself intimately loved and cuddled. A strange feeling of fulfillment runs throughout her body. She blossoms out. And a quick breeze kisses her face. Suddenly she gets up worried of something. 

No...... Not anymore. What is this life? How long will I be captive of a life unknown to me? How long? She screams and her voice echos back to her. She goes back to her palace and cries in sheer helplessness. Nobody was there to wipe off her tears. She is a captive; a royal captive. She is living in a palace she never visited before. She has been there for ten years or more. The palace is located somewhere deep inside a secluded forest, far away from a city. There, she gets all the luxuries of life but love. She craves for a voice that she can believe on; a voice that she will love to listen again and again. But Alas.. Not a single voice in the palace makes her feel a little secured, a little happy. She is all alone, deserted. 

But, her knowingly or unknowingly she has fallen in love. She is waiting for the tune of the mysterious flute and waiting for the moment to be tranced by an invisible lover. She gets the joy of togetherness in a magical blue domain of fantasy. She knows someone loves her very deeply. She can't see him physically yet she can feel his presence. When he embraces her, she is showered with a strange feeling of joy all over her. She decides, she will surrender herself completely to her invisible lover.. 

She waits for her cherished tune of flute to be heard. She beautified herself the best possible way. She wore the red garment that befitted her name 'Ruby'. And with the familiar tune of flute she went on... She wonders, who he is; why he loves her so much silently and why he is not visible? The same questions she has been repeating over and again since after she was under his spell for the first time. And every time she would get silent drops of dew fallen on her instead of any words. And an indomitable attraction would drag her more close towards him until her existence is nullified with him. Tonight she is firm on her belief. She is going to surrender completely before him and will never return to her disgusting palace. 

The sublime beauty of the night was intoxicating. She was there with all her beauty and love to offer her invisible lover. She cried and pleaded "O dear, please be visible and speak to me. I want to offer you my whole self for now and ever. I have taken vow to be one with you for times to come." With a sudden thud the peepul tree began to tremble and sleeping birds awoke flapping their wings. A vague voice came from within the tree, "O my angel, I am a tree; how can we stay together? Please go away and live your golden life with a human like you."
Ruby stared at the tree for quite some time with a mixed feeling of joy and sorrow on her face. Tears rolled off her cheek. With a lump in her throat she tells, "O my king, what if you are a tree? I can't live without you, I am not going anywhere leaving your abode. What I got from you, your compassionate gesture at my melancholic life and your love, is very scarce anywhere else. All the comforts of life is worthless for me if I don't have your love."

The Peepul tree pleads, 'O princes go back to your life of luxury, I can't fulfill your material needs. Why will you ruin your life for me? I have no colour; I am aged and ugly; and you, my darling are a celestially beautiful princes. We have no match. You were carried away by the tune of my soul. And I fell in love with you. My subtle body was overpowered to gesture as a human to embrace you and love you, but I know my darling I can't have you; I am a tree!' Pearl drops of dew showered on Ruby as Peepul tree cries.

Ruby spreads her hands and pleads with a painful voice, 'O dear take me to your abyss once and for all.' There was a poised silence all around. And Ruby was locked in the arms of her lover tree. At once a violent storm appeared. The peepul tree was uprooted taking Ruby in its dispersed branches... Rubby was sleeping peacefully in the arms of her lover.