Friday, April 28, 2017

Xerox Copy turned out to be lucky for me



We had a love marriage. We struggled a lot to get married. Yes! Literally, we wriggled with our parents. My was tall, handsome, smart, well educated, ambitious guy. But, I was short, dark, and loved simple living, normal thinking.  And, above and all, we were from different religions. Many a times, I had been feeling insecure….and many a times, I wonder why he had fallen for me…..

In fact, I asked this question to him many a times…..But, he used to be silent…never replied to this question.

Now, it’s the 25th years of our wedding. In a way, we have a successful married life with two kids. Kids planned to have a celebration. We all were excited…..

On our anniversary day, I got up early….I kept looking at his face for a while….He became quite old. But, he still carried the same charm. He got up after a while. He wished me happy anniversary….kissing on my forehead…

“Only a wish?” I said.

“No, No, wait….I have something to give…..”

He took out a diamond pendant with a gold chain and earrings. I was happy to see that but, was not greatly excited. 

“What else you want? Ask me, I will give you whatever you want today my love!”  He understood looking at my expression that I wanted something more.

“Promise?” I immediately replied.

 “Yes!” He hugged me tight.

“Tell me the truth…..why you married me?” I utilized the opportunity.

He was silent again….

“Now, we are already 60’s…..just few years we will live…..my soul will not get rest if you would not tell me the truth…. I promise you, I would not react…..I promise…”

He was silent for a while……

“I will tell you tonite….”

I kept patience for the whole day, whole evening…..eagerly waiting for the end of the celebration….

He was standing in the balcony, after having dinner. I went ahead and stood beside him….

“You want the answer?” He said without looking at me.

“Yes!”

“I fell for you as you were the Xerox copy of my dream girl….who was a teacher of mine in school.”

I just laughed and thanked my Xerox copy for giving me my so lovely hubby.


Thursday, April 27, 2017

Wild in Wood



Decades back. It was summer vacation. I went to my grand parents’ village like every year. I loved the village as there were so many boys like me. I think I was 13 or 14 years old then. It was our time to reconnoiter the jungle, make robotic stuff, fishing, and create new stories everyday.

One day, we all boys planned to explore the nearby forest, which was adjacent to a hill. After having early breakfast, we started our journey……We walked almost four kilometers to reach the forest. We entered the jungle…..It was different kind of experience for me as I used to live in a concrete jungle – buildings all around.  My friends started writing their names on the trees, some guys wrote their girl friend or secret lover’s names covering with a heart sign. 

One guy proposed, “Let’s play one game! We will divide ourselves into two groups and gather fruits from the jungle. We will have one hour of time limit.”

Everyone agreed. Unfortunately, I and another guy – both had to stay in the same place , wait and check who would come back first and then, declare the winner. 

All proceeded in their expedition. Almost half an hour was over. 

Suddenly, I heard few people running towards our side with dow, axe, sickle and stick… We were horrified, brought our souls to our pockets…..looking at our dying moments so close….

“Run! Run! Boys….GajaRaj’s troupe is coming towards this side…..Save yourself!”  Oops! Thank God! They were wood cutters, alarmed us about the elephants’ expected movement.

We were clueless what to do now. How to inform our friends about this news…

I thought of shouting loud and call them. But, my friend asked me not to shout as it might harm us. We were trying to think of a way to inform them…

Suddenly, we heard some sound of  breaking trees. We looked back…..Oh My God! What was that! A spectacular scene…..almost 50 elephants were walking one after another…..along with few calves. A scene to cherish…unexplainable. I remembered the saying that when elephants walk, no one hear their footsteps…..And I could see and feel that…Both of us were awestruck. Quickly, we hide ourselves behind a bush and kept ourselves with pin-drop silence.



Suddenly, I could feel some soft touch from behind. I was about to shout……I looked back with courage….All our friends were standing behind us silently…..watching that spectacular scene.  



Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Verbal handcuff






Reeta placed the phone back on its cradle. She looked at the clock, it was 2 am. She looked at her daughter, who was sleeping peacefully. She could not tell a bed time story to her today.

New place, new house. It’s in a hill top, though near to the town. Nice place, but a bit abandoned. Big pine trees around, wide lawn in front, and lovely scenic beauty of the whole town, all these made Rajiv impressed enough to take the house on rent. 

It was just the third day. There was no electricity for three hours in between. Rajiv told her that he would be late. It was not easy for her to spend the whole day and the night all alone with her daughter. Rajiv’s phone was also not reachable.

Previous day, Rajiv came back at 9 pm. She was not feeling sleepy as she generally used to take sometime to adjust with the new place. Around 12 midnight, she heard someone walking in the verandah. She woke Rajiv up….who was in deep sleep. Both of them peeped through the windows, but could not see anything. Though Rajiv said, probably some cat was walking on the passage, she was not convinced.

Today again, he was late. She was really tensed and uneasy. She quickly listed down all the names whom she could verbally handcuff. She kept talking to her friends for hours and hours for two reasons, one, to gather some courage and two, to keep her mind engaged. 
Just few minutes back, Rajiv called her up that he would take another 10 mins to reach home. 
She thought, how irritated she used to be/feel, when someone verbally handcuffed her. But, now, she understood, there could be other side of the story too, like her’s.

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