Saturday, July 29, 2017

That Hug in the Rain



It was a Friday. A decade back. I kept calling him up so many times throughout the day. Minimum 30 times, I am sure! His phone kept ringing, and I got fed up by hearing the lady’s voice again and again, saying, ‘the person you are calling is unavailable to pick your call.” 

My frustration level was piling up. I could assume that last few days, he had been trying to ignore me for some reasons. My colleagues were also enquiring if everything was alright with me. I maintained silence.  

I thought of calling him up again from the bus, while returning from my office.

I boarded the bus at Nehru Place. It started raining. The crowded bus accelerated my frustration. The smell of sweat, rain-drops from the windows, push from every direction, fights for woman’s seats, the typical Haryanvi slangs, all these spices didn’t give me space to take out the phone and call him from the bus.

Anyways, I got down from the bus at my destination. It was still pouring heavily. I halted for a while in the bus stand. I thought of calling him up for the last time. My fingers started searching for the phone inside the bag. But….Whoaaaa!!! The phone was not there. I sat in a corner, took out most of the stuff from the bag, but could not find the handset. My anger, frustration, situation, everything made my eye-drops rolling out to make my lips salty. One or two on-lookers approached me to offer help. I totally agreed to the popular saying – “When troubles come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.”

However, the rain showed no indication to stop. I thought of walking in that rain as my room was not so far. And I did. I was fully drenched. I could hear one drunkard whistling at me. 

I entered the open PCO, which was almost next to my room. I dialed my Mom to break the news that I had lost my mobile phone. And, then, I dialed his number….. Probably looking at the unknown number, he picked up the call.

“Hello..” His voice.

“I lost my mobile phone.” I was calm….I think the rain had already coolen my head. 

“Oops….bad news…but, how it happened?” He showed his courtesy.

“Can you come to meet me now?” My straight question, while I had no mood to explain how I lost my mobile phone.

“Nowww? Hey, not possible!!! It’s raining so heavily……and, and, my friends are planning to have a get-together in the evening…! So,…I think it won’t be possible…” Almost strong statement.

“Yes! It’s raining cats & dog…but, my heart is roaring. I would be waiting for you even in the rain, in front of 69, Bhagawan Nagar……till you come down. I don’t care whatever happens. I will not enter my home.” And, I didn’t wait to hear his response, kept the phone on the cuddle. 

His room was just half a kilometer away. I kept waiting in the rain in front of my home. Thank God! My landlords used to live in the first floor. Rainy chill and continuous wind made me tremble. But, I was firm. Even, rain also tested my tolerance level. No break, but, no give-up! 

After almost half an hour, I could see him far away…..in miasma, walking slowly towards me……with an umbrella….Probably, he came to check whether I was actually waiting for him in that heavy shower…

While he was just few meters away from me…… I almost ran and hugged him tight. Thank God! He didn’t take a turn!!! He patted my back slowly after a while, shielded me from the heavy raindrops with his umbrella…..
And yes……that hug was not for a while…….but, for the whole life….I didn’t let him go away……. Poor Guy! 

And now, ‘TODAY’, we completed tenth year…..


Ofcourse, it hasn’t always been so easy.  We have our share of ups and downs, annoying at times, hilarious at times, and lovely at times! But, please do wish us so that our love grows deeper and deeper every single day…..

Happy 10th Anniversary to both of us!!!! :)


Monday, May 1, 2017

My AtoZ Challenge




It was not easy for me to complete the Challenge….but, somehow I did it… Wrote 26 short stories using all the alphabets during the Month of April… yay!!!!

Here are my 5 favorites :
  1. That Endless Summer Night
  2. That Diamond Ring
  3. The Cave
  4. Pink Slip
  5. That Kiss on the Train
Here are all the stories :


  1. We crossed that Zenith point
  2. I yelled. She yawned. And, my Youth revived.
  3. Xerox Copy turned out to be lucky for me
  4. Wild in Wood
  5. Verbal handcuff
  6. Unconditional love for my Half girl-friend
  7. The Power of that Topaz
  8. That Scary Scratch
  9. Lemon from the Road side Romeo
  10. Don’t judge Quickly
  11. Pink Slip
  12. Optimism misplaced
  13. Non Veg Neighbor
  14. That Mysterious Lady
  15. Love at Forty Two
  16. That Kiss on the Train
  17. That Jewel
  18. That Island and the cottage
  19. That Humming Sound
  20. The Ghost near my Gate
  21. That Fan of Mine
  22. That Endless Summer Night
  23. That Diamond Ring
  24. The Cave
  25. Beach katha
  26. When Awesomeness becomes Abjection

We crossed that Zenith point





We were searching a good place to talk, have some intimate moments. It’s been six months we were seeing each other. Now, we needed to talk and plan for our future. My parents were giving constant pressure saying I was running out of my age for marriage. 

Rahul bought a new motor cycle.  We thought of going to the nearby hill top. We planned to catch up the sunset too. Roads were not good…a bit muddy. Narrow lane through big pine trees….. In few places, it was just up and up….and the edges were quite sharp. We took more time than expected. We saw few wood cutters on our way…who were coming down from the forest area.  They gave some awkward looks at us as if they were wondering why we were going towards that side.

We reached the top….there was silence, such as might have existed before the birth of sound.  We saw one sign-board – “This is the Zenith point.Don’t cross this point, you will be at risk.”

From that point, there was  a slope…. There was a big tree beside that board. And the grass were quite smooth. We sat there, and took out our eatables.

Suddenly, my mobile phone rang. I had kept it in the grass. I picked it up to receive the call. Oops! It slipped from my hand, fell down in the sloping…..I could see it rolling down the lane….and stuck in a tree few feet down to us.

We were helpless…what to do now….Should we go down and bring it ….We were confused. It was still day time, so why to worry….!!!

Rahul walked down…..My heart seemed to stop beating and then the worst came….A double flash of lightening with a crash of loudest thunder, all of a sudden. The thunder pealed and echoed across the hill and among the distant forests. The flood-gates of heaven suddenly opened and let out their rain in streaming torrents.

I could see Rahul going down and down. 

The drops started falling down with a rapid rushing sound upon me . A moment later an another flash, even more brighter and of longer duration than the first, lit up the sky from zenith to horizon and bathed the place momentarily in dazzling whiteness.

I quickly went closer to the tree, tried to save myself as much as possible, from the rain and wind.  

Now, I could not see Rahul anymore….

The rain stopped. I could see the rain glistering on the leaves and branches. I shouted Rahul loud so many times…..my voice echoed from every side……But, no response from Rahul….I screamed…..cried my heart out and loud…I decided to go down to find him…..

I slowly started walking down with my bare foot....

The wind rose suddenly, and in less than a minute, as if, the storm that had been gathering all day burst forth in its full fury. I was lost…..



Saturday, April 29, 2017

I yelled. She yawned. And, my Youth revived.





Hundred times probably I said the same thing to her on phone…my dukhbhari kahani…. Today, she invited me her home to listen to my story again….

“Truth is, my life is nothing like what I thought it would be.” I opened my chapter again….

“Did I tell you how hard I worked – infact, how hard we worked -- to keep it together?” I continued….

Sweta was indifferent. I yelled. She yawned. 

She asked me to stop my story for a while…..I got angry. 

She went to an another room and came back with someone…..I was shocked. My eyes became bulging….Un-believable…..What Raj was doing there? He just entered the room and smiled at me, asked me, “How are you Ronita?”

I stood up….with my blank eyes and lips…..

Raj was a guitarist. We did few programs together. He was adorable, he was good looking. I fell for him… he fell for me too.  We had been going around for two years. 

I was not great in study, but I was popular as a singer. And people used to bring lots of marriage proposals for me as I was beautiful, popular and kind-hearted. My family was a well-established one, people used to refer as ‘aristocratic family’.

My parents started taking interest in all those proposals when I was 24. My marriage got almost fixed with a guy who used to work in the USA. I started discussing all these stuff with my best friend Sweta. Raj and I met at her home couple of times to discuss about our future. Raj was not established, he was still a student as he was just one year senior to me. And he had no one except his mom who was a tailor.

We were helpless.  What to do. I proposed to elope. But, Raj said, that he wanted to approach my parents once, before taking any step...And he did. But, my dad directly refused, without even listening to him fully, so did my mom too.

My parents took a strong step of not allowing me to go out at all, till my marriage. I cried. I cried for many days. One day, Sweta came home. She carried one letter for me from Raj. He had written a detailed plan how we could elope.

Accordingly, action started. Early morning, I started walking in my garden regularly for three days.  My mom used get up early too, but she generally used to take bath immediately. My dad used to get up a bit late. So, when the day came, I was ready with all my certificates and some money. Exactly at 6:30 am, one ambassador car came and stopped in front of our gate. I ran towards it quickly….and yes, Raj was already there. The driver drove like the hero of fast and furious. I was almost sure that probably, no one had seen me……but unfortunately, my dad informed all the police stations so quickly that they caught us on our way.

I had to get married to the guy my parents had chosen and move to USA. Now, I came back with my 5 year old kid as things were not working out properly in between us. At last, we had the divorce.

“You guys talk…..let me make some coffee for you two…..”, I came to my reality with Sweta’s voice.

“I am good, Raj. How are you?” I answered to Raj’s question. 

“I was good…..better now – meeting you after almost ten years…”

“What about your family….Sorry, I never searched you on facebook or any other social media….nor asked any of our common friends…” I told him clearly…

“But, I know almost everything about you. I am established now….have 20 music institutes. I have not married yet….could not erase my first love from my heart and soul. Thought of being an ever-green bachelor…but, if you say 'yes' – I can revive my youth…infact our youth…..”

Raj looked serious; I could see brightness in his face and twinkle in his eyes.


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