Friday, January 13, 2012

That Known Stranger

Pondering over her broken relationship, there she was, sitting on hard concrete at the side of queen’s necklace staring blankly at the Malabar Hill skyline.‘What went wrong? Why did he choose her over me? Was I not good enuff for him?’ She blamed herself. She blamed him. She blamed the other girl. These multitude of emotions, in form of pearl shaped teardrops trickled down her rosy cheeks.
The warm southwestern breeze that blew over Mumbai’s neckline ..marine drive, every evening, was flowing over hers, comforting her.. like a guardian, wiping those tears off her face, guiding them towards the clouds. Immortalizing them.



                                 
“Hey!” She heard someone call. She didn’t turn around. She was too immersed in her own thoughts.The voice didn’t give up.. got nearer.. “Hey you!”
She felt someone poking gently on her back. That single touch reminded her of 'him' all over again. All those thoughts clouding her mind. Her heart expected it to be 'him'. She turned around.. not realizing that her eyes were still filled with sadness.. tears…
It wasn’t him.
“Hey! Shivangi!.. Whoaa! Dude you okay there? Or did I bother you amidst of admiring the beauty of marine drive a bit too much? Like a true poet that you are!”
She managed a questioning smile. She couldn’t really recognize who he was, though he seem to recognize her pretty well.
She was here to have some privacy, away from her friends, family..trying to find solace amongst the crowd. Interestingly, she felt an unknown comfort with this ‘known stranger'. Though ‘leave me alone’ would have been her first response to any human contact, deeply within.. she knew she yearned for it.
“You know what, wait here.. I will be back in a few. OK?” He ran away from her with his back pack  in his hand, towards the streets.
He was already on the other side of the road, before she could nod a ‘yes’.. or for that matter respond anything at all.
She had lost herself again in her thoughts.. but this time facing towards the traffic, her thoughts passing in her mind.. like the cars passing her field of vision.
She looked across the streets. Blankly. Didn’t even notice when he got back.
“Hey missy!” He poked her again, this time it felt plastic. It was plastic. A bottle of drinking water and.. “A chocolate cake?!” She exclaimed. He smiled contently and nodded.. This was the first thing she had uttered throughout this ‘meet’.
“Water.. to rehydrate your tear glands, and chocolate to.. well you don’t really require a reason to eat chocolate do ya now!”  Grinning happily, he placed both the bottle and the cake besides her.
She was confused, her mind doing a sinusoidal breakdance. Her eyes being glued to the cake. There were memories, awful lot of them related to chocolate cakes, which triggered another mind storm of emotions. She resisted this time, holding back her tears and looked up, to thank him.
He was gone.
She couldn’t hold back any more... She teared up. But this time she was comforted, not just by the breeze but by this weird gesture of some ‘Known Stranger’...


Meanwhile in the mind of that ‘Known stranger’:

”Sale paisa kya tere baap ke pass jyada hoyela hai kya.. chala ladkiyon ko cake khilane.. Usne toh sale tuzhe ‘Thanks’ bhi nahi bola.. Cake fhekh diya hoga  Arabian sea mein. Pura deen se bhukha tu tha..aur cake diya usko.. Logic ki barabar se ma behen lagake aya. Shabaash!”

33 comments :

Live2cherish said...

oh man! u and fiction writing, completely took me by surprise. mast tha!

btw, how is liver?

Saru Singhal said...

Awww...some people are too good for this world!

Red Handed said...

oh so cute!! But hwo did he know her?
Cute enough of him to do that..
and the last para...eheheheheehhe!!

manisha said...

nicely written..!!

Pink Panther said...

The girls intense feelings can be felt and there's a little humor in the end. Nicely written!

xyzandme said...

Ha! What made you think that this was fiction? O_o
My liver is fhaked as usual... now its talking other organs around it to fhakh themselves up.. so far one of the kidney's growing stones.. lets see.. whats next. :p

xyzandme said...

Goodness lies in the mind of the beholder :p

xyzandme said...

He probably had met her in a distant past at some social-event..
He may have been one of her 'just-another-admirer'.

xyzandme said...

Thank you! =)

xyzandme said...

Thanks!
Also it wasn't just the girl who had intense feelings :p

Live2cherish said...

The way you started it, felt just like fiction until i read the concluding para.
for kidney stones- grandma says:Stop eating tomatoes and spinach :)[btw if they are not kidney stones, i hope they are some gem stones :) ]
Get well soon.

xyzandme said...

Oh I never said it wasn't fiction :p
Most of my blogposts are a superposition of reality and fiction ;)

I had Hep A, which I still do probably.. and was being suggested millions of grandma remedies. From goat's eye balls to goat balls. *shivers*

If its a gem, I will put it on a necklace and gift it to you. ;)

♥●• İzdihër •●♥ said...

Amazing text.Your writing have so much depth .Keep it up.

Yours new follower .

Follow back.

Anonymous said...

Beautifully written, I really love this one please write more. Mujhe bahut pasand hai g:)


aap ka chocolate cake ;)

Live2cherish said...

My bad, i wasn't aware of the Hep A.

phatichar said...

Whoa, some story this. Speechless. :)

Glad I came by.

Anonymous said...

As i said to you before you're an amazing writer and you're so creative! Honestly, I think you should continue writing these blogs.

Good Job,

And Guess Who?

CD!!! said...

Wow!!I wish chocolate cake magically appears everytime I cry and when is the second part coming?? Waiting!!!

Anonymous said...

Beautifully written. True story?

Anonymous said...

wow...it is rare that you see such hidden and amazing talent with in such blogs...and the story was simply brilliant....i love your writing style....plz write more often i would love to read more from you...

Blue said...

Nyc one.......write more!!!

Blue said...

Little things to make lives worth living....

Ranjana said...

nice set of organs you have....in case the mind starts to shut down, put up some extra tweets for me to enjoy

commited to life said...

:)

Aska said...

Nice :):)

Bhoomika said...

...Hello Stranger !
NOW THIS MADE ME SMILE FOR SURE. You write well. Recommend me the best of yours, would like to read you more.

"warm southwestern breeze"....going out of context but- Are you an architect by any chance ?

The Wanderer said...

Hi Stranger! I would really be honoured if you would leave your valuable comments on my blog. I updated it recently.

And yes, you really live what you write, a reader can literally visualise the scenes unfolding =)

The Wanderer said...

write a new post! been ages!

xyzandme said...

Aha! I was actually expecting this story to be some kind of cliche.
I am glad to have you here. =)

xyzandme said...

If you cry too much and the magical cake thing happens, aap moti ho jaogi :p

There is no second part. Some stories are meant to have a The End. =)

xyzandme said...

Your smile = my brownie points =)
I cannot really recommend the "best" of mine..Coz there aren't any :p
You could just randomly click on a few here and there..

And no I am not an architect.

xyzandme said...

Oh come on now! "Honoured"! Really! =/

And thanks, I just blog that what I observe and that what I think.. well most of it ;)

xyzandme said...

Thank you for showering me with so many kind adjectives. =)

Guessing isn't my strongest suit.

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