He was born in a land far away. They worked there. They decided to celebrate his first birthday in their home country. His relatives said the boy looks like him. Her relatives said the boy looks just like her. The couple smiled, looking at each other. Little did the relatives know, the boy was adopted.
‘Happy Birthday’, I wished, hoping I was doing the right thing.
Even if I wasn’t, I wasn’t corrected. Relaxing in the assumed right air, I waited wondering what to type on the hovering window of the messenger.
I didn’t want to make wishes that I knew would remain wishes. Not this time. Not ever again.
Choosing words carefully, I made an almost reverential wish. One about dreams, hopes, fears and finding love.
‘Thank you’, blinked on my screen.
‘What gift would you want?’. I typed ritualistically.
‘Get ready. Dinner and a drive. ‘
I took out the pen from my mouth. I had to purse up my lips and that isn’t best done with the lean finger of the pen held horizontally between clenched teeth.
‘Ok. I’ll wear the kurta and churi from the shop we liked.’ Favorite, I think. Girls in western wear was never a favorite.
‘Great. See you in an hour.’
I hear the vanishing sound when a person leaves.
Opening my cupboard, I looked for the black and blue kurta I had in mind. Inside it was placed a blue shawl. Taking it out carefully, I put it away for another day.
I do not know how many kilometers it is from here to there, but I do know that it cannot be covered in an hour.
I hope you had a good dinner. I hope she wore an elegant dress of your choice.
Happy birthday again.
I cannot explain how busy I am but this I had to post!!!!!
“I’ll only marry someone who can drive a car and very well at that.”, he said lazily stretching himself, “And someone who can cook exceptionally”
Unthinking words thrown carelessly.
She looked at the words scornfully. Conditional love never met with her approval.
She joined driving classes secretly the next day. Cooking classes that same afternoon.
“Why do you always…?” She asked raising her voice.
“Why don’t you ever…?” He shouted back.
“Do you always have to accuse me back?” She retorted sharply.
“Why can’t you give a straight answer?” He lowered his voice.
“What’s your question?” she asked tentatively.
“Will you marry me?” He blurted, surprising them both.
Happy people. Sad people.
Smart people. Dull people.
Fun people. Boring people.
Sweet people. Mean people.
Caring people. Selfish people.
Well read people. Blah people.
Honest people. Horrible people.
Loving people. Vicious people.
Trusting people. Paranoid people.
Million people. Billion kind of people… In the world. Heart settles on him, the one I can’t have.
Sunshine, flowers, butterflies and birds;
Darkness, candles, soft and special words;
From see to sense to touch to feel;
A sense of belonging, every lover’s dream.
Happiness in conversation, comfort in silence,
Solace in togetherness, a divine confluence;
Maybe a kiss or a hug or simply a fleeting look;
Each time, the emotion, privately understood.
“sometimes, im walking on a rainbow all safe and secure and yet suddenly i find a gust of wind hitting me with memories of the storm that has long passed by and as my tear brimmed eyes helplessly notice the splinters of my broken soul still flying in the air, i wonder why i cant enjoy the journey even amidst the clouds—-is it because the storm which preceded it was way too strong or is it that the rainbow i am walking on is way too weak?”
How can someone rely on someone else for their own happiness? Waiting and longing for his arrival. His smile made her happy and his words made all the difference. Finally, the door bell rang. The wait was over at last! She opened the door to see his smile and hear the words she was dying to hear, “Miss, your double cheese burst pizza” enjoyyy!
P.S- Inspired by a conversation with another M:) who loves pizza!
They were good friends.They did everything they could. To make it last. It did not. They put an end to “togetherness” that night. They found solace for the last time just sitting across the table and talking. Just as they used to. Just like they never would.
P.S- To you my friend. Tuesdays with you, randomness while watching the water with you. You will be missed.