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The question he could never ask her!

Posted: July 23, 2017 by Aarzoo in Fiction
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He thought he was late. The not-so-busy restaurant looked busy today. He thanked himself for booking a table in advance. He didn’t see her anywhere in the restaurant and sighed with relief that he wasn’t too late. Beautiful garden on the fifteenth floor of the building was lively with the restaurant diners and wonderful musicians.  The clear sky full of stars added to the beauty of the pleasant evening. The waiter showed him their table by the parapet. He had specifically asked for that table. He liked watching things from heights. The waiter poured the wine in the glass in front of him for him to kill time till she comes and disappeared behind the door. He was waiting for the moon of his life. He then started checking and rechecking of everything he had planned for. Her favourite cuisine has been ordered, he has worn her favourite shirt, her favourite flowers, music, everything. Though the restaurant was his favourite. She didn’t like such fancy and plush restaurants to dine in. But, today was something special that her dislike of big restaurants didn’t bother him. His second glass too is finished. She still hadn’t arrived. He didn’t want to call her and make her hurry. He wanted her to be perfect too. She doesn’t know what the specialty of today’s dinner is. All she knows is he has thrown a party for his friends and loved ones for the success of his travel show. He is desperate to see her reaction when she gets to know that it is only she who was invited for the party.

*ten hours ago*

It is ten in morning and he is sitting in her house. He made sure that she has reached her office and then he went to her house to meet her father. Before he asked her, he wanted to ask her family. Before this, it was very easy for him to converse with her family. Not that he met them very frequently, whenever he did, it was fun for him. But. Today. It was all different for him. He felt like he had returned to his college days where he went for an interview on campus. Three interviewers sitting in front of him and judging him and making assumptions on the basis of his every move and every word he spoke. Unlike his on-campus interview, here the panel didn’t knew that they were being asked to gather here to interview him. He waited for them to stop asking questions to each other about what’s going and started.

“Uncle, I love your daughter. And I want to spend the rest of my life hanging out with her. And if she says yes, I want to marry her. You know me since I know her. Her happiness is my happiness, so the question whether or not I would keep her happy after marriage doesn’t arise. Before I ask her, I wanted to ask for your permission.” He stood up and pulled out the solitaire ring box in his pocket and knelt on his left knee showing the ring to her dad.
“Can I marry your daughter, Sir?”

He saw them all smiling and felt that they all were glad about it. Her father didn’t speak for a while. He was losing his balance in this position.
“Sir, please say something. I am losing my balance. I…” they all started laughing then. He got up to sit on the chair back.
“Wait, I didn’t ask you to get up” her father said suddenly like a strict teacher. He got scared and sat again in the same position. He wasn’t this nervous when he was going to jump from that tall cliff, or living a night in a jungle for the first time. Her brother who was sitting silent till now got up laughing and went to him and hugged him.
“I was wondering what took you so long to come up for this!” her brother said while hugging him. “Don’t be so nervous dude. We are family now!”

“Welcome to the family” her father said. Saying that he was happy was an understatement.
“But…” her father’s voice brought him to reality “I have a condition!”
“She will live her life the way she wants, I wouldn’t be the reason behind any tears, her happiness is mine, her problems are mine, my happiness is hers, my problems are hers, she will accompany me on my travel tours, I will make sure that she never gets bored of her life, she will never….”
“Stop…!” her father didn’t allow him to complete. “Listen to my condition first!”
“Sorry sir.”
“She has to say yes whenever you plan to ask her.”
“Oh.” He got confused. He wanted to know what would be her probable answer. “What do you think… will she say no? I plan to ask her today evening itself.”
“NO!”

*present*

It was half past eight and he got a bit worried about she being late. She was never late. He called her two to three times. She didn’t answer. He thought she might be driving. He waited patiently for her. Practising his lines with the guitar guy. He wanted it all to be perfect. He felt like he suddenly has got obsessive about perfections. It was quarter to nine. She still didn’t turn up. Now, he was losing his patience. His practise was out of his mind now. Just then his phone rang. It was her photo on the display. As he received the call, he didn’t allow her to speak.
“Where are you Aarzoo? What is making you so late?”
“Is this Taran?” with this reply he realized that it wasn’t she who was calling him. ‘But wait, why is someone else calling me from her phone?’

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Mornings never die!

Posted: March 2, 2017 by Aarzoo in Mini Saga
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She loved mornings more than nights. Not because her fantasy of him drawing her name by the stars lying on the lawn with her head resting on his chest hasn’t remained a fantasy anymore. Not because the dark empty spaces were filled with many moments of good memories. Not because she had someone by her side who would hug her and make her feel safe when she woke up in the middle of night after a nightmare. Because their mornings starts with seeing the dawn. Walking by the river, watching the birds fly out to start their day. Watching the newspaper-walahs spreading stories of yesterday. Watching the empty buses starting their ride. Watching the laughter clubs spreading laughter, people learning to laugh away their pains. Everyone starting a new day with a new hope and with the aim that today will be better than yesterday without worrying about tomorrow.

Solace and soul

Posted: December 13, 2016 by Aarzoo in Fiction
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He opened the door to find her standing there, crying. Her eyes were swollen, kajal spread all over her face telling him that she has been crying since long. He wanted to know what made her cry so bad. First, he wanted her to stop crying. Wait, why stop her from crying? He pulled her in his warm embrace to let her cry. She cried more then. He kept on asking her what went wrong but his voices went ignored. He felt like she couldn’t hear him. After some time, she just fell asleep in his arms. She didn’t speak a word. He just let her be. He wanted to wake her up and ask her what had happened. He let her sleep as she looked tired.

This reminded him of how he met her first time. He saw her first time at college. She was asleep in the always-boring-economics class. And he wondered how could one fall asleep in the economics class! The professor saw her sleeping in the class. Professor asked him to wake her up. The moment he shook her to wake her, she gave him a tight slap in half sleep for messing with her when she is asleep. And he slapped her back. Before they could start a pop-corn-eating fight, both of them were thrown out of the class. He got the first slap of his life from a girl that day. And that fight turned them from classmates to best of friends.

Today after about five years of that slap, he was just enjoying the bliss of having her asleep in his arms. He wondered how lucky her boyfriend was to have her, to deserve her. He never thought about love, but yes,whenever she was around he felt good. If that was enough to call it love, then yes he loved her. But then, she loved her boyfriend who she knew since childhood, to who she was getting married next month. According to him, they were an adorable couple. He used to envy her boyfriend many-a-times.

He wanted to know what had happened that she was crying. He was waiting for her to wake up. He was restless after seeing her like this. He had never seen her like this before. He heard her murmur in sleep. She was calling out his name. He was trying to wake her up. He tapped her cheeks, shook her, she wasn’t waking up. She was just talking in sleep. She was asking him that why did he leave her. She was crying in sleep too. Her ringing phone woke her up. He saw the keys of his home fall from her hands. She didn’t receive the call. He was asking her what had went wrong. He wanted to know when on earth did he leave her alone. She didn’t answer to him. He couldn’t touch her anymore. He couldn’t feel her wet tears. He couldn’t be seen or heard anymore. He didn’t realise that his soul didn’t have a body anymore.

What if I told you, I love you?

Posted: November 15, 2016 by Aarzoo in Poem
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What if I told you I love you?
Would you cocoon me
In a caring embrace?
Would you let the shrill of silence
Speak for all our words?
Would you let the chaos listen
What we want to?
Would you hold me until dusk
As the sun seeks to the arms of west?
Would you listen to what our words
Doesn’t speak, but shout in tacit?
Would you walk with me miles away
From what you call home?
Would you allow me to sneak into
Your world of words and stories?
Or rather let me just ask
Would you just say
‘I love you as much’ ?

The Old-man-Friend

Posted: September 24, 2016 by Aarzoo in Fiction
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When stars are losing their glitter to the morning sky, there is a star which is adding colours to the sky. Yes, it is only because of the arrival of the sun the stars of the night sky loses their glory. It is like life. We can’t see two different phases or feeling at one same time. When the sun is filling colours to the sky, the colours which inspires many artistes to create something new, the stars hides behind the day sky preparing for new stories to tell in the next phase of night. It is like life. We are always preparing to do well the next day.

One morning, like everyday Bijoy is preparing. Preparing to be healthy and fit. He has been walking since a fortnight. After his walk he spends sometime with a old man, his new friend. The old man was as interesting as a mystery to Bijoy. He listens to the old man’s stories about his young days. He tells the old man his stories. In ten days they knew each other’s life’s almost all the turning points. The old man inspired Bijoy a lot. He became his idol. Not knowing what his name was, what does he do for a living, he still got inspired by him.

Bijoy starts to run one day. He wanted to get a new addiction. And according to him, running is a better addiction to start with. After his run, he reached his daily spot. Actually, their daily spot. He was a few minutes early. He waited for the old man to come from his cycling round. He wanted to ask the old man about his plan to propose the girl he has a crush on since months. He wanted it to be perfect. The old man didn’t turn up today. He was worried. Worried about his health, but he knew no where to ask about him. Blaming the weather and related diseases and hoping his old-man-friend is fine he leaves to start for the day.

The next day Bijoy reaches their spot on the same time. He wants to tell how perfect last evening went. He wants to tell him that his plan was inspired by the way the old man asked his girl out. He wants to tell him about the girl. He wants to thank him to push him to talk to the girl who made him smile for no reason. But, today too the old man didn’t turn up. Bijoy got worried more. He wanted to talk to him badly. Today, he starts his day a bit late. Before that he goes on a hunt to find the old man. But, in vain. He has no clue, nor did find any.

The next day Bijoy reaches their spot early than usual assuming the old man leaving early. Today he wants to tell him about his girl and her late grandpa. How he finds him in her grandpa. He wants to tell him that he would bring her here to meet his friend. He wants to tell him about his promotion. Today, his hunt goes a bit longer. He manages to paint a sketch of him from his memories. Thanks to the painter in the banker.

Days goes by. He still didn’t find a clue about the old man. No one among the morning people there has seen him! No one knew where he came from. The police wouldn’t believe old man’s disappearance as for them, he never appeared! Bijoy still didn’t lose hope of finding him.

One weekend he invites his girlfriend on dinner at his home. He wanted his parents to meet her. Officially. That day, he gives his mom a holiday from kitchen and cooks. Cooks the recipes the old man had shared hoping she would like them. His girlfriend arrives. They sit and chat. She got along well with his parents. That was a positive sign. They sit to have dinner. The chef Bijoy serves the food. Food is delicious. Everyone seems flattered. Bijoy could feel that she loved the food. He thanks his old-man-friend mentally. After a while suddenly Bijoy saw a tear flowing out of her eye. He wanted to ask why, but not in front of his parents. She avoided eye contact since dinner. After dinner, she asked if she could use the wash room. He felt like she wanted to run away. Not from there, from something. Bijoy takes her to his room. She sees the painting of the old man in his room. All she could ask was
Bijoy, when did you meet my grandpa? When did he teach you to cook? How did you know how he proposed my grandma?

He was happy. Happy when…

Posted: August 28, 2016 by Aarzoo in Fiction, Poem
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He was happy. Happy when she
Held his hand and walked along
Even when she never wanted
To travel the road he wanted to.
Happy when she made him smile.
Smiling with her eyes, hiding her tears
She made him smile.

He was happy. Happy when she
Would lean on him. Her strongest support.
Knowing the strength she gets from him.
Happy when she would sing him
A lullaby. As beautiful as his dreams.

He was happy. Happy when his bad
Culinary skills too, made her smile.
For her, his efforts were what mattered.
Happy when he realized that her
Paradise is his strong and warm arms.
Where she always felt safe and secure.

He was happy. Happy when she was
Learning new things. Even just for his sake.
He loved her efforts to make them strong.
Happy when she would expect him to
Run with her at serene dawn. When he
Is lost in slumber. He loved to run. For her.

He was happy. Happy when she would
Just let him be that small kid all over again.
He knows she hates kids. Still, she loved it.
Happy when the child in her took
A new birth with the child in him.

He was happy. Happy when he knew that
She loved him. More than he loved himself.
Happy when he too loved her. Just the way
He did. He was happy…

New Addiction

Posted: July 25, 2016 by Aarzoo in Fiction, Poem
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And finally I realize that
I need to find
A new addiction.
It is your absence that is disturbing
Otherwise, you are the addiction
I cherish.
Your presence just gives me
The reason to forget all the worries.
Absence takes it all.
Of course not. I am not complaining.
In fact, I am happy.
For your new developments.
But then,
I am so used to staying
Happy for a reason
But now even a happy morning
Is gloomy without you.
I need to find a new addiction.
But, hey! No other addiction
Makes me happy.
So, I just need to learn
To be happy without a reason
To live with your absence
But then, I need a new addiction.
An addiction which would never leave.
And you know what?
It would be no one else.
But you.

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Betrayal (episode 3)

Posted: July 20, 2016 by Aarzoo in Fiction, Novelette
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Betrayal

Thiya was driving through these roads after years. Though she was tired by the five-hour long drive, the memories of her childhood and her parents made her fresh. Even after being there after ten long years, she remembered each and every part of the town. Town was transforming into a city now. Before visiting Mr Roy, she headed towards her home. She wanted to spend some time with her parents before surprising her uncle.

*A few months ago*

After switching off the phone Zahir was thinking about his encounter with Thee.
‘I never thought I would ever see her again. It has been more than a year, I have been looking for her. But, why was she looking at me like she was a stranger? She was pretending to not know me or what?’ He spoke to himself. Zahir ran out to find her and get answers to his new questions.

The scene at the parking shocked him.Thiya was fighting a group of five men. They might have tried to do don’t know what. The scene was just like an action movie scene. Like the hero fighting the few goons all at once. He helped her fight the goons. She didn’t realize until when she accidentally hit him while beating the last goon.
“What are you doing here? ” She asked kicking that goon away.
“Getting beaten by you for helping you fight the
goons” he said filled with sarcasm.
“Very funny”
“Yeah. it is. Anyways, who were they?”
“Goons, trying to take advantage of an alone girl at a lonely place! who else. Thanks for showing up.”
“Pleasure is all mine.”
“Hey, I hit you so bad, it is bleeding. Wait.” She opened her purse and removed the cotton and a cream to wipe the blood.
“Hey, I am fine. It doesn’t hurt. Let me drop you home first.” He said while she was preparing the cotton.
“Nothing is fine if too much of blood is flowing. Let me first clean it to see whether it is a deep cut or not. I just hope it is not.” She made him sit on the bench there. “Okay, it might burn a bit. But, you will be fine.” “I am fine Thee.” She started wiping and cleaned the wound. ” And .. here you go. Done.” She said while sticking the band aide.
“Thank you.” She just smiled at him in a reply.
“Are you a doctor or something? ”
“Well, I am no doctor. I just have a lot of experience of cleansing wounds of my own like this.”
“That is why your purse has the first aide box rather than the make up box! ”
She just nodded
“I am a big fan of Sherlock Holmes. Now, let me drop you home.”
“Come, let’s walk.” They were walking in awkward silence.
‘I don’t know why Mr Roy asked me to protect her from his anticipated attacks. I mean, she is a good fighter!’ Zahir thought.
“So, Kalarippayattu ha? I must say, you are a very good fighter” He asked to initiate the conversation.
“Yeah. How do you know it? Very few know about it” She was surprised.
“Don’t get me wrong Thee… Don’t you remember the Kalari School days? The time we spent together there ?”
“Which School? I have heard this name for the first time.”

*Present*

When Zahir asked her about the Kalari school days, Thiya felt like she was close to the answers of a big list of questions on her mind during the last year. The three years which she had forgotten completely, what she did during the time, how she knows this martial art, who all did she meet during that time and most importantly the person behind tatoo of ‘Z’ in half heart on her left wrist! She had met with an accident more than a year ago. because of the brain injury, she had no memory of a few years before it. Thanks to Mr Roy, that he was there with her during all the time. And Zahir some what returning to tell her the stories of the time they had spent together, it felt like a zigzaw puzzle almost solved. But then, someone telling Zahir to get revenge of his parent’s death from her, his mysterious locations made her more confused about Zahir.

With all these thoughts, she reached her home. She saw, that she wasn’t the only person visitng her parents that day. She went inside to see who is there. It wasn’t too dark inside. She went to the temple and lighted the lamp in front of her parent’s photo. With the lighting of lamp, someone switched on the lights of the room.

It was Zahir. He was more than happy to see her there.  He squeezed Thiya in a warm tight hug. Confused, Thiya hugged him, smiling and blushing.
“Wish you a very Happy Birthday Thee. I knew you’d atleast remember your last birthday and our deal to your spend every birthday here.”

 

 

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Betrayal (Episode 2)

Posted: June 10, 2016 by Aarzoo in Fiction, Novelette
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“So, you can tell me what is bothering the beautiful lady”
“It is none of your business handsome.” She was rude and blunt to him to show how disinterested she was.
Thiya prepared to leave. As she turned her back to him, he pulled her towards him and hid her in his embrace. She at first struggled to get herself out of the warm and comfort filled embrace, but then his hold was more strong. He started to pat her back, to soothe her. She stopped struggling to feel the comfort. She felt like she knew this embrace. She felt like this man is someone she knew since ages. She felt better now. With this soothing thoughts, she could see flashes of how people she loved, left her, used her, abandoned her. With these flashes with a sudden jerk she pushed him. With this sudden attack he was taken aback. Confused that what happened to her suddenly!
“Don’t ever show me your face again” was all she could say at his face. She left the disc with water filled eyes which never flowed.

After she left, his phone rang. He got irritated on seeing the caller’s name.
“I am close. Don’t call me every freaking hour now” he spoke angrily and switched of the phone without listening to a single word.

Thiya now was now hacking his email account to know with who else he was interacting. Unexpectedly it  was a few second’s game.
She was checking his emails. He has received mails recently from only one email address other than her’s. It was named as Anuj Sharma. She had heard this name. She noted this name on her note pad and started reading the mails. The contents of the mails shocked her. They had all information about her. Like, who she was, where she lives, who is her friend and how rich she is. No one other than one of her parents’ good friends, Mr Roy knew who she actually is. After her parents’ death in an accident Mr Roy had sent her away from the city and didn’t let anyone know where she was and took care of the business empire behind. She was told that it was for safety reasons. This means that this man knew her parents too.

Something caught her eye in the mail
‘Zahir, go get her. Take your revenge. Of your parents’ death.’

She had to find out who this Anuj Sharma is. Who were Zahir’s parents. Why is he relating their death to her? She could get there answers from Mr Roy.

“Wait. Revenge? Is Zahir here for some revenge?
If at all it was revenge, he never harmed me, nor did he even try to take advantage of me!
Why do I have a feeling that Zahir is someone I know already?” She spoke to herself.

She prepared to leave for Kerala. That’s where Zahir was and Mr Roy too.

When a leaf fell in love, again.

Posted: June 3, 2016 by Aarzoo in Poem
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Today morning after many days I saw her bright and happy.
Oh, she was not because of me. I got soppy.
I so wish that the cool breeze was me.
Hey, but she loved me the way I do at one point of time.
Today she looked as beautiful as that day. Just sublime.
She is dying, the cool breeze is dying.
Her last moments be the happiest is all I want.
And only I can do that. By letting her go.
All I want to see is the pale dull leaf dying with a bright smile.
I loosened my hold on her when I saw the breeze far by a mile,
Telling her
“Honey. your bright smile is all that matters to me”
I could see her more than happy.
When the cool breeze arrived,
The leaf kissed the breeze like it was her last kiss.
And the breeze carried the love of his life with him.
To infinity. No one knew where they disappeared after their death.