Secret Santa

Posted: December 28, 2013 in Christmas, fiction

It was cool breezy evening of Christmas when Ayush reached his colony from office. Down the line for two years he is been used to the atmosphere of the place and as usual to his daily routine, he went for a smoke to nearby tea-vendor. He bought a cigarette, light up, sipped his tea, dragged deep puff of smoke and sat by the small footstep before the sweet shop in front of the chai-wala. The whole colony was looking resplendent for the Christmas celebration. Though he hardly knew about the festival for his own prejudiced reason like, “I’ll celebrate any of the festival as long as my office announces leave for that, despite of the religion they are based on.”  He looked around the complex’s parking space where kids were playing with joyous faces. He turned left to him and saw a big Christmas tree decorated with lights in someone’s balcony. With another deep whiff he noticed someone standing at midst of this entire cheerful environment, staring desolately having miseries in his eyes. A kid, a small dejected kid not more than 6 years old whom he known for a while. He was the son of the woman working there in the sweet shop. He had seen him playing with street side dogs but that day he was not in mood to go through his usual way of killing time.

For a moment he was moved by the feelings of the kid had right there. He started looking through the kid’s eyes, which was questioning the whole system that why he would not be able to live in this world as if other kids used to do. Why does not he be able to acquire all the luxuries and resources?

Literally, Ayush understood every word that kid wanted to say. Then he decided to be secret Santa who is been always discussed but never known by anyone. Suddenly he left for the nearby gift store and searched for a while something opt for the kid that followed by the sports store. Finally, he bought a football and went ahead to the sweet shop again where he collected lots of chocolate and a cake. After being all set to surprise the kid, he started looking for him and found him sitting under the banyan tree facing towards east side of the complex.

He went up to him; spread his hand to wish him. In response, kid also stretched his hand and said, “Hi!”

“Why are you sitting here and not playing?” Ayush asked.

“What festival is this today? I asked mumma but she refused to tell, probably she is busy in her work.” He went on explaining and ignored Ayush’s actual question.

“Every year, god comes to earth secretly and gives gifts to everyone, because today is his birthday.” Ayush said.

“But, I did not get my gift, why do I believe you?”  He made a curious point.

“That is why I came to you. Actually, God is busy like your mum. And you know what, he is really sorry that he could not make it to you personally.” Ayush replied.

“Hmm, I see. So what have you got for me likewise you said?” The kid inquired.

Ayush picked his bag lying down and used his hand like a magician to get things he bought a moment ago. While he was offering the gift to the kid, he noticed the excitement in kid’s eyes, gleaming with happiness and delight. Both of them shared the chocolate and cake, played with footwall for a while. They were so much into the play that didn’t realise the time moved so fast.

Then time came when Ayush had to stick to his usual routine. He brought the child to his mum and left for his room. He purchased a cigarette and was about light up, he saw the kid waving at him saying bye. Some drop of tears rolled down his cheeks. He threw his cigarette, breathed deep and felt all his tiredness and stress loosing hold on him.

He made two souls heavenly that evening.

Advertisements

First and Last Date

Posted: November 21, 2013 in Dating, Love

Feb, 1st 2011.

Would you like to convene me as I will be home next week?” I sent a message. And as soon as it was delivered I went back dreaming in my good old days as waiting for a reply was too tough for me. These are the moments when even biggest mathematician’s algorithm with permutation and combination fails to come up with a explainable result. I was in 9th std. when this feeling of being with someone, to care and to be cared got an accident with me. I hardly knew what it was that time. Some of my friend suggested as “It is love” perhaps we never encountered with words like crush and infatuation. Only thing I remember about those days was the conversation through our eyes until we separated our ways after board exams without saying a single word. Yes, it is true that we never talked.

5 minutes later my phone blinked with a hardly audible tone bringing me back to the real world. “If you can manage your time.” I read and heard a voice echoing in my head “If you believe me, a girl’s dictionary doesn’t have these two words – “Yes/No”.
Every reply of them is like an alien’s signal, you have to decode them with an uncertainty of successfully doing it and certainty of screwing yourselves.

Alright, 9th February. Place and time as you wish.” I messaged.

11:00 AM, Sakchi. Pick me up from my old college as I have some pending work over there.” She replied.

Done.” I said and logged off for the day.

5th feb, 18:55. I started thinking about our last co-incidental visit in a busy afternoon when we talked first time and exchanged our nos. As the announcements were done for my flight to Calcutta, I started wondering whether I need to impress her or not, and other probable doubts.

As the day arrived, I woke up as early as possible and started finishing daily routine jobs without which my mother would not have allowed me to go out. I searched my bag for better clothes as I barely had one. After much efforts a light faded denim with a pan-america shirt was finalized and my canvas as usual. I was all set. I left home at 10:40, as it is not more than 20 minutes ride to Sakchi from home. I was about to reach there when I sensed that my phone was ringing.

Hello, where are you? I am done here in my college and down the way.” She said.

Wait for 2 minutes, I am almost there.” I replied and parked my bike near Blue diamond rushing to her college. I looked through the moving vehicles ignoring the traffic cacophony. “There is she.” I mumbled as I saw her coming towards me. She was in her chudidaar with a light navy blue kurti with casual sandals, her hair was perfectly tied in a bun and no extra makeup. With a smile, we shook hands.

Where did you leave your bike?” She inquired.

Mmm,parked on the opposite side of the road as I was intended to talk to you more while walking.” I gave only explanation I could have come up confidently but felt idiotic inside. We started sharing our views on school days to college life, every nonsensical asset of batch mates to her master degree and my job. We did not even realise how a 10 min walk went by in seconds. Now, it was time to leave for CCD Bistupur. As she sat behind me, I felt the harmony of her calm and yet chirping song of earrings. Suddenly I felt something on my shoulder, although I was wishing for the same but never believed that it could happen.

YES” I breathed heavily. It was her hand on my shoulder, soft disciplined with a smooth landing as a bird. I reconfirmed the conspiracy just then happened in side view mirror as I was drifted by the excitement of sudden happiness. These simple, minor yet strong moments plays a big role to bring the warmth in unconditional and unnamed relations.

I love her.” SIMPLE.

At that moment I experienced the completeness, I craved to be the guy who will be with her forever in good and worst, in happiness and sorrow, to care her and to be cared. I desired life to be like this always, uncertain and surprising.

To be cont….

P.S:-  Although it is just a fiction. But, those who know me Please do not disclose her name.

Completely Lost

Posted: August 29, 2013 in Lost

Completely LostIt was January 9,2013, I turned 24 that day. Ever since then it’s been 6 months I have been searching for something, something I am not knowing even a bit.I have gone through introspection, thought process and so many chintan-manan sessions but failed every time.Yes, I am independent now, truly speaking just on financial base.In all these 6 months I have developed strange ways of passing time,Yes I am just trying to pass the time by anyhow not enjoying or living things. Reading books (yes it’s quite strange that habit of hating books even on one night before exam’s turned to reading randomly besides getting anything from them),surfing internet (mainly wasting on social networking sites), reading blogs of unknown persons and relating to them, trying to pen down own thoughts but disappointing self every time.

Yes, I know life changes every moment like weekend movies with friends is replaced by getting drunk alone….late night calls with girlfriend extincted by smoking weed on terrace walking through memories… waking up at 1pm on sunday and having lunch and breakfast at the same time is merely a imagination…formal conversations have taken place of friend’s argument in which you can hear more abuses than the actual topic.Now I have a better talktime but so less people to talk to.I miss those bike trips after bunking classes….teasing friends with their crush’s name….fighting over small misunderstanding…that angry young man look on father’s face after getting low marks…my mother asking everyday “khana nikal dun kya?”…. and so on many things that can not be written in one’s whole life. May be one day I will find the lost part of me again or may be I’ll accept life this way. After all change is the only surety about life but for now I am Completely Lost.