Short Story: Interview with the Ex - Part 2

In part 1, she gets a call from the old company for an interview again with the same department and the same boss who was never very nice with her.

Part 2 is about the day of the interview

She slept, that night with the interview call and the dialogues in her head. She carefully chose her best silk blouse and a smart expensive pant suit for the interview, with her diamond stud earrings.

She lay on her bed and said This time I am going to kill it

The next morn, she took her car to the interview and in her head she thought. A year back, I used to take the bus and reach all tired and sweaty This little thought made her chuckle.

Tee Infotech' the board stared in front of her face. The logo of the company had changed. She had liked the classy black logo with a Serif font. This one screamed 'desperate' on its face. She didn't like the new orange & green font at all. Hell, it was Tee Infotech not a Tutti Fruitti ice cream company. But why should she care. She is no longer working over here. Her current business card read 'Head of Marketing, Datasyst'. Had it not been the urge to meet her ex-boss... the chance to see him just once more... she wouldn't have thought of coming over here.

The security of the office recognized her. She was the only employee who used to speak to every person in the office.

Everything in this office still looked the same. She entered the office to see a new receptionist.

Her: I am here to meet Mr. Shateer Neygi

Here she was rehearsed thinking what she would say as soon as she met him... and this unknown lady was making her wait for 600 odd seconds. Great!

While she was lost in her thoughts, the receptionist hung up her intercom and said, Mr. Neygi will see you now.

She knew the way to Shateer Neygi's cabin. She had spent hours inside that room in the past. And even the uninitiated could read those block letters on the door of his cabin. She knocked the door

Come in, said the familiar voice with a deep baritone

In barely a few seconds minutes, she was ushered into the ex-boss's office. The boss shot an appreciative look towards her.

Boss: Hi, nice to see you again

Mr. Neygi was a huge man by stature and a very powerful man in this field. His presence made her feel so small and the voice just vanishes. She could never call him by his name. She always addressed him as "sir" then. She gathers her fallen confidence and voice and says

Her: Good to see you too

Boss; So, I am looking out for a marketing assistant. Its a similar role you were doing a year back.

Her: Do you need a person as senior as me to do that job?

Boss: You were good at it

The conversation was going exactly as she had imagined in her head all this while, she thought about her achievements of this one year and her confidence shot up

Her: I am not good at it anymore, I am the best in this. She said with a satisfied smile

The boss had not expected this reply from this one time timid boring looking girl

Her: You see, after going from here, I worked with companies that have their policies in place. They treated me like I should be. My opinions were respected, I was in real the part of a team. It made me feel good and showed in my performance

Boss: You were getting paid 30000 per month when you left. I will give you 70 and a good joining bonus with it

In her head she thought, now, now I use my trump card dialogue.

Her *smiles triumphantly* I was earning 30000 per month when I left. Now, add one more zero after the last zero of 30000 is what I get now. I don't think this company can afford me any more.
Anyways, it was nice meeting you again Shateer. This might be the first time that she actually addressed him by his name.

*the girl in her head punched the air* shook his hand and walked away with wide smile.

Short Story 5: Respect Them

Manisha is 17 and she ran away from her home with a small set of clothes, her favorite God's idol, a picture of her family and very little money that she had saved.

Manisha lost her father 5 months back, and her mother started dating another man who now started to live in her own house. This man, her mother's boyfriend has been trying to get into Manisha's pants for as long as she can remember. She did try to tell this to her mother. But, her mother's reaction always was "Cmon beta, he sees you as his daughter, and his touches are fatherly, you are overthinking. Stop reading gory newspapers"

Manisha, like every girl knew what a good touch is and what a bad touch is.

She reached a big city & got a job of a librarian in a local library that paid pittance but she was happy that atleast she had a job. She rented a dingy apartment with a leaking roof near her library. In a few months, the library was shutting down and she lost her job.

With no education, she tried applying to as many jobs as possible, but all in vain.

Her meager savings were also exhausting soon. There was a time when she did not have money to pay her rent, to which the landlord who stayed in the lower floor said with a nasty smirk "I can waive off your rent if you 'help' me when my wife isn't around. You know what I mean right"

Disgusted with this thought and the sight of this stinking pot bellied man, Manisha decided to move away from this place. But, where would she go?

She knew no one in the city, except for a school friend who had moved here years back. Manisha, looked up her friends number and called her. Her friend, Reema, invited her home. Manisha, was happy but her happiness didn't last long.

She reached Reema's house, it was located in a shady area, the house smelt of smoke, alcohol & drugs. Her friend Reema, was now unrecognizable in her black fake leather little dress, colored hair & puffy eyes. Reema, gave Manisha a spare room, that Manisha made as livable as possible.

She still was applying for jobs but no progress at all.

In the meanwhile, Manisha saw Reema sleep all morning and leave every evening with heavy makeup and shiny clothes. She never had the guts to ask what Reema does for a living. Reema hardly spoke to Manisha.

Manisha, wrote to her mother every month but never got replies from her. Many times she felt maybe she made a mistake by leaving home, but her mother's boyfriend's creepy hands were enough to change her mind

Reema "Hey, its been 4 months, I cant really feed you for free you know"

Manisha knew it would come to this someday "yes, I am looking for jobs"

Reema 'I have a proposition, I work for this bar as a dancer, there is a position vacant, nothing much to do, shake your booty, serve men alcohol, there is no compulsion to go with them unless you want to earn a lot"

Manisha was shocked at this proposition but she was getting desperate. She said to herself "Why not? Maybe its not that bad"

So, next day she went to the bar, and was escorted inside by a weird looking man. Inside there were four men checking her from top to bottom.

"Yo girl, whats with the good girl full length frock? Show us some booty"

Manisha looked confused, for which the more mature looking man said "Strip, we want to see if you can bring business to us"

Feeling ashamed to strip in front of strangers, Manisha did as slowly as possible

"Yo, we ain't got all day, baby doll" Manisha now stood naked with just her intimates on her.

The men scrutinized her all over, asked her to turn around, asked her to bend, surprisingly their looks were not lecherous. 

"yeah, you would do, we will pay you a 10 grand, 10% of the tips are our cut, you come at 9 and leave at 4"

Manisha "9am?"

All the men started laughing "9pm darlin" stressing on the PM

One of them said "Your stage name will be Rosey, goes will with that shaky booty" and the other men grunted a reply.

With tears in her eyes, she dressed and ran back home as fast as her feet could carry. Manisha cried all day.

Next day, when she went to the bar, she switched off Manisha and put on a persona for Rosey. From then on, every evening she becomes the sexy Rosey while in the day she is naive Manisha, who goes to a book store and reads as many books as possible.

Ten thousand rupees was not bad, also the tips were decent.

This made Manisha feel less guilty about herself & switching personality worked for her. Money was coming in, now Manisha rented her own place on a pretty street, where no one knew what she does.She still writes letters to her mother with no replies.

One evening while "Rosey" was coming back from work, someone in the dark alley pulled her in, groped her & covered her mouth and raped her repeatedly saying "Bitches like you deserve this"

Feeling disgusted, Manisha, sat there crying, she couldn't even go to the cops. No one would believe a bar dancer being raped.

Somehow, pulling herself, and covering herself with whatever clothes was left over, she ran across the road with million thoughts running in her head and with a tear stained, kohl dripped blackened face, what she didn't see was the truck coming on the road.

After a few months,Manisha a.k.a Rosey, was declared as orphan, unclaimed body and was burnt just like that, without any family or friends.

No one, not even her mother knew she was dead.

There are so many such Manisha's out there who resign to fate. No man had a right to rape her based on her profession. Many girls are desperate to feed their families & take up professions that they arent happy about.

Help them, if you can't at least respect them instead of violating them.

Short Story 4: The Ring (Final Part)

Previosly - A gist of The Ring (Part 1)
Vishesh a small time chemist finds a ring in his shop and takes it. The day he does a sinister looking man starts to follow him  - The Ring (Part 1)
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The man was 20 meters away from Vishesh. He was covered in black. he looked like the reaper without his spear.
Tears were stung in Vishesh's eyes. In heart of hearts, he felt that the ring was cursed when he took it now he was sure that the ring is cursed and this is his end, here in the middle of the street.

The man was 10 meters away, Vishesh got down from his bicycle, but lost his balance and fell on the dusty road.
The street light shone on the man's face. He was wearing a mask & had mean looking, icy cold, death like blue eyes.

The man was less than 5 meters away from Vishesh, some how Vishesh was trying to scamper away from him, seeing this the mean man's pace increased.

The man now, stood towering tall over, rat like Vishesh. In that, dark night, the street light behind this man made a spooky halo over him.
Vishesh now, was crying and begging to be left alive, he was mumbling every prayer he knew.

The bald man, bowed down to now scared & crying Vishesh & took off his mask. Vishesh was feeling faint already and closed his eyes. he didn't want to see the face of death.
Vishesh, could control no more and opened his eyes to see the same man who left the ring on the counter.

The man gave a vicious smile to Vishesh & in a very screechy voice said "TRing TRing....TRing TRing... Give me my T-Ring"

A few people came running, and held that man by his shoulders and thanked Vishesh for distracting the mentally ill patient who ran away from the hospital for the third time.
Vishesh then cried louder than ever and  thanked every God in this planet and promised to  himself that he would move his shop away from any mental hospital and away from any patients who might give him a heart attack

Story Story 4: The Ring (Part 1)

Vishesh, is a small time pharmacist in a small town in Mahrashtra. His shop was across a very famous neurology speciality hospital. Everyday he would see many patients & their families passing by. It gave a very depressing feeling to see them day in & day out.
Vishesh, being an introvert was quiet most of the time in the shop.

His monthly earnings were just enough feed him two small meals a day. He traveled on a bicycle, come hail or rain.

One day, a man came to the shop with a strange request, he wanted a "Green color" pill. He didn't care what brand, what it would cure. He just wanted a "Green pill", confused Vishesh didn't want to get into any legal complications & lose his license to sell medicines, so he gave that man Herbal pills that are good for digestion & don't need any prescription.

That man gave a very eerie feeling, his presence there was kind of chilling.
After the man left, Vishesh saw a sparkling ring, with diamond  encrusted "T" on it.  By the time Vishesh came out to search for that man, he was already gone.
Vishesh kept that ring in safe custody for more than a month thinking that man to return for it & eventually forgot about that ring

One evening, while cleaning out his shop, the ring way lying in the back of the drawer sparking and shiny. It was as if the ring called out to him.
Vishesh, then was in dire need of money and decided to take the ring for himself
"Its not stealing, he has kept it & forgot, I did keep it for so long. Didn't I? Well, I am just taking it. This technically is not stealing"
This what Vishesh consoled himself with.

Late that evening, it was very dark when Vishesh closed his shop. The roads were deserted except for urchins sleeping on the pavements, people were in their houses, vehicles parked, street lights shown and it was dead silent.

Vishesh took his bicycle and started towards his house with a smile on his face and the ring in his pocket.

At some distance, a sinsiter looking bald man on a bike started to follow Vishesh. Every time Vishesh slowed down, the bike slowed down, every time Vishesh stopped the bike stopped. His house was half an hour more to go.

At one point Vishesh was so scared that his feet turned cold and pedalling the bicycle became impossible.

The man started to come close. Vishesh, couldn't move, his voice was choked, he knew this was his end.


TO BE CONTINUED ON MONDAY - 8th February 2016 - The Ring (Final Part)....

Short Story 3: The Scandal

I am Marita. I stay in India & work as a house maid in many houses.
What I see in every house is unique always, the people, my saab and memsaab (whom I prefer to call bhaiyya and bhabi), the kids, their house, their kitchen.
Somehow I am very particular of how the kitchen of the house looks, it gives an impression of the family & the whole house.

Well, that is a generic idea. Today, I want to talk about the Bhaiyya & Bhabi of the 10th floor. They have q very beautiful house, Bhabi is very pretty, I love the way she dresses up & the way she keeps her house, especially her spic & span kitchen, beautiful steel & brown.
She is nice to speak to too, mostly cheerful & fun with Bhaiyya
They keep buying exotic groceries every month, I find the bills while sweeping.
Yes, I am inquisitive & nosy.
I love to see, shopping bills, those weird online boxes and their bills.

Bhaiyya, on the other hand looks shy and silent, he doesnt talk much. he is always busy with his phone or computer or switching channels on the TV. He seems sweet and nice and very much in love with Bhabi, I can say because of the look in his eyes.

A week back, while I was sweeping the house clean, I found a dust laden photo under the bed.
At first, I didn't recognize the picture, on looking closely I realized its Bhaiyya in that picture with a woman, a pretty woman whom I don't recognize. Bhaiyya looked way much younger than now, also that girl in skimpy outfit. It looked so scandalous, the way Bhaiyya is hugging her.
I was stunned.

This shy looking Bhaiyya, is cheating on my innocent Bhabi.
From then on, I couldn't see Bhaiyya in the same light, he looks so villainous to me and Bhabi has started to look like a victim.
I just cant get this out of my head. I can't sleep in the night after knowing the truth.
How could he?

Should I tell this to Bhabi? I am sure she will ask for an evidence. I can show her that picture, Its well hidden in my bag.
Bhabi is a nice woman and she deserves to know about her husband who acts all pure and devoted.

After contemplating for a week, I finally broached the subject today morning.

"Bhabi, Can I say something"
"Sure Marita, You look tensed, anything bothering you?"
"Yes Bhabi, actually its not about me that is really bothering me"
"So, is it something at home? Are your kids well?"
"yes Bhabi, they are. But, something is not well here"
"Here? Whats wrong here?"
"Its...well...hmmm....Its..aa...Its.."
"Say Marita, What?"

Gathering all my courage, I close my eyes and say "Well, Its Bhaiyya"

There is a long pause,

"What...happened to Bhaiyya"
I still haven't opened my eyes, I knew I can't face the look on Bhabi's face and I start ranting, not wanting to stop
"He is having an affair and I have the proof, I knew this a week back, but I couldn't come to you sooner"
"Proof? What proof Marita?"
I slowly open my eyes to see Bhabi, standing by the kitchen counter. I open my purse and pull out the scandalous picture and hand it over to Bhabi.
Bhabi sees the picture, and there is a huge pause again, heavy silence was hanging in the air. Those few seconds felt like hours.
Then Bhabi tore her eyes from the picture, looked at me and started laughing like a mad woman.

I knew I shouldn't have shown the picture to her. Now, this nice woman couldn't take her husband's infidelity and had gone mad. Its all my fault. Poor Poor Bhabi!
Bhabi is holding the kitchen counter and still laughing hard.

In between her laughs, she calls out to Bhaiyya, to which he comes
"What is so funny Sheela"
Bhabi, gave the picture to Bhaiyya. I was sure that he is going to get a shock & deny everything but instead he smiled.

I was confused with such a reaction.
Bhabi then came close to me, took a few breathes to normalize herself and said "Marita, that picture is me & Ramesh. It was taken 4 years back when we were honeymooning"
Bhaiya, stood there looking confused. Bhabi told him that she will explain everything to him later.
"Thank you Marita, for looking out for me & also for this picture and don't worry Bhaaiya is a very nice man"

I felt so stupid. S.T.U.P.I.D
I learnt my lesson
I should never judge anyone if I know nothing about them.

Short Story 2: Tragic Obssession

Naina & Abhi, the ideal couple. They were dating each other for close to 8 years now. They were a very nice looking couple, charming & inseparable, which after a point their friends got annoyed of. There was never Abhi without Naina.

Though many times, Abhi preferred a proper guys evening but Naina always tagged along.

Naina was very possessive about Abhi, she did not liked the sexually colored jokes his friends made, she hated how Abhi spoke to his female friends and she hated the way they smiled at him

Abhi wanted to talk to Naina about it for long now, he loved her but he loved his life & being with his friends too.

One evening, Abhi decided to talk to Naina & get things straight, but never expected that things might turn this ugly. There were lot of shouts, screams, name calling, mud slinging, tears and that night, they broke up.

Naina couldn't believe that Abhi just dumped her. Her possessiveness soon turned obsessive. She could go to any extent to get Abhi back.

She stalked him on social networks. She started peeping into his house with binoculars.

While walking back to her house, one night, Naina saw an ad that claimed that any relationship or lost love can be brought back into you life with the help of black magic.

Naina, didn't hesitate for a moment & called on the number given on the ad.

Naina "Hi, Is this Magic Life"
A rough male voice with a bad English replied "Yes, Who speaking"
"I wanted some help regarding my love life, I saw your ad"
That Man "Yes, You come, We help, bring Rs. 15000/-, and come looking like a bride with all the jewelry, the magic should think you is a wife"
Naina "OK. I will be there tomorrow"

In the meanwhile, a group of rogue men were laughing, "Dudes, we got another loaded bird coming in"

Next morning, Naina reached the said address dressed like a bride with the hope to get Abhi back. A man in orange outfit with ash on his forehead escorts her inside a dingy looking house.
Suddenly, out of nowhere a hand with a chloroformed handkerchief comes and gags Naina's. She faints and falls on her attackers feet.
They drag her to a room near by and rob her of all her money and gold. While she is still sedated, she is undressed and raped by six men in that room while they took chances capturing a video of the act.
Then they haphazardly wrap her with the bed-sheet &  and throw her in the woods near by.

Her parents and frantically search for her and so do Abhi & the police.
After 10 days, they find a woman's body who died of excessive bleeding. That woman was Naina.

Short Story 1: Life never moved on

I have planned to write a short story every week. Lets see how far I keep my promise.
So here goes, the first short story.

Its a beautiful day. Clear skies, pleasant weather, trees lush and green, kids playing in the park, Older people playing chess, the smell of flowers wafted through the air.

But, one person was locked inside, where it was all gloom, dark, dingy, the whole room smelt of dampness, urine & rotting meat.
People dared not to pass by this tiny house, kids dread creak of the windows of this house. It was as if its cursed. But, no one knew what is inside.

Inside, sat an old man rocking on a creaking chair alone, he rarely came out. He had his monthly groceries & other supplies done by his old sister, who might be the only visitor this house has seen for ages.

"Why can't you go out, its a beautiful day and will do good for your bones too" came a female voice from the kitchen
The only sound was the scrubbing of the kitchen floor and the Grandpa clock's ticking

"Are you even listening to me?" Jennie rose up from kitchen floor after scrubbing it clean.

She walks to Mark who is staring at an old photo album, Jennie touches his shoulders. Mark looks up but says nothing

No one who knew Mark 15 years back would have ever thought that some day he would turn into this mute vegetable who never leaves his house.

Jennie, looks to her brother who is sitting slouched on this rocking chair & thinks

Mark, always energetic, the most popular guy, the life of a party, an awesome businessman, smart personality, with dimples on his cheeks when he smiled and this mischievous look in his emerald green eyes.
So many women had an eye on her dashing brother & she was so proud of this fact. And then came one girl Emma.

Very cute, shy, almost invisible to the people in the room.

It was in a college reunion's drinking dare party, where Mark was supposed to kiss a girl chosen by his friends & they chose Emma, because of her plain Jane, no makeup looks.
When Mark went to kiss her, Emma refused which came as a surprise to him & to the others. No girl has ever turned down "The Mark".
Soon, Emma became a challenge for him & he started to pursue her to prove himself. As the days passed, the more & more he started to know about her, Mark fell in love.
The got married after 8 years of dating.

Emma, a bank executive at 30 and very pretty, she wasn't shy anymore, a lot of Mark's influence rubbed on her, on the other hand, Mark was humbler & an established businessman at 34.
They had a beautiful beach wedding, followed by a lavish reception.

They traveled a lot, made love, brought a beautiful house by the park & decorated it with lots of love.
They loved children & wanted one of their own, they tried. Emma did conceive trice but had three miscarriages in the first term itself. This took a toll on Emma's mental health.

After 9 years, Emma was pregnant again. Mark was elated to get the news that Emma is expecting. He loved the thought of little Emma.
Suddenly, one morning 5 months pregnant Emma collapsed. Emergency ambulance was called, Mark was terrified.
Emma was declared dead before being brought to the hospital. She had a fatal heart attack.

That heart attack, had broken Mark's heart, from then he stopped living. He stopped smiling. He stopped meeting people. He stopped talking.
Slowly times passed by, the house they decorated together was falling apart just like Mark was inside. He lost his will to live. He lost his wife, his best friend, his life.
He lived a meager

life on the money they had saved for their life.

Jennie turns again to see Mark still staring at his wedding picture, where Mark looked very happy & Emma was glowing in her pink wedding gown.

Its been 15 years to that fateful day.

Jennie often thought "How can someone be so in love with another person that losing that person robs the life of this person"

Someday, Jennie hopes to see her brother smiling again. Someday

My First Short Story - The Hidden Identity

With the recommendation and encouragement of a very nice friend of mine. I am trying my hand on my first SHORT STORY.

He sat there in the shady corner of the alley with his head on his hands wondering, what he had done and why. He knew this happened in the heat of the moment, it wasn't intentional, but how will he prove it.

He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror of the hotel back door, the mirror reflected his blood smeared hands, his stained shirt, and teary stained face.

Two blocks away, he heard police sirens, something in his mind made him want to see what was happening. Cops bustling around, the Caution Barricade yellow tapes being put up. Somehow, these goings made him so nervous that he wanted to scream out real loud, beads of perspiration broke out on his forehead, he closed his eyes and replayed the whole scene in his head all over again for the billionth time.

It was 11.34pm when he checked his phone for Aliah's message, she was in trouble again, but this time he sensed something serious. He brushed the sinking feeling from his mind and thought "she should have been her 15 minutes back"
He had the money she wanted and the .45 ACP handgun for her safety.

Suddenly, he saw a man approaching from the dark and dragging along a limp body of a woman. In that, moonlit street he knew that woman was Aliah.
He could feel it now, when its too late, that it was love that he felt for her but never acknowledged it. This new realization and the anger that she had been killed made him pull out the handgun and aim at the man who killed her..

BANG!!! BANG!! BANG!!!

The sound of 3 gunshots fired resonated in the silence of the night.
Things went still
He had killed him.

SS: The Last Salute to Love

THIS POST IS TOTALLY IMAGINARY

This story has been on my mind since the time I met  Major.X  2 years back and he had told me his war stories.

I just could find the appropriate words to put it and give it a proper end

CODE NAME: ZOE

LOCATION: SARAJEVO

His Satellite phone beeped beside him in a very hoarse manner “eeennk aaannkkk…Zooeee…Head to North….I repeat Head to North…Over and Out”

Little did the person on the other end know that 26 year old Zoleam was shot and was lying alone on the pool of blood on white snow..

Trapped in the middle of a heavy warzone..waiting for help..Seeing his best buddies being shot..Seemed like he lived a nightmare in 2 weeks..

Jus as he closed his eyes memories flashed by…3 months back

He was there with her…on his knees..at the Central Park with a ring in his hand

Now lying here..with snow falling on his face..all he wanted to do was to tell her what she meant to him..very slowly he tried to say the words "I don't know why I am saying this now here when I know you are miles away from way safely tucked into your bed… this because I really hope that these words  never gets to you, because if it does that means I am dead. It also means I never had time to show you just how much I really did love you."

Zoe went on to recall their first kiss and how every night in the war period he had touched the photograph of her on his headboard "so you could look over me as I slept".He used to tease her picture

He went on: "Well, now it is my turn to look over you as you sleep and keep you safe in your dreams. . .So, whenever you feel lonely, just close your eyes and I'll be there right by your side. I really did love you with all I had. You were everything to me. Never forget that and never forget I will always be looking over you. I love you, you are my soul mate."

After the death of his parents when he was jus 5 years old…She was the only person whom he really loved and care about.

Now when the moment has come for him to go, he slowly looks at the slow day breaking…He salutes the 1^st rays of sun falling on his face…faintly smiles and closes his eyes to eternity.

My Train Journey

Dear Diary

I being an army man have told you so many stories about wars..blood...loneliness etc..But today what I am gonna write in you is something very different..something very close to my heart..
I got my 7th posting from Nashik to Bangalore...I had to get a train from Mumbai..I dreaded the traveling alone..I got into the train and settled in ma seat...

Then in 5mins She came in with her parents..at first i didn't look at her..i was too busy tying my shoe laces..then when i looked up..i saw her in simple faded jeans and blue t-shirt..putting up her bags and talking to her parents in Tamil...her medium length hair tied loose and the stray strands falling on her shoulders...nothing sexy..nothing appealing..but there was something about this girl that i jus could not take my eyes off her..

Her seat was bag opposite to mine and incidentally her papa was sitting next to me..i was trying to catch a glimpse of her at every given chance..but she didnt seem to even look at me..
She was very jovial,friendly,helpful,smart and yet very kiddish...it made her so very desirable to me..she had the loveliest eyes i have ever seen in ma life..

There have been so many women in and out of my life..but none so very charming and innocent like her..there wasn't an ounce of lust in me for her..
Soon the night had set it..people got ready for a good sleep..the lights went out..but i jus couldn't sleep then..all is could think of were those pretty eyes sleeping  in the next bed 1 feet away from me..I tilted my head to look at her..and there she was sleeping like an angel under the sheets..a small slight smile lingering her lips..i din realize for how long i was staring at her..All i wanted to do then ws to look at her forever..then she stirred a bit and i turned back..i still could not sleep..it was almost 4am..i thought i was the only one awake..i turned back again to look at her..but she was gone..I waited for full 10minutes and got impatient..i got up and saw her father sleeping..the compartment was silent..Where was she?

I went out..and saw her standing on the door with her hair flying in the air..she looked as if she was far away thinking..when she realized i was standing there,she turned back and faintly smiled at me..then she passed by me and her perfume made me feel her presence around me..i stood at the door where she was standing a few minutes ago thinking about her and seeing the beautiful day break..by the time i realized it was bright and sunny..All the passengers were up by then and she came back to her chirpy mode..
I so tried to distract myself by vaguely staring at my laptop..but my thoughts were going back to her again..As the train went closer to Bangalore my heart went sinking..I din want her to go away..now the clock seem to tick faster than the time-bomb.

We reached Bangalore...both of us got down at Bangalore cantonment..This was the last time I ever saw her..
I could have taken a picture of her..its now etched deep in my heart forever.

hey Diary..I think I am in love with a person whom I can never find again

-Captain Rajveer S