As for the record the last post on this blog was written on 4th of July,2012 and today it is 14th of October 2012. So for three months I've remained away from active blogging and I am highly skeptic that this will happen for some more coming months. Meanwhile I tried to write a lot of posts and ended up making fourteen drafts,all incomplete. Complacency I say is the biggest enemy of pseudo-creative people Meanwhile,I'm back with a story,at least with an attempt to write one and hope this one doesn't end up being the fifteenth article in the draft's folder.
The best part about evening is that is is preceded by an afternoon nap,especially for those for whom it is an inevitable part of life. He's one of them,who prefers tea to succeed the afternoon nap. So he got up,plugged in earphones and left for the tea shop. He reached the tea shop and ordered a cutting chai Parle G,while planning to do something which he was thinking for the last two days. Once done with the evening addiction,he reached the nearest Pan ka galla for a Gold Flake. His heart beats increased as he saw 4:35 pm on his mobile phone's screen saver. A week back,they fought,mutually committing that they won't talk to each other any more in their lifetime. But then these commitments fail to last more than the anashans. He called her last night and she,as expected,didn't pick up the phone. He was angry,a hell lot,but he managed to subdue it as the desperation of not talking to her overrode all other feelings.
He completed smoking and effectively managing to shorten his life by an awful five minutes when he saw her,draped in salwar kameez,carrying an aura of simplicity. She made him skip a thousand beats,a combined effect of euphoria and adrenaline. He instantly forgot all that he thought he would tell her,and begun following her. She too noticed him but she continued to walk,ignoring her. He touched her hand,trying to hold it,but she repulsed. "What brings you back?" she said as her facial expressions changed from that of anger to crying. "Baby,you look prettier when you are red faced" He said as he smiled. The frustrated look on her face vanished but she was not done yet. "These old tricks won't work on me,I'm tired of all your pick-up lines." She said,almost controlling her laughter. "So how can I convince you that I am dying to talk to you?" he said,venting out all his frustration. "And what would you tell me if I talk?" she said,being a bit less offensive this time. "Baby,I.. I" he stammered. "What?" she said,as a smile appeared on her face. "Baby,I.. I feeling hungry,can we eat something?" he said,as both started laughing. "Idiot!" She said and slapped her. Her touch got him goosebumps,as he held her hand and both walked towards the nearest pastry shop. He felt a sudden ease as he felt alive after seven long days...
The best part about evening is that is is preceded by an afternoon nap,especially for those for whom it is an inevitable part of life. He's one of them,who prefers tea to succeed the afternoon nap. So he got up,plugged in earphones and left for the tea shop. He reached the tea shop and ordered a cutting chai Parle G,while planning to do something which he was thinking for the last two days. Once done with the evening addiction,he reached the nearest Pan ka galla for a Gold Flake. His heart beats increased as he saw 4:35 pm on his mobile phone's screen saver. A week back,they fought,mutually committing that they won't talk to each other any more in their lifetime. But then these commitments fail to last more than the anashans. He called her last night and she,as expected,didn't pick up the phone. He was angry,a hell lot,but he managed to subdue it as the desperation of not talking to her overrode all other feelings.
He completed smoking and effectively managing to shorten his life by an awful five minutes when he saw her,draped in salwar kameez,carrying an aura of simplicity. She made him skip a thousand beats,a combined effect of euphoria and adrenaline. He instantly forgot all that he thought he would tell her,and begun following her. She too noticed him but she continued to walk,ignoring her. He touched her hand,trying to hold it,but she repulsed. "What brings you back?" she said as her facial expressions changed from that of anger to crying. "Baby,you look prettier when you are red faced" He said as he smiled. The frustrated look on her face vanished but she was not done yet. "These old tricks won't work on me,I'm tired of all your pick-up lines." She said,almost controlling her laughter. "So how can I convince you that I am dying to talk to you?" he said,venting out all his frustration. "And what would you tell me if I talk?" she said,being a bit less offensive this time. "Baby,I.. I" he stammered. "What?" she said,as a smile appeared on her face. "Baby,I.. I feeling hungry,can we eat something?" he said,as both started laughing. "Idiot!" She said and slapped her. Her touch got him goosebumps,as he held her hand and both walked towards the nearest pastry shop. He felt a sudden ease as he felt alive after seven long days...
