Couple of days passed away.There is a feeling that would be a
very special or not; that can’t say unless the story tells out completely.
This is a story about she and he.
And this is a story about a lovely February that is passing off
without a red rose. However, fortunately both had a walked together in evening
of 14th February and crossed the couple of beautiful romantic roads
of Bangalore city. It would be less than a half hour. He felt like a long road
where they traveled together some golden hours.
Sometimes both catches the eyes as one and smiled to each other
for a while without any reason. Wow! so sweet.
“I’m hungry” she says
“what do you want to eat” he responses
“Samosha, today I want to eat bengali samosha, do you have
money”she asks again
“Yes, i do have. Well, lets have samosha” he responses.
They went to Bengali restaurant and had samosha. Then they
walked further some more time till she gets her bus stop.
Good night..... hmmmmmm good night...
She was not a pretty girl to him so far,
why she is being beauty now? He doesn't talk much to her most of the time and
now.....?
Yes few days had ended up bit closely. Sending few messages over the
phone after dinner and rarely sometimes in afternoon. Some poetic messages,
some forwarded messages, and good night messages.... but not more than three
four , no we chat, no watsapp... simply text messages, no mail, no
inbox and comments in facebook.
She is slim and tall, fair in color, wearing salwar and
jeans and t shirts, wearing different designs of ear rings... once she said, “I’m
very simple and middle class girl, don’t want to go to beauty parlor to stress
my hair” because she has little curly hair. However she is not an ugly girl now.
Talking to him so sweetly, politely and like a mother
sometimes, giving and suggesting so many advises. (do they feel eager to see
each other?) I don’t know.
Who knows what they do think and feel. He had experienced
lots about a miserable life and moreover he doesn't smile for a week and
depressed more than a month, that happened often during his full hectic days. He had
a bad past. It became change now with genuine smiles on his face and becomes
like a child to her... he enjoys while he speaks something to her.
“Pray for me” often she says...with a mesmerizing smile....
Lol.... I’m smiled alone; me narrator...
He walked alone on foot path of the city road and singing
songs in a merry feeling, all the lyrics have made by himself... staring at the
stars and moon and texting to her.... both tune and lyric rise up from his
heart. Is he mad? I don’t know... becoming so handsome along with limited remembrances of her. This February is showered him so freshly with spring
hopes.
He was texting a message at midnight of 13th February crossed into valentine’s day and he had seen her next day on the of
valentine’s day. She was the prettiest girl on his eyes. Simply she giggled
when they have an eye in between them. She came near by and sat so comfortably with her beam.
Does he fall in love? I don’t know
because its an abstract from an short story that i’m plotting up based on real incidents... i will accomplish it as soon as possible.
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You have quite an imagination bro. I have read other posts on your blog, and I can safely bet you have a great writing career up your sleeves. The depiction of life in the villages, the description of the sceneries, provocative similarities and sometimes rebellious outburts I have seen no where. One quality that hit me is the density of genuine literary use of words. It is rare.
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