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Downfall and Snowfall

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  He parked his car outside my favorite bakery and ordered me to stay inside the car until he returned. He locked the car and kept an eye on me from a distance while he ordered the food. He allowed me to cry my heart out in his arms. My sobbing intensified as he hugged me tightly and massaged my back. He waited patiently for me to take my time and relax. My heart felt lighter. My nose turned scarlet red, kajal smudged from the corners of my eyes, and lipstick stained my palm when I wiped it away. He looked at me and laughed. "You look like a Joker!". I punched him in the chest, and then hugged him back. He held me with the same warmth. I felt safe and unreal around him. He made me felt like a youngster who had conquered her fear of the unknown. He was broad, strong and muscular. I was little and petite. I gazed at him again, as he put my hair behind my ears, set it with his hands, and wiped the tears from my face. Are you okay now? ( he asked) I nodded in response. ...

The Breakdown

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  The thoughts and glimpses of the past and the pain which I had suffered long ago were dancing again in front of me. I wanted to get over it once and for all. “Hi.” The message popped up on the projector as I was giving the client a demo. Soon after, another message appeared: "How are you doing these days, miss?” Excuse me, I muttered as I hurried to log out the social media app on my laptop, which had remained open from the action I took last night. Those messages invited a playful smile on everyone’s face. Ignoring the embarrassment, I quickly finished rest of the presentation and raced my steps out of the room. “So how are you doing these days, miss? Let's have dinner tonight,” whispered a high-pitched, thin, playful tone behind my back. It was Genny. I turned back and smacked her shoulder with my laptop. “Shut up, its nothing like that!” I replied as I defended my privacy from being invaded. Genny has moved to New York for many different reasons. She wanted some change in...

The Space Bar

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  We were never taught the meaning of SPACE in our lives, we were never taught we would ever need some.                                      I really love the word SPACE. It's fascinating; while we were growing up, we were told many times by our teachers to give right amount of space between the letters while writing. Right amount of Space is important to make your writing look nice, and readable. That’s what kids are being told when they are learning to write, right?  As we climbed the ladders from kindergartens to primary, we were introduced to huge digital boxes which we used to call desktop computers. There we got to know the longest key on the keyboard is the Space bar/ Space key which we need to press each time whenever we used to write something in a word file. I always used to wonder, why did they make the space bar so long? What might be the significance behind it? It could ...

The Invisible Touch

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  We all have our days. Some are hard to live, difficult to gulp, and dense enough to choke our souls to a limit that compels us to shout, WHY? I lived an entire week like this that ripped me apart into intangible pieces that were hard to stitch.  11:00 pm and I finally left my office, booked a cab, and waited for the driver to come. Devastated by the number of rejections and workload on my table, I decided to call it a day. November never felt so cold to me. I put my phone on silent mode and kept it safely in my leather handbag as I sat in the car.  I asked the cab driver to shut the music that was playing in the background. The noise was much louder at the back of my head. I always cherished if I had a snooze button in my life, something I wish to endure. Will I be able to make it? Will I be able to come up with a sensible draft? Thoughts like these crossed my mind. I opened the windowpane, placed my chin on the edge, and inclined towards the door of the car. The road w...

The Conference Called.

    I was living my life in a decently boring way until this conference came to me. I thought of it as one of my normal official activity of which I was going to be a part of. People were invited for this conference from all over India. The conference was scheduled for 7 days in Bangalore, and I was directed to fly 2 days prior to the start of this conference.   I took out my suite case, packed my formal suit, 2 pair of pajamas, a party dress (in case I need),  zipped my toiletries in a pouch; charged my laptop and arranged it in a separate hand bag, rechecked my boarding pass along with the id proofs, and left for the airport (after informing my family).   My flight was delaye d by 2 hours. To pass the time, I grabbed a costa coffee, placed my phone on the nearest charging point and checked for the recent messages. There weren’t many of them, except for the ones from my mother and from my two best friends- inquiring about my latest activity on the air...

Let's Be Being First.......

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Let’s be Humans first and Engineers later. Let’s Fix our Hearts first and Machines later. Let’s Value the People first and Our Egos later. Let’s Create Love first and Softwares later. Lets Earn some Respect first and Money later. Let’s Cuddle First and Fight later.   Let’s be Friends First and Make our Forever later. Let’s Learn to Hold first and Let Go later. Boy oh boy, let’s learn to live first and create the memories later. Let’s Make the Base first and Building later. Let’s Extend support first and Pretend later. Let’s be Humans first and Engineers later.   Let’s value the Person first and Time later. Let’s Gaze the Stars first and Screens later. Let’s enjoy the Darkness first and Daylight later. Let’s hold the Hands first and Grudges later. Let’s Resolve the Fight First and Blame each other later. Let’s become Kids first and get Mature later. Let’s eat the Cake first and Hit the Gym later. Let’s learn the Human values first and C...

Coffee And The Cake (Part 3)

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   While Ravin was trying to make the most of the time by doing the majority of the talks, I was busy doodling something on the tissue paper and roaming in my own world with Derik. Coffee reminds me of him. It’s been five days and nothing literally happened. Derik showed no hints at all. But I was sure he would have stalked my entire account at least once. My recent activities, recent pins, the major how about of my movements from one place to another. A social media app has a lot to offer, I realized that lately. A complete human could be transformed into another in the span of two years, and then this was about me. This was about us. I waited patiently like a hunter who waits for his bait to get trapped. But wait, I didn’t set the trap, it was he, who initiated. I was trying to adjust in New York already but now I was getting trapped in those days again. I felt his presence around me again. I got my constant checking of phone syndrome back with that one request. Thanks to ...