Strangers

Like a dream it was

I wish I could say

The stars in those eyes

alien to me

little did I know

the colors in those eyes

be my dream.

the tune of your heart

my hymn..

I fear the day I lose you

I fear the moment

when I question why I breath

I wish we were strangers again

like the day we met

dreamy eyes mystery to me..

Our eyes never locked

I wish.

never would have been the same

you and me..

you fade away

in the morning mist

leaving me behind…

I wish we never met..

we were strangers..

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7 th floor

 

wowbadgeIt happened suddenly.The light started flickering. It reminded of some horror movie..All the lights blinking and going dim like they have gone crazy. It was  already late..may be I was the last soul to leave the office. After a hectic day at work I was about to leave for home. When I reached the lift all these drama started. Should I enter the lift? What if the lift fails? What if  I  get trapped in ?

I stood there for a moment thinking ‘should I or should I not’ when the lights went out. That left me one lonely soul in pitch darkness.I quickly fished into the bag trying to find my phone. The lights from the phone gave me the feeling of finding an oasis in the middle of a desert. Perfect timing. My phone beeped  ‘battery low’ and died silently transporting me back from the oasis to pitch black darkness where seeing my own feet was a tedious task .

I saw a light approaching me from distance..yes light from a phone…For a moment I felt thankful to see another human soul. Next moment the negative thinker of my mind woke up. Who could it be? As far as I know everyone had left. I shuddered as my mind weaved  scary stories. I shooed it away and took few deep breaths..calm!! calm!!  I whispered to my mind. I saw the figure approaching me. And then like a miracle lights came. I saw him. A man, may be in his early twenties. No he doesn’t work here. I have never seen him before..May be new appointment.

He smiled at me . I kept staring at him literally with mouths open. Find your manners !!!  My brain shouted to my mind . I smiled back like an idiot. I pressed the lift buttons trying to hide the embarrassment. Not again !!! out of order for the nth time this month. Had I been alone I would have kicked those doors to let go off my frustration. But now someone was with me so I behaved like a ahem ‘ well behaved’ lady.

Guess we have to take the stairs..He said in calm tone.

Yeah..I smiled. Again like an idiot.

He smiled to himself. Even a small kid could read from my face that I have developed a liking for him.

Falling in love with someone whom you just met? The reasonable part of my mind queried to my brain.

I watched him as we walked to the stairs. Noticing each feature..His hair was curly brown and occasionally he ran his fingers through them. His eyes brown and the smile was something that bowled me over at the first sight. I watched him walking down the steps.

Are you not coming?

Yes again I had acted weird. I was standing there at the top of the staircase watching him dumbly as he took his steps down.

‘Yeah’ I said in low pitch.

All these years whenever the lift died..I would whine how all my energy was wasted climbing down these steps. But today it felt good. We walked sharing glances at times.  He would wait for me when I got slow. And I walked with the same stupid smile plastered on my face. He smiled at times to himself and to me. It felt like I could walk a thousand miles with him. Yes I was head over heels in love with a man I just met.

When we finally reached the ground floor the watchman came walking to us.

Why isn’t the lift not working? I tried to sound angry.

But Madam the lift is working fine. He replied confused.

Eh? Now I was the one who stood there confused.

But it wasn’t working when we checked. isn’t it? I turned back.

Where is he? He was nowhere to be found. Where did he go? I wondered.

Then my phone rang startling me..Wasn’t this supposed to be dead ?

Who was he? I didn’t even ask his name!!!

That was the first time and the last time I saw  him  !!

 

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

This weeks theme:

You finish filing your work and are ready to leave for home. As soon as you reach the lift, the lights in the building go off. What happens next?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lunch box

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Arav smiled with his eyes closed ,enjoying the aroma of the chicken curry and roti  from the lunchbox that he held in his hands.

“You are the most awesome friend I have “ he  said hugging  her.

Just because I brought you these ?

“No because you  gave me the key to some  beautiful memories ,reminded me  of my mom “ he said licking the curry off his fingers.

“Aww someone is getting emotional “she  hugged him back with a smile that said I knew it.

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The First Attempt

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‘First aid box. Check. Knife. Check. Spectacle case. Check.’ 

She repeated again. She ran her fingers over the knife, her hands shivering while doing so. ‘Check Check Check‘  She repeated again..She was about to do the first surgery in her life.. Unfortunately her patient was in the situation because of her. She put on the spectacles, pressed it on to her nose  which made her look like a geek.  ‘Perhaps I should take him to hospital‘. But her overconfidence pushed aside the thought. Slowly she moved the knife nearer to the wound. Gathering all the courage, she  tried to pop the metal out of the wound..The blood gushing out of the wound ruined her first attempt in surgery. She felt her head spinning.Within minutes she was down on the floor…When she finally regained her senses her first ever patient had already escaped…

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PUNCTURED TYRE

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She gaped at her watch and then impatiently hit the window shield..Can you please drive faster..She impatiently asked the driver. He scorned …Then it happened!!!!..Alaas  ‘The tyre couldn’t have chosen a better time to get punctured ‘ She cursed herself. The day was really a havoc..and everything a mess..  She tried hard to hide her tears… All that came into her mind was her son…the poor soul whom she  forgot to pick from the daycare …”What kind of mother am I ? Who would forget her own baby”  She thought while waiting there in the middle of nowhere hoping to get a lift…

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