Posts Tagged ‘Love’

A Walk To Remember

February 15, 2018 6 comments

I read a very cute post from a very dear friend of mine and she inspired me to pen down my own story 🙂 

It was 2012. Me and my husband (then friend) were really good friends since 2010. We were working in same office and had same set of friends. We used to hang out for a while after office hours over half a cob of corn. Sometimes our other friends joined us, other times it was just the two of us chit-chatting under the star-lit-sky sharing our joys, issues, sibling-stories, mother-stories, defects he was working on, embarrassing-process-of-groom-hunt and so on. It had become a routine that we all looked forward to.

I was very sure I will have an arranged marriage. I used to assure my mom that she need not worry as people fell in love only in school and colleges and that after starting work we are pretty mature to get involved with anybody. Feeling challenged cupid must have struck me with it’s arrow that very moment I guess. 

One evening I was meeting a friend after office hours and thus had to skip our usual meet up. Upon knowing about the meet, he teased that I had a date with the friend. I retorted that going by the logic I have had many dates with him. He smiled. I asked him if he was jealous? And he accepted that he was. Not knowing what to say I just smiled back. He declared that I owe him a date. A proper one.  

So we planned our “official date” and met for a movie which was the safest option and didn’t invite too many questions from parents. After the movie he offered to walk me till the bus stop. While crossing the road our hands brushed and making use of the opportunity he held my hand. Not knowing what else to do, I just held his hand back tightly and we walked under the star-lit-sky silently. 🙂 

This was the story of my first “official” date. What’s yours? 🙂

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The Princess Diary!!

April 29, 2011 2 comments

Today I am going to tell you the story of a Princess. Yeah Princess of the blogging world, Raji. She must have shared many incidents of her life with you. Be it about her siblings and their life, pics of her various trips , the awesome shape poetry, about biker, she has shared it all here. But there is one story that she never mentioned. Nobody knows about it, except me. The memoirs of those dark cursed days still haunts her sometimes and she wakes up horrified in mid night or struggles to catch sleep till dawn breaks, and that’s when she sits down and rhyme, silently until tiredness takes the toll over her. Want to know what happened? Read on.

She sat in a corner of her room, staring at the clock and then her blog. She thought to herself- “It’s been 3 days now. And with the clock striking 00:00 the count will reach 4.” Tears welled up in the corner of her “small” eyes with the realization that days were passing in a jiffy & still there was nothing in her mind that could cure her suffering.

Once while crossing through the cafeteria, her colleagues spotted her writing something vigorously in the diary she always carried along. And then she ripped the page off ruthlessly, threw it inside her hand bag and began writing again. She did the same with nearly 10 pages. It was a scary sight for them.

She was acting different. Very different. Suddenly she would look into the sky and click something, then stare at her mobile for several minutes, suddenly sit staring at nothing on the table for minutes, or click the pics of the juices and salads she has ordered. She would walk along the corridors of the office as if she had been possessed, and if at her desk, she would blankly stare at the monitor, physically present but mentally nobody knew where.

That Saturday morning while she was busy staring at the pages of her diary, clock and her blog, her cell phone rang. It was him. The love of her life, Sree. She smiled after 4 days. He reminded her about the date they have planned in “Mash”. She loved the place for its romantic ambience and sea facing bistro. Her eyes were still fixed on her blog while she dressed up to meet him.

He was already there, waiting for her. Finally she arrived and their “small” eyes met. They sat in trance for some brief moments and his eyes fell upon her dress. He took her hand in his and asked- “Princess, you didn’t have any washed dress? You could have told me. I would have helped you reduce that pile of unwashed clothes. Why wear the already worn dress ulta?”

Her “small” eyes opened wide and she looked at herself, shocked. I am……. Sree…… I don’t know how…. but it’s not what…… I really don’t know…… Words seemed to defy her and she couldn’t say anything.

He held her close and calming her down, asked- “What happened Princu?”

Wiping off the tears she said-“I think I will lose my mind if it continues for one more day. You won’t marry some Konkani-speaking lady chosen by your mom na then? Moi tumak bhal pao a lot Sree.” Saying so she hugged him.

He couldn’t understand what was happening but replied “I vada pao you too Raji. Vada pao you too.”

Those words echoed in her ears like the magical spell. Her eyes lit up suddenly and pulling him close she kissed him on the cheeks(Indian Culture) and said “You are just the best my dear Froggie.”

Before he could even blink, she took her laptop that she carried along, logged into her blog and wrote-

” Across the wild velvet moor, when delicate bluebells yawn
They Stood under a Lemon Tree, relishing the “vada pao” brown
With Zephyr inkling the tickling sensation in both
The lovely couple pledged the Love troth!! “

As she clicked on “Post” button her joy knew no bounds. She has now recovered from the Bloggers block 😛 .

Note: Moi tumak bhal pao = I love you in Assameese.

PS: Though the names might sound familiar, but the characters are purely fictious. Trust me 😛

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