Life

A serene masterpiece

I was walking to the railway station after a tiring day at my office and I found every petite thing making me feel annoying. I found the station flooded with people and at that very instant I was haunted with the thought of how my approximately half an hour travel to home is going to be. I peevishly moved along the counter and got my tickets hardly after 15 odd minutes.

As I moved towards the platform I heard the sweet automated voice of a lady announcing the departure of the train that in another 5 minutes. I hurried through the mob and finally got into the train. I felt a huge sigh of relief. I pooled over the compartment of people and found some space to fit myself comfortably which was near the other end of the exit. I wearily leaned over the rear of the passenger seat. I could feel gust of wind brushing my hair viciously along with the speed of the train.

I slowly rolled over my eyes catching the glimpses of the crowd inside that compartment. At that very instance my eyes were found  glued up with a girl. She might be in her early 20’s. She had a good profile. She was wearing a blue jean with a vibrant kurta which increased her dusky skin tone and revealed her tranquilly attractive. She was sitting opposite to me so that she is quiet noticeable to me apart from the entirely distracting crowd. I suddenly had an urge to watch her more intensely as I found myself being hooked towards her for some mysterious reason.

I had to move aside a little to get her clear view. I, usually, am quiet interested in noticing every innate details of a person and even now am focusing over her to find more of her. She had an earphone on her perfectly shaped ears and was hearing some sad song I thought as her face looked quiet unhappy. She had no much make-up to make her good-looking face look synthetic. Her lip gloss which perfectly merged with her complexion gave a perfectly natural look. She had kajal and eyeliner around her eyes which made her small eyes look appealing. She had a pale brown eyeball in the middle of her purely white eyes which made her eyes look stunningly beautiful when she rotates her eyes every now and then.  God! She is quiet a girl I whispered.

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Suddenly she was found restless. I couldn’t still resist looking at her eyes and I could see her eyes getting moist and she literally had tears in her eyes which she was trying hard to stop but finally lost in her battle and a drop of tear rolled over from her dazzling eyes and fell over her cheeks followed by another drop of tear which she abruptly stopped with her beautiful long fingers. She must be in some pain I thought. What-so-ever be it, in my whole 26 years of life I haven’t seen a girl crying so gracefully and I fell so in love with her tears. I haven’t ever thought even in my dreams that a girl’s crying could be so beautiful and I would actually get melted in along with her tears. I have seen many girls cry and I would find them look weird with tears in their eyes which will ruin their face make-up and then you could guess the rest. But this girl was such a painting and I found her totally graceful and an impeccable creation of God.

But I felt bewildered to see a girl crying in a public place not anxious about the people around her over some anonymous song or it might be some other reason too. What is more surprising was I am actually not concerned over her reason for the tears but instead I was just admiring her beauty even in her melancholy. I am in no state to go and ask her the details regarding her pain behind her tears being a complete stranger which would leave her baffled with a pang over me for watching her all this time. Thus I chose to be a silent spectator. I spent the rest of my 10 minutes with her by just watching her humming over some song from her playlist with a cute smile along with a sting of pain lingering in her eyes.

The train halted at my station and I alighted with a nostalgic feeling. When the train slowly started to move I just turned back and got a glimpse of her serene face and found her deeply immersed in her songs which left me with a sweet smile over my lips and a peace in my heart. Women are sure a stunning painting of God with mixed emotions, I thought once again as I walked back home happily.

Filthy Minds!!!

Unlike the other days I could find the whole city crowded with people who are in a hurry to complete their last minute purchases for the Diwali festival which falls after two days. I came out of my office and took my usual road to bus stand watching crowded streets and the various expressions each and every single person is carrying with them. I could find a mother trying to soothe her son who is crying for some toy but her efforts were in a vein and the little boy won the toy which gave an angry and exasperated look over the mother’s face. I was being a silent spectator over many such incidents on my way and finally after 10 minutes I reached the bus stop where I usually get bus to home.

After 5 minutes wait the bus which I have to get in came to the stop with a halt. There was a huge crowd to get down from the bus and within a minute I was inside the bus with so much of fuss and the bus was once again filled in completely. I have been working for about 8 months and this is the first time I am looking into these buses getting crowded and I thought the festival season has bought so many people come out of their house and the government transportations are making a lot of money.

The bus is unbelievably crowded where I was not even able to turn my head to face the conductor for getting the tickets. Somehow after quiet a struggle I was able to get my ticket and I felt a sigh of relief. I could sense my nostrils inhaling and exhaling hot air which was filled with a mixture of smell with flowers, sweets, sweat and many such. I gasped for an instance and felt slight giddiness due to those smell. But somehow I managed myself not to fall and held the bars above my head firmly.

In every stop though people got down in bulk I could see more people getting in. I felt the cold sweat flowing right from my forehead to my cheeks and slid through my neck and ended up within my dress making my dress wet with every single drop of it. I hate getting sweated completely but I couldn’t help it now.

I felt a kind of chillness striking my body suddenly and before I could understand what was that I was been touched by someone from behind. A hand slowly slid between my legs and before I could react I could find that hand moving from my knee to my thigh slowly but firmly. I sensed that something is not right. At the very instance I was struggling to get free but it wasn’t that easy as the bus was loaded and I was not sure where and who was trying to do this. I hardly had place to turn and see and I was shocked to find a man in the age of 40s sitting in the seat and trying to do such a disgusting thing to a girl of his daughter’s age.  When I saw him, he saw me but the next moment he avoided me and went on with his work in moving his hands throughout my leg and I felt like a million earthworms were moving over my body and making me nauseating the very instant.

I decided not to create a scene as I was not interested in letting the people in the whole bus know what a man of my father’s age is doing to me and I was not ready to face the sympathetic eyes which are going to fall over me. I tried my best to make some room for myself within the crown to make myself comfortable for what I am going to do next. I slowly but boldly took my leg and stamped that man’s leg and the next moment he started screaming out of pain. I let out a big sigh of relief. He took his hands and started murmuring something while I stamped his other leg as hard as I can and moved my way towards the steps and stood near the steps. This time I could find that man looking at me angrily and I never cared to give another glance at that rotten piece of shit and turned with a satisfaction of taking my revenge.

There were still 2 more stops to go and I could feel sweat flowing like a falls all over my body and my hands were still trembling and I was not able to get out from what has just happened. While I was lost in my very own world I heard a sudden fuss within the crowd inside the bus and some lady has started abusing and finally that disgusting creature was pulled out of the bus by the conductor. I heard that lady shouting and I felt like she is voicing for me. I felt thankful to her. 

Someone worth living for…

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Mithra!!!

“Hey you! What’s got into you Mithra?” Vinu shook Mithra harder which made her come back to her senses.

“Uh… What Vinu?” asked Mithra in a weary voice

“Not again! It’s already 6 pm and our cab would leave in another 10 minutes. Do you have an idea to catch the cab?” shrugged Vinu.

“Have to catch it for sure Vinu. Am sorry I got held up with my thoughts. Come on lets go”

Both of them rushed towards the big hallway climbing down the steps and came to the parking area where they found their cab was ready to leave.

They got into the cab and it started moving swiftly with some Hindi track playing in the tape. Mithra slightly bent towards the window and took deep breaths of air. She felt quiet comforting. Her mind drifted away to the day she had that conversation with Nithin.

They had a misunderstanding and it turned out to an argument very fast. Mithra found that they are going too far and so she just left without another word to make the argument to a stop.

It’s been a week since they both had the argument and neither nithin nor mithra spoke. They kept silent.

Mithra felt that silence doesn’t make the situation turn out any better. So she has decided to talk to nithin once she gets back to home. But she was hesitated and not knowing how to start the conversation, she was thinking over it the whole day which made her lost in her thoughts.

It’s been an hour of travel and finally she got down in her home. The cab dropped her and rushed through the busy road.

Mithra took out the keys from her handbag and reached out for the door and she found someone calling her name. She turned back and saw nithin leaning over her apartment grill with his ever lovable smile.

Mithra couldn’t believe her own eyes and mumbled some words in joy.

“Hey mithu… don’t get startled… am back!!!”

“Huh.. When did you come here? Why didn’t you call me? Are you so mad at me?… “

“Hey hey hey relax babes… how long are you gonna make me wait at your door steps? Aren’t you gonna let me in?

“Oh am really sorry! Come in” saying she unlocked her apartment door.

Nithin sat over the sofa and made himself comfortable while mithra was standing at the door and watching him.

“Hey baby doll… come na why do you stand there and stare at me as if I’ve did some crime”

“No nithin. It’s not a crime but still you have done something that you shouldn’t have and u know that it would hurt me”

“Yeah mithu… am really really sorry for that and now am here for your apology.” Saying he stood from the sofa and came near her.

She felt so warm having him around her and she couldn’t resist crying. Tears rolled over her eyes and as she closed her eyes to hide it, the tear rolled over her cheeks and landed up in nithin’s hand.

“Baby please.. Stop crying na. I know it’s my mistake and I don’t want to do it again and this 1 week of silence between us already killed half of my soul and don’t try killing the remaining with your tears. “ saying he wiped her tears.

“And hey as I said earlier u still look beautiful when you cry” said nithin winking his eyes.

Mithra couldn’t say a word but she managed just to say “thanks for coming this far to give this compliment nithin”

“Hey do you think I came for just giving you this compliment. I ve come for getting apology from my princess and guess what you have a surprise”

“Surprise? What is it nithin?”

He took out a picture of her with her parents framed in broad silver with miniature art works embraced over it.

OMG!!! That’s really a hell of a surprise and thanks a ton nithin. But how did you managed to get this picture?”

“I got it from your parents”

“What? When did you go to my parents place? And why didn’t you say me?”

“Baby, I am sorry that I was quiet pissed off that day and when you were saying that you missed your parents picture I was not that interested in hearing your worries and I yelled at you for worrying over a picture. But then once you stopped your argument and moved away I suddenly felt that I was hit hard by the reality of what I have done to you. And am really sorry for what I said and I do know how much that picture meant for you. So I thought of straightening up things and thus I went to your hometown to get the picture of you and your parents and now am here with it”

Mithra felt relieved at once hearing that because she had a thought that nothing didn’t really notice how much she loved her parents and how much she missed them around her by working some 10,000 miles away from them. She could not speak but still she hugged him with tears flowing through her eyes and wetting his shirt.

“I love you mithu and I promise I wouldn’t hurt you anymore”

“I love you too nithin”

And that’s when nithin played the song of Shayne ward in his tab…

 

I don’t wanna leave you here all by yourself

I just wanna let you know I’m there for you,

Like no one else

I don’t wanna drift off to another place

I just wanna lay here in your arms, with your hand on my face…

So lets not ever tell the moon about the Sun

I’ll keep hearing love songs, hoping every wrongs undone

It’s foolish, buy we’ve only just begun

I don’t wanna stop this; all my walls are cavin’ in

 

I wanna give you something worth living for

Oh yeah

I wanna tell you this and so much more

My everything, my universe

 

I’m so mesmerized by your serenity

Hopefully you’ll take me there, inside your dreams

Just like autumn leaves I’m falling over you

It’s so unbelievable, but you, so true…

 

Our imperfections are so beautiful right now

I don’t even see them, only diamonds now, remain

Its crazy how without making sound

You can make me feel things; all my walls are cavin’ in

 

I wanna give you something worth living for

Oh yeah

You’re something worth living for…

 

Cards and Memories!

I was asked to take some book for my sister, which I had bought it long time back which is kept in the attic. I have a habit of examining my attic every single time I search something for. And this time too there was no change. This time I happened to see few of my memories which were kept safe.

Greeting cards are some special gifts which a special person gives to us. And once I thought of gifting a card is of no use as its not going to give that special person the memories of me. But after few years I found the truth that greeting cards are the way we can find the love we had on others and vice versa. When we happen to look at the cards we could remember all those faded and even some hidden memories of us with that special person who has gifted us. The words in those cards mean a lot to us and we keep on reading those over again and again.

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Even I found some of my greeting cards in which there are few cards given to me by some special persons. I was not able to take my eyes off few cards which gave me a nostalgic feeling bringing back all the good and bad old memories associated with those special people.

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This was given to me by my lovable sister when we had a fight once and I still don’t remember the reason for that fight. i was totally disappointed and angry at my sister and I reduced speaking as before and at that time she thought of bringing the fight to an end and thus gave me this card J I just loved this card and I immediately started smiling thinking over the stupid fight we had few days before. I still had that smile on my lips seeing this greeting 🙂

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This was the greeting send by my brother when he was working in Hydrebad and USA… I didn’t understand why he sent this turtle picture on that time but when I see nowadays I could associate it with my slow and lethargic behaviors… And I just loved this other greeting which I was having in my school bag for about a year showing it to my friends often and exclaiming about the love my brother had for me. And now when I see this I still smile over my actions even though there are some wounds beneath my heart about my brother 🙂

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And these were given by my so-called-once-a-best-friend of mine and she was the one who gave me greeting card on every single occasion which would make me feel so special. Though we were not able to continue our true-friendship I still feel excited and happy seeing her cards wishing that we were still the same little girls who were so mad in our friendship 🙂

CARDS ARE THE LOOP HOLES OF VISITING OUR PAST 🙂

 

Shine on Award!!!

Moniba, the blogger of the blog http://theordinaryblog2.wordpress.com has nominated me for ‘Shine On’ award!!!

Its so exciting and encouraging when I find people reading my blog first of all… And its just fabulous to see some of my readers nominating me and my blog for an award… Though i have started my blog with no readers at all, i am quiet happy that i had made few good readers to drop in to my blog somehow 🙂 So one such loveable blogger is Moniba and am really feeling excited in getting the award which she has nominated me for 🙂

As far as her award it says me to SHINE ON… yeah, am sure trying myself to shine on how much ever i could 🙂 Thanks a lot to you Moniba 🙂

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And here is the list of blogggers whom iwould like to pass on tis award to whom i would love to Shine On along with me 🙂 If you already received it please do forgive me 🙂

1. http://annasarp.wordpress.com

2. http://itsmythoughts11.wordpress.com/

3. http://chicpress.wordpress.com/

4. http://readingthroughmymind.wordpress.com/

5. http://knisha.wordpress.com

6. http://bindujohnroy.wordpress.com/

7. http://kenthinksaloud.wordpress.com/

8. http://hannawilburs.wordpress.com/

9. http://cosytravels.wordpress.com/

10. http://insanebloom.wordpress.com/

This award must be given to everyone in my blogroll but regarding the award rules only 10 of the bloggers has to be nominated so i had to choose these friends to this award and i wish each and everyone in my blog list to SHINEON in their blogging 🙂

Happy Weekend 🙂