After the third hard stab into his heart,
Cunningly, with all satisfaction, she stared back at him,
Open arms he stood, gleaming with tears,
To make her all his once again.

Gone, unaware....

World never seem so calm for her,

Numb eyes as heavy as a brick, those she could'nt open.

Lungs cuffed as to not be able to breathe,

Her svelte figure tightly packed past warmth to heat,

Her insatiable desires, fading unexpressed,

She tried hard, to realise it was not just a dream,

Her limbs locked static at their places,

Her soul parting apart from her helpless relic,

She tried to scream, but energy burst within never reached out,

Unable to elude the reckless fate,

Perplexed she sank giving in...

She sank deeper....deeper....and more deeper..........

Days past, folks talked "She was burried alive".

Lost luxury

I wandered aimlessly,
for something that seemed lost;

Searched everywhere, through,
Moist grasslands that spread across the large valleys,
Faith filled chappels that glowed every day,
Humble ministries of the noble monks,
Life tempting luxuries at rich mansions,
Not a trace of my lost luxury,
Untill I fell on my mother's lap,
I found it, My peace.

A Performance

Dawn set,
Apprehensiveness blended in,
Expectations and blessings showered,
Wishes echoed all around,
Ambhitious goals triggered,
I stood alarmed.
Curtains raised,
Thousand eyes stared back,
from different heights to rate my performance,
Masses of audience kept creeping in,
Stampede of participants pushed impatient,
Perplexion and fear seemed to surpass my talent,
All i knew was now that I've reached here,
I gotta show myself worthy of my opportunity,
I pulled up my sleeves and walked forward,
To show the world what I knew about myself.
The platform, my office
My role, an integral part of it.

Yes it is true, 17-08-09 was my first working day. A big day in my dictionary for its own obvious reasons. I'd like to thank all my friends and well wishers for being there when I most needed them. I'd like to personally thank a few, a reason behind this post, them being, my Parents, Vasanth, Sharanya, Ramya, Siri, Uday, Vinay, Vara. Thank you guys for being a great moral support and hope this relationship flourishes its way to progress.

The unsaid affair

She hastily woke up tugging the towel till her bare shoulders to reach her handbag. The long ringing call went to a halt before she received. There were already 15 missed calls from Diwakar, her husband. She waited for the call for the next 2 minutes and pulled back into the blanket her boyfriend lied in. It was 10minutes past,and there again the call, this time with much thoughts running in perplexion she received....

Diw: Siya, where have you been from so long?

Siya:'m still at the parlor doing my last touch. I came late for the appointment and hence I'm still not finished. I'll be there with you in other half an hour darling.

Diw: Are you aware that I gotta catch my flight at 5:45?

Siya: Of coarse sweetheart! Will be there...... TC... Bye......

She hung up and threw the cell casually on the bed in frustration.

Rahul: Siya why can't you just say the bhastard you are not interested to carry on the crap?

Siya: Oh c'mon Rahul this is no time to talk, and please don't start this all again. I can never do that. I'm in a hurry than ever. He's leaving on a business meeting to California. He'll be back only next evening. I gotta go.

She pulled her purple satin gown from the bean bag, it fit her svelte figure perfectly. She hackled her hair back to her usual style and pulled them into a high pony. It was 4:50p.m by now. She hurried towards the parking lot and started her black Swift out of the basement.

Siya: Rahul, what you doing here? (she asked pulling her glass down)

Rahul: Oh Siya...... ( he neared her and kissed her before she could say anything)you'd forgotten....

With no time to react she sped off the street towards home. She was married to Diwakar 4years back. Diwakar being a big business magnet had no much time for personal life. Diwakar traveled out states every 15days on business trips but bought her expensive gifts a fewer times. They had completed their 4th Anniversary recently when he had gifted Siya a grand diamond necklace. All was well between them, till she met Rahul(her gym trainer) at the mall.

Diwakar sat near the lounge on the vast crystal seat busy making calls. She obediently made her way to him and sat next to him while he was still busy on a call. He spoke nothing about the incident but to her dismay he seemed more casual, easy and exited as well.

Siya: "Did you win the contract?"

Diw: "Oh, I got an oversea call assuring positive air about it and I'll be off on this issue for a week. I miss you dear. Everytime I've to leave I feel so helpless and miserable, that’s the reason I buy so many gifts as a compensation. I know its no heed to my presence. And I always have this with me" pointing to her picture in his wallet.

She melt in guilt and bent down completely feeling ashamed of her act a few hours ago. She thought she could never forgive herself. Immediately.....

"Darling could I drop you to the airport?" she offered.

Surprised by her offer he quipped "'ll manage, will be back soon and we can celebrate a vacation" he kissed on her forehead and headed to the car. He was gone.

She dumped into the leather sofa next to the vast aquarium trying to introspect her life. Diwakar's words echoed time and again into her ears. Her thoughts were interrupted by a ring on Diwakar's cell. He carried three phones for personal, business and overseas call. He had forgotten his personal cell on the crystal seat he was sitting. It was 1 unread message.

Darling, I'm so sorry. I'll be late but will make it before the flight takes off unlike last time. I'll be wearing the ruby studded gown you gifted me last tour. Love you....

- Yours SUSAN

She immediately checked the call log to find almost all outgoing and incoming calls to Susan's number. Hard to swallow what she saw, she called her friend working in the local telephone exchange and queried the call history for the number. She was asked to wait for an hour. Meanwhile she browsed through the messages and gallery. She was faxed the details in an hour. She impatiently read the through the details to realize her husband had been dating Susan from past 4 years. .

PS:- Susan was titled Ms.Mexico and had just kickstarted her career in Fashion industry. Susan was her younger sister.

Its you....

Looked into the mirror,
All I saw was two eyes, two nostrils, one tongue
Looked into your eyes and looked back into the mirror,
I saw me,
I recognised self.

Judgement day

It was a gloomy weather outside. Her lawn looked moist and watered adequately. She stepped into the blue-black convertable, one year old, gifted by her to her husband on their first anniversary. It shone like a sword. She pulled back the gear and pushed off the garage. With a small note of instructions to her maid she speeded towards the street. The traffic seemed calm than any other day. Wind blew mildly through the neighbouring lawns swaying her blonde hair across her beautiful face. Pushing the hair lock back her ears, she drove faster over the recently tarred city street surrounded by the midday men at work.
As she drove past the small lake where love-bitten couples always swooned. She recalled the days when she was one among the crowd.
Those were the happier days of her 26years of life she reminded herself subconsciously. The stone benches had recorded her many memories with him whose photo-frame hung down the rear-view mirror. She recalled and cherished those golden moments with him that shooed away hours like seconds. She still remembered the first day after approval, the evening when even the half an hour long wait seemed a bliss to her. He had come to her with the good news of approval from his circle complimented with a boquet of red roses as a surprise to her. The long tight embrace they made that day could never be surpassed in their 4years of life together. The pleasant day continued to the multi-cuisine dinner. The platinum ring she always craved to have was unexpectedly lipped by her pink supple lips at the last sip of the champaign. Tears of joy rolled on her pink cheeks. Back home was a long drive, he pulled his car along the side, looked at her straight into the eyes. Minimising the distance between their faces he neared her ears to whisper ' I love you'. A long kiss made the day a perfect date. Those were days when he'd call off meetings at the workplace to spend quality time with her.
She had now reached her destination.The city traffic had now gained momentum.The parking lot was almost full. She found the space she needed to park her four-wheeler at the other end of parking lot.She looked into the rare-view, wiped her face, neatly tugged her hair back into the band. Bent towards the backseat to reach the file and her handbag, she carefully parked the convertible next to the lampost and walked swiftly towards the court.
It was the final judgement day for her 1year of divorce case. The case was filed against her spouse on charges of attempt to murder of wife.


He gazed at its' slowing pulse,
Losing its life like a handicapped elf,
He could do nothing but lose himself with it,
Or to stride past its end forever,
which he could never,
Unseperable, he breathed his last with its';
last puff of his Cigar.

The unexpected

The mid night spoke about its murk and gloom as it spread all along the barren streets of my home. It was a tedious day at work, worried about the fastened dinner preparation I'd to perform, I fastened towards my gate. I noticed a shadowly figure behind me. Looked back, to find a young man, contracted my retina to have a intricate look at him. He was in a pitiable condition. In fact, he was limp. He stood below the fuseless lampost managing his rugged luggage only on his single leg and the stick he held as substitute for his absent limb. My heart melt at the first look at him. He stared back curiously at me. Somehow I din't feel like heading home without favouring him and his reason for presence over te lonely streets. I walked towards him. He looked faint and scared at my distance towards him. I looked into his eyes which looked pale, starved and visibly feared. I queried him politely about his lonely venture at that time of night. Trembling due to the cold wind that past us, he looked down and said he was new to the place and was lost but had to reach his village the next morning. Althrough he sounded very feeble. My thoughts went churning thinking of what favour I could render him. I asked him to wait for a few minutes till I was back and hastened to my home. I wanted to treat him to a hot tomato soup and give some bucks so that he could continue to village without much financial hassels. It was dark and there was a power cut. Cursing the local power supplier I headed towards the kitchen rack to find some candles. I was taken aback at the messed up status of the kitchen, utensils fallen off the floor. I closed the window from where I knew the culprit cat had entered. Suddenly I felt I could give him te old blanket which could serve his many purposes. I carried the small white chessboard painted seat to the room to take the blanket from the attic. It was even more darker. I helped myself with the candle which I'd placed in the hallway.
Gasp!! went my breath. I could not believe my own eyes. Everything in the room scattered and was thrown helter skelter. I ran towards my wadrobe locker. My instincts were right. My house was robbed including the blanket. I ran towards my balcony, but noticed the empty street which had no trace of the boy. All that confirmed my instinct was the coaxial cable connecting my home hanging down the lampost.

Divine pain

There she lie amidst the pool of pain and trauma,
It was a long slumber,
Her limbs were as heavy as a wet log,
Tired, sorrowfully tired she tried to raise her eyebrows,
Suddenly, from nowhere, a jubilliant ring rang through her senses,
Pain never seemed so enthralling to her,
She craved for it as though that was end of the world,
Her eyes began to search aimlessly around,
Ears longing for the tiny cries of hunger,
Hands roughly gadding on the cotton spread,
Yes there she felt the the tender feet,
The purpose for her state, but she never cursed.
Pain seemed to famish unsaid at one look at his pink face,
Tears of joy rubbed through cheeks uncontrolled,
There slept her baby wrapped into a white turkey cloth,
Veins visibly running through the tiny limbs,
Delicate eyelids tightly taped closed for his part of slumber.
Pain never seemed so enthralling to her.

Frozen memory

Thousand words go unexpressable,
Tears glimmer within eyes,

A few expressions in graffiti on bulletin,
Burrying the silent suffering into the internal coffin,

Vehement end, barges its ugly hands between the beloved friends,
Breaking between emotional promises and bends.

Isolating the campus by the end of the day,
Cold and clamp, on the benches, that bore our many carvings, we lay.

Scraps and slams seem the only consoler,
Instincts and intuitions are the only awakeners.

Now we treasure the petty fights and arguments,
Expressing gratitude and acknowledgements.

Nostalogia prevails around carrying the untold misery,
The physical reality now just seems a frozen memory.

Note:- This piece of work is dedicated to all my Engineering college friends. I miss you all and best wishes for your splendid future!

Speechless words

Ghastly graveyards swarmed to yards,
I heard no words;
Except for the spook, murk, gloom and
The truth of eternity.

Outskirts of a citadel spread to far vicinity,
I heard no words;
Except for the offensive, impetuous rivalry and
The sedate of war.

A stroll across the cloister,
Hurled across it, the zephyr,
I heard no words,
Except for the optimistic, holy murmur of hyms and
The need for morality.

The pent up volcano engulfing down to sea,
I heard no words,
Except for the jinx, foggy magma and
The anger of nature.

Althrough the speechless liaisons,
She conveyed to me the depth of sand and air,
She seemed to understand the languages of every element,
Prevailing in all these places.
She was called 'Silence'.....

17th betrayal

It was the 16th betrayal,
Fuming, I messaged her again,
My new found pen friend,
Yet again, I din't receive any replies,
I thought that was last I'd message her,
Days passed not regretting a day about her,
Months after I heard from a common friend,
She was crippled by Alzeimer.
This was the true betrayal
The 17th betrayal!

Simply so obvious

There are many-a-such instances in life which ought to make you wonder what you just heard or said. Really funny ones! It was last week on 18-03-009 early morning i was rushing to my bustop carrying my record book in hand so that i could start glancing once i reach without wasting much time for my lab internals. An elderly person stopped me,i recognised him ,he was my dad\'s friend. Had no much time n patience, but still greeted him with a Hello! The very next thing i heard from him made me wonder if people are really that stupid or pretend to be so. He asked "Are you going to college?" What can i answer amidst the early morning tension of loosing my college bus? If not college where else could i go at that time, carrying a record in hand?

You encounter such questions very often. some instances are--------

When you are standing outside a temple with prasadam," seems like you've come to the temple?"

Some unexpected guest turns up on a sunday when you are at the dining table eating "seems like you are having breakfast?"

At the bustop" are you waiting for bus?"

And more frequently than this you hear certain phrases like these.

Funny joke- Jokes are supposed to be funny!, then why mention?

My old grandfather (in some novels)-Oh c'mon he's old and thats why he is grandfather.

Wooden doors - Iv never seen a copper door, steel door or an alluminium door.

Eating food- Have you heard anybody eating anything other than food?

Im sure you\'ve encountered more examples these---- Actually the problem is ,these questions or phrases have a default answer of its own. The answer to this is simply so obvious. Thats the reason the listener feels irritating when such questions are posed. The next time you hear such questions simply say " YOU KNOW THE ANSWER YOURSELF".

I follow me

Perplexed I stood there, losing my dignity, giving up to all the sore incidents, latched within a gloomy room thinking never to come out of it, i counted each and every reason to have brought me here. It was as dark as a cell, haunted it was just with those pessimistic thoughts of mine. Day night i stood there praying that be the end. Reminsces of the dirty harsh laughter on me, i saw again and again. Self-dignity, respect fading like ripples on a quiet sea. There he came..........yet again,
yes i heard somebody,
there....., here....,
I turned all around....
To find no one in my vicinity.
Did i really see anyone? hear anyone?
Giving up, i was back into my gloomy world.... mustering my courage to give up.
A piece of rope lay there, the only thing to encourage my seeds within, staring at it i sat all day.
A hard voice yet soft but determined i heard this time very real, very very real, right next to me. He posed like a catalyst to my hard-musterd thoughts. He spoke...., spoke like he's never going to end. He seemed to know everything about me.

Don't you be a coward, you are special, you may be hidden to the world and so you consider to yourself, but least is the world aware that you are capable of things which many are not.. You fail in life when you don't come in light with this truth.
Bend down, see those who starve even for a single meal a day, those not being able to see the beautifull creations with their eyes, those not aware of the world around them, those who want to live and do more but counting their days unwillingly.
You still want end here? go ahead nobody will stop you...... , but remember none can assure you a better life after this if at all there is one. You may be seriously confined than this for the unforgivable loss you are making to your beloved ones and the world you live. Self-dignity is not what the world gives to you, its what you give to yourself.
World is vast and beautifull. If you don't like the part of world you are living in, wait for the best, the people awaiting to enter your life in future, your surroundings do change and so your cowardly, useless, downtrodden thoughts will change......

I seemed to be going gradually convinced, going by his words. But ,I did'nt want to listen to him, not anymore scared thought of coming back to the ruly world I live. I ran, ran, ran as fast as i could. When i was sure i was far enough i turned back..... silence...... i stood still with the persistance of his voice, words kept haunting me.. This time i wanted to hear more... i could show myself rays of hope.
Changed you mind? it was him.... again this far. Where could you run leaving yourself behind? I asked him "Who are you?
I got no answer.... It seemed the silence of the world. I was as desperate as you....... awaiting
He spoke" If not me nobody else can save you. You know me. I am within you. I am you... I am your conscious."

Tears in despair

Delicately she moved her fair fingers on his much loved pair of jeans, unable to control her tears, she slowly walked towards the glass window of the silence filled attic. Nostalogic about her joyfilled life, she opened her recently wed album.
Clogged before her moist eyes were the reminisces of his presence in the room, his warm breath behind her ears, manly yet carrassing arms around her waist.... she did recall those joyous moments with him, as that was all she had about him. Bundles of thousand secrete desires, pent up cravings vent up uncontrollably like a furious volcano as she tried to re-create the air which she thought she would remain forever.
That was the dusk, trees slant in syncronisation to the cool zephyr that blew through her silky hairs, sun was bidding his routine adieu as she usually waited under the big peepal tree when his shadow crept stealthily behind her to grasp her tender waist. And he lifted her in the air to express his joy over his selection to the 'Indian Army' which was his only passion after her. Jubiliant over his success she kissed him over his forehead. Though she went speechless immediately, he could understand her taunted emotions and fears. Grasping her arms tightly, he looked into her emotionally perplexed eyes from where tears rolled over her cheeks. Knowing the reason, he slowly held her hand in his and assured her his lifetime and their togetherness.
It was an year that she gradually passed in those words, a few letters and assurances.
Finally the day, she least desired and prayed that it never come, came making her worst fears true, his assurances false thus bringing her world to an end.
She lied there mentally paralysed over the bed. Tears slid down on the letters blurring the letters on them when she heard the mortuary siron gonging at her doorstep. How much she wished that the earth would swallow her right there, the wind would carry her infinitely far or she could push herself into a bottomless well. A heavy iron-like gulp thudded into her heart, head as heavy as a mudbag, she could hardly move her limbs, believe me she never wanted to get up. She din't want to see his charming face frozen to stone, grasping arms lifeless, the legs those carried her through grass rested now no less like a log, those capturing eyes now completelyand constantly closed. Time did'nt give her much, till she could realise the assuring, consoling person now lay mortal. Surrending to the mordant reality she laid her head now beaming her lover's image, his sharp smile, capturing eyes, embracing strong chest , greedy about the beam she forwarded her fragile hands towards him and closed her eyes and she never opened them again.

The old beggar woman

Lifeless sat she on the busy road at dusk with her head dropped over onto her feeble knees, rugged piece of cloth hardly covered her, swollen nerves on her hands could say her age was more than 70years, tears rolled from her barely open eyes, untidy knotted hairs clutched to thorns that lay there, was she mumbling something that was as meek as her. The street was as busy as a hive. Rich money mongers were gushing with their high profile wallets into their 4wheelers. Working class men making their way through the stampede back home. Children rushing back home with their iron-like loaded backspacks....
So sat she there unnoticed by million such eyes. Minutes passed to hours, idle stayed she surrendering herself to life, society, nature., Suddenly a gush, soon after which droplets sprayed themself on the pityless land. Still sat she idle, hardly feeling the cold drops on her numb feet. Thunder shuddered onto the empty streets felling trees like matchsticks. Violent wind blew the window glasses out of their pane. Soon the busy streets became as empty as a haunted desert. The violent breeze blew through the broken grills of the old builing pushing her on the wet path. Afew seconds of count the ruthless rain stopped gradually bringing back the street's callous glory. The wind had blewn the piece of gunny, her only will, exposing the wet currencies that lay scattered like a loyal dog next to her. Greedy eyes pounced onto it as if those were the last notes in the world. Lifeless now she lay there with all the world's attention over her. Her eyes stuck constantly to her eyelids , she surrendered so to the end.

The day never ended

Bright, Sunny and a casual mid-day February was it. A day i can't forget for sure. Yes it was the day that taught me more and loose even more. Whatever the day, its nevertheless unworthy to pen.
Woke up in gloom with the thought of the monotonous routine day ahead lingering in my lazy mind. If not for the day it was i would've rather slept for more and things would'nt have gone bizzare like that. Dragging was the day till the bell rang at 12:20 pm which reminded me again of the Khadhi exhibhition put up in Mekri. Khadhi exhibhition is one such that is arranged by the government to encourage the country's cotton industries. Clothes, accessories, interiors, chappals to medicines and pickles almost everything is found here. Month of January reminds most patriots about the Martyr's day but residents of Malleshwarm especially if they are street-smart girls like me there's only one thing we think of and its the exhibhition. Somehow as fate would have it, the exhibhition was put up in Mekri which otherwise would have been in Malleshwaram 18th cross ground.This time it was that i'd to exchange the oversized kurti for a smaller size. Obviously i din't want to go into the big den alone.
It was 1:00pm when i left college with my friends Shar, siri and my former-friend ****** lols.....(now on referred as Ms.Boasty alias Ms.B coz it was all that she was whiz at).
Surprisingly got into a KSRTC bus, (stop there, whats surprising abt dat?) it came within a few minutes to that haunted bustand. On the way back i mentioned my idea to Ms.B of going to the exhibhition to exchange the piece. And, there were we by 2:05 approx. Polled Rs.10 each to begin into the crappiest series. Once after entering the tented den, i brisked towards stall 310 where the kengeri gramadyog had displayed many embroidried kurtis, tops, shirts, skirts and so on... I was here i had to reach. All through my way from entrance to 310 i'd to pacify Ms.B to walk like a pirate horse with eyes closed coz its heights of annoyance going shopping with her and thats because of her habit of visiting each and every relevant and irrelevant stalls. She wants clothes, gold, earrings, bangles, pots , all ok, but would you believe it was even carpet, shawls, jute, bedsheet stalls. Scanning each and every form in her vicinity did she delay our way out to last stall at 2:45. Perhaps i got somewhat the kinda piece i wanted..
It was almost when we'd reached the end, did my cell start vibrating, the call wa to Ms.B from 1 of her old friend. Yes Ms.B though boasts about everything she din't carry a cell for which reasons were more than a hundred. It was 2minutes after that call, my call started vibrating again. And yet again, it was not my call but hers from her boyfriend. A kind of annoyed i just quoted "My cell is used by you more than me". She fastened her steps towards the food spot talking. Both thirsty and tired we opted to visit the north karnataka food stall. Ordered 2 'jolla rotis'( made of corn). I took the plate with my other hand holding the cover containing the cloth. Ms.B made her steps towards me and went in gad for a nice clean chair which is very rare to find in such government organised exhibis'. By now we got busy hogging. In no time the roti was over with the brinjal gravy same like how it was when it was served. No place to wash hands and all the tissue in my bag( yes i carry) over, i held my hand down loose and walked without toching anything, neither my bag nor the cover that i was holding.Now out of the exibhi, we were in search of an auto. After much an argument for justice one of the autowallas agreed for meter. And thus we reached chungs dog-tired. I was browsing through the menu card when Ms.B asked for my phone to message her guy. After a long dig into my multicolor designerbag i realised i din't have my cell. Anxious i arose from the seat to the counter to call bac to my number. After 3 long rings the phone went switched off . This was when i realised i lost my cell. What on earth? What would i say at home? By now even Ms.B had become numb so as to thinking if the case was against her as it was she who used my cell before it was lost....
No time to think we had to act fast before the culprit made use of mine/mostly her irresponsibility. We immediately caught an auto and ran back to khadhi. I rarely have good habits but 1 among that was noting the license board inside the auto. This time i'd done the same. Now i started enquiring the autowallas there for their collegue named Ganesh(which i'd seen on the liscence). Nobody knew him. Many of them asked if i noted down his number( i would have but if i knew i would loose my cell there). Now i stood there helpless thinking of the day and the reason i'd got my obssessed 6300( mp3, 1gb card, 2mp). That was a gift presented by my mom for aquiring first class and clearing 2backs in 1 shot and for completing my 20yrs of age just a month ago. And so it had a sentimental value. Back to the foodspot i started recalling. Ms.B joined me and gave looks as though she was seriously interospecting. She urged that she gave the phone back to me. I asked her if how i could've taken the handset when my hand was what it was. She din't reply and partially accepted her intensity of share(though full share)she silently mumbled she'd buy it back to me. Now that was a fair deal, tears did not roll down which otherwise would have. But still i knew the new cell can never replace my much loved cell. Now we'd to go back home as i had to go to my CAT classes. On the way back we went to her guy's office where she narrated the story. Though they din't discuss anything in front of me, all i was conveyed was we had to go to National market near majestic as dat guy knew some guys there who'd get it for cheap. Back home my chappli gave hand. Once we reached, she started making calls in an attempt to sell her ipod gifted to her (which today i know was a melodrama). I decided not to go to classes but instead roam with her. Now i'd to take out the documents of my lost phone. It was on the attic. Lazy to pull a chair i tried to climb on the wadrobe shelf to reach it. Meanwhile id searched my suitcase( contains all g-cards, id-cards, slam book and O'henry collection) but the search was vain. The suitcase lay carelessly on the floor. Ms.B being podgy than me offered to attempt. She almost reached there....... thud,thud,thud she fell on the black small suitcase, now the suitcase was completely smashed like a cycle under a lorry. Even her toe's thumb nail was broken from the skin and now bleeding. Brought a roll of cotton and applied some cream. Both left home to a medicine shop where i bought bandages and carefully pressed it on her toes. As it was already 6:00pm left in an auto to the market which was my 1st visit to that crappiest place in Bangalore.
Fully lit, crowded, selling bags, nighties, watches and everywhere surrounded by the dusk drunkurds we made our way through to some complex where we stood waiting for her guy. After a half an hour her guy turned up with his friend. Meanwhile i and she had invaded the complex bargaining and enquiring for a 2nd hand. According to me this was not justified. What the hell for should i buy a 2nd hand for no fault of mine.... morover my cell was just a 8-9 months. Now her guy instructed her to home with me so that i'd feel secure at that time of the evening(7:30). Back we placed our ass in the auto and headed back to malleshwaram. The hardest part was this..... it was very difficult for her to shut her mouth that she started talking crap to auto-fellow. He took her behavior for granted for uneccessary and imaginay feelings. And you can guess.... yes, he started pestering for her number. But still madam would'nt stop, went on and on....... asking his name and what not, till we reached 2-3 blocks away from my house when i stopped the auto there which or else would've led to undesirable consequences. We'd to pay above meter though it was not 9 yet. That dog had its day with a few extra bugs. Somehow my intuition pinged me not to go towards home. Hence i started walking in the opposite direction as that of the auto and my house. I noticed a small road with no street lights and very isolated but only 1 CD shop barely crowded by loafers at the end of the lane. That was the only cut in vicinity which otherwise was a straight road from dhobhi ghat(washerman's colony). Towards the left was an old building which had no traces of humans. I pushed her and so myself into its walls thinking we could leave once we hear the auto leave. Complete silence...... for the other 15-20 seconds which seemed like an hour. All i could hear was my heart pound. I just looked back and got scared seeing my own shadow. I asked her not to move so that anybody walking down would'nt get a hint of 2 helpless young girls. Slowly i moved towards the balcony-like sill and peeped down towards the road. GOSH!!! The bhastard had'nt left. His eyes were gaping at the lane. A new eccentric thought occured what if some guys come from upstairs? This time Ms.B took my hand and asked to walk out and so we did knowing that it was far better to be on the road than a haunted building
in an isolated lane. Back on track, stupid's brain went switched off or something she started greeting the womanizer sarcastically " why u still here?" What the fu** was her problem in it? I immediately asked her to take a coin and pretend talking to someone, looking at his number plate (near the CD shop). Heaven's sake for the 1st time she did as i told her. Coward drove away. Panting-puffing still scared of anyone following us we reached my house. We dispersed once her guy came.
It was 10'o clock when i finished my dinner and lied on my bed and was fast-asleep to see reminses of my much-beloved 6300.