New Year's Eve . . .

The streets started to wear a deserted look as the people scurried into the crowded rabbit holes playing loud music. Probably this was the only time when people paid generously to be among crowd. They celebrated the eve to welcome the New Year in a special way, to remember for the days and months to come. He too was no exception and wanted to make it special for her. He had been planning for weeks. He ordered a chocolate cake with liquid chocolate filling to make the eve special.

They spoke, mocked and laughed till their stomach couldn't take the pain anymore. Water filled their eyes as they laughed. He looked into her eyes. He moved closer to her and slowly wiped the tears of her face. The laughter slowly turned into a sheepish smile. He slowly kissed her cheeks and felt the salt water on his lips. He didn't mind it. She turned pink. Slowly he took her face in his palms. He looked into her eyes and bent slowly forward towards her. Her eyes started to close as he reached for her lips. He could feel her lips open little as he kissed them. She held him in her arms as they kissed passionately. They welcomed the year in each others’ embrace as the clock struck 12.

They cut the cake together and helped her with a small piece  The liquid started to drip as she bit into it. The chocolate dripped from her lips and he didn't waste a minute before reaching out, feeling her chocolate laden lips. As they shared the moment, she could feel coolness of a metal rising to her neck. Before she could say anything his hands reached behind her neck and clasped the hook. She couldn't speak as she starred at it and looked back at him. It was shining and augmented her slender neck. He smiled wickedly. Tears swelled in her eyes and she feel in his arms.

As he tried to extend his hand, he felt his hand grasped hard and shaken violently. He looked up to find people around him wishing each other, few of them smiling and laughing. Slowly many shook his hands. He searched for her desperately but in vain. She wasn't there. It took a while before he realized that she wasn't with him. He shed silent tears. He wasn't alone, but he felt lonely without her. A New Year eve without her.

It was raining & . . .

The mist covered the glass. The dark clouds looked vicious and relentless as they continued on their mission. It has been torrential down pour. The mist turned into droplets of water as I ran my fingers over the glass. The trees arched to stand as the wind lashed out hard at them. The lightning split the sky and the thunder that followed echoed for minutes.

I let my hand slide through the window to feel the rain coming down hard at anything in its way. Slowly, her fingers intertwined with mine as she joined me. She rested with her back to me in my arms. I could feel the softness of her skin. Her fragrance was intoxicating.  Her closeness was providing the required warmth and coziness.

I put my hand around her and pulled her close. She twitched as I felt her nape of the neck. Her fingers tightened the grip and locked mine. She closed her eyes as she let     head fall back on my shoulder. Her lips quivered. I could feel her breath. I moved to feel her skin, when few droplets splashed on my face. As I tried wiping them away, I only failed as they lashed out from within. I embraced myself reliving those memories and the view blurred again.

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I was . . .

This was the first time I ever sat in the corner of the open space on the first floor. It oversaw the vacant housing plots all around the house and the ring road beyond them, buzzing with the perennial flow of the vehicles en route to their destinations. The breeze swayed the trees and soon the clouds invaded the blue sky. In a distance I could see the sky changing its colours as the sun retired for the day. In few minutes it was going to be dark. The cool breeze caressed the skin. I could feel my body reacting to the changing weather as the goose bumps became quite prominent and the hair stood up as if they were in all readiness for a battle. Thick carpet of yellow flowers adorned the path in front of the house. The eclectic mix of colours by the nature can never be captured in their true form without any effluence.






I was slowly losing myself in the warmth of the nature when few memories crossed my silent mind. They started small but created ripples as they passed by. The moments I had spent with her have surfaced. I could feel the ripples gathering momentum. They started to push from within and could feel them moving and pushing other parts of the body to rhyme with them. Within no time, all were orchestrating. Before I could realise, the canvas around me started to blur. No longer were they containable as they found their way out and started to trickle down in a flow. I could not stop them from running down. She could never go out of my mind. I sat there with the thought of being alone, but I wasn’t. I was lonely.

Knew I Was . . .

“I will never leave you”, they vowed to each other. They did not want to bother about the times ahead and let the things unfold as they are bound to. Being happy in each other’s company, they just wished that it could go on forever in their lives. They would just lay in each other arms forgetting the entire world around them.

Time and distance played their role to perfection; created circumstances that tested their bonding. In their small happy world, discussions and arguments took birth. They would occasionally stretch into hours of silence between them. They eventually made up and grew stronger in the relationship. Sometimes fights in the relationship are important to understand each other better.  While both of them were possessive, he was a notch higher. It choked her at times.

As the times of testing got harder, turbulences became greater. Pangs of separation have started to hurt him. He wanted to see her, be with her even more. Not being able to communicate frequently hurt him even more. Pouring out concerns and debating them have dominated the most of the little time that was available for them. In spite of being aware of the importance of the time, the mountain of emotions got better of him. He knew it was testing times. But unknowingly his love had gagged her.

Time doesn’t always provide second chances. That day, it wasn’t enough for the patch up as she wasn’t reachable. Next couple of hours were uneventful. It was the silence before the storm. His phone beeped and was excited to message from her. There was a mail waiting for him. He slumped as soon as he saw it. It was from her and it read “Knew I was losing you”. He could not read it any further. It shook him up. He replied, hoping it to be a horrible joke being played on him and waited eagerly for a response. It was dawn and the sun was already high and shining resplendently. Still the computer said “There is no new mail”.

It is HER . . .

I felt some weight on my hand as I lay on the bed with my hands outstretched. My tired eyes were shut tight. I didn't care to bother. I could feel the long strands of hair tickle my skin as the weight moved closer to my shoulder. A hand crossed my chest and held me. I felt her close to me. She was now painfully close. I could feel her bosom against me. I could feel her grip soften. I was surprised. Then I could feel the long hair covering my face. The smell was strikingly familiar. Before I could realize, I felt the soft lips devour mine. The taste buds recognized the flavour immediately. I desperately waited for her. I loved her. I wanted to see her. As I accomplished the herculean task of opening my eyes, I saw encompassing darkness around myself.

I Feel Like . . .

I feel like seeing you, but you aren’t visible

I feel like listening to you, but you aren’t audible

I feel like talking to you, but you aren’t listening

I feel like sharing with you, but you didn’t care

I feel like holding you, but you aren't present

I feel like hugging you, but you resist

I feel like being with you, but I am alone

Waiting . . .

Within minutes of the downpour, the rain had left me completely wet, when I was dry from within. I was emptied of all that I had. The clouds too desiccated and slowly parted ways paving the path for the sun to take the centre stage. Droplets of water shone like tiny pearls. The sunlight warmed my shivering body. Even the canopy of trees could not resist some of the rays coming from above. Gloomy rainy morning had transformed into sunny afternoon. I was still waiting with a hope to see her again. She had promised to be back soon.

The shadows started to become long and fade by the day.  The quite environment had turned into a noisy neighbourhood, as the hustling birds chirped raucously announcing their arrival back home. It was getting cold by the minute. I tucked my hands in the pockets and rested at the place where we had parted. I kept rubbing my hands against each other regularly to keep myself warm. Night had dawned and there was still no sight of her. The din had been replaced with the owls hooting, squeaking and creaking of crickets and others. It was a long night listening to the different sounds of the nature. The unobtrusive sounds of the night have gradually died down. The huge dark orange ball started to emerge from the horizon. It brought warmth and comfort. I eagerly looked around if she was just trying to play hide and seek with me. I looked everywhere possible, but she wasn’t there. In the deepest of my heart I knew she would come. A new day has begun, but my wait has been old as I kept looking in the woods waiting for her.