The escape

One wrong step and Tim could've lost his life.
Chilling December night was growing darker & Tim was the only passenger in his compartment. Though 12 years old Tim appeared younger than his contemporaries.
As the train pulled out of station Tim was accompanied by a stranger. There was something strange about this stranger; Red eyed, hairs of a wild animal, his body was covered with a blanket.

"When does the train reach Manor?" asked Tim.
"11:30pm." replied the stranger with a heavy voice.
This made fear run through Tims' mind. Firstly because he had not anticipated train reaching so early at the destination, secondly the stranger smelled drunk.
"Why are you going to Manor?" asked the stranger.
"I'm returning home from my boarding school and Manor is my last station via train, the remaining journey is to be made by bus." replied Tim.

The stranger put his right arm around Tims' shoulder and repeated: "There is no bus service at Manor during the night time but you need not worry kiddie, I shall get something arranged for you."
And he kissed Tim on the left cheek. For Tim the situation was heading the wrong way.
Getting hold of his bag Tim rose from the seat to make an escape but the stranger caught hold of his left arm and pulled him hard.
By this time the train was entering some station and before the stranger could make out his second move, Tim shouted for help.

Finding himself free from stranger's grip Tim ran out of the compartment and climbed another populated compartment.
Tim got hold of his furious breaths but fear still gripped him. He constantly asked himself: "Where shall I spend the night?."
As the train started entering Manor station Tim positioned himself at the door to make another escape. The train stopped and Tim cutting through the small crowd ran past the station building and hid himself behind a wall. His eyes could clearly make out the stranger searching for him.

Finally the train pulled out of Manor and the hustle-bustle of people died out. The stranger was nowhere in sight so Tim moved on to the station platform. Tim comforted himself there and was soon joined by another stranger who revealed himself as the station master.
"Where are going son?" asked the station master.
"I'm returning home from my boarding school and my further journey is to be made by bus." replied Tim.
"But the bus service at Manor starts at 6:30 am, where will you spend the night?" repeated station master.
And before Tim could answer the station master asked: "There's one small office room here, If you wish you can rest there till morning."
Tim initially hesitated but then followed the station master.

There was knock on the door and Tim heard:" Get-up son! it's 6:30 and the bus service has resumed."
Tim immediately jumped out of his temporary bedding & thanked the station master.
There was smile on his face & he jumped down the steps from the station. . . . . . as fast as he could.

The first rain

He choose to remain silent.
No! not because he had no other option but silence was sweet, silence was burning the pain.
Silence meant giving another thought to the choice made. silence spoke for itself.

His mind couldn't register her words. No, not exactly so; he didn't intended to hear them.
They touched his ears like the sea waves.-turning back every time they touch the shore, and turn they must because the shore is not the end but a beginning towards end.

The rain started pouring in; first drop by drop and then heavily and they had to move separate ways; their own ways.
By choosing silence he assumed he conveyed everything but somewhere deep inside he knew....this was the end; end to everything.

This time when he glanced at the glass of his window, the rain didn't remind him of the first time he missed her but there rose a pain; a feeling new to him. And tears rolled down his cheeks; first drop by drop......& then heavily.............like the first rain.

Rejuvenation

Bhola! So you are busy enjoying your cigarette here. Who’ll serve the breakfast?
Coming Sahib {Sir}! ~Replied Bhola.
Adjusting the cigarette between his pale teeth Bhola headed towards his masters room.

Bhola! These days you are not paying attention to your job. Is everything fine? Sahib asked Bhola.
Yes….yes Sahib, replied Bhola, and his face reflected deep melancholy.

What’s the matter Bhola?

There was a pause for a moment and Bhola started:
Sahib! My Biwi {wife}! Again there was a pause. Finally clearing his throat Bhola started: Sahib! My wife has made the world impossible for me. She rarely talks to me nowadays and when I’m back-home after a days work, she doesn’t even have time for me. There was rage in Bhola’s voice and the Sahib listened patiently.
Bhola went on….: Sahib! Sometimes she turns out so grouchy that I feel like running away from her.
Did you ever tried to find out the reason behind this? The Sahib asked.
I tried Sahib; every time I ask her she reiterates the thing that: I don’t love her as much I used to at the time we got married.

The Sahib thought for a moment and then spoke with an authority.
Bhola, I think she is right. ~There was bewilderment in Bhola's eyes.
The Sahib went on…: How strange that love between a couple starts dying as their relationship progress on. And the object once most cherished becomes an object of disinterest. Why Bhola why? Have you ever asked this to yourself?
This happens because any relationship, be it that of husband-wife or friendship needs rejuvenation time and again. We start taking things for obvious, but don’t you think that after a days work when you go home there’s someone who probably might have worked more than you did and that individual also demands attention?

But then Sahib, doesn’t one get habitual of the same face-the same person? Bhola asked.Isn’t it that a person is always enthusiastic to make new friends? Isn’t it that we are least interested in books we’ve already read and are excited about reading new ones?

A point well asked-Sahib replied. It’s true that we are enthusiastic in meeting new friends and exploring new books. But don’t you know that in the end only rare books manage to become your favorites? A good book enters your heart, soul, and mind. Stays there forever and time-again makes you think about the philosophy infinite hidden therein. The more you think about, wider horizons you explore and the more you expand. Same is the case with relationships. Remember Bhola; Life is expansion under the arms of your beloved. So this time you go home remember to keep the person awaiting you in mind and rejuvenate your love.

It was third consecutive day and Bhola didn’t turn up for the work. Finally there was knock on the door. A stranger stood asking; Namaste Sahib {Hello Sir}! Bhola went with his wife to her parents place. He’ll be returning after a week, till then I’ll manage the work. May I ask you one thing Sahib? And Sahib nodded.
Sahib, are you married?
The Sahib couldn’t hold his mirth and smiled……..a smile which conveyed nothing.

Sent my way

He locked himself in the dark room-dejected, disheartened.
Maybe, the price he paid for nothing was very high.
He thought about the struggle, the pain, the price and the fate.
But thinking brought nothing but more pain, more disheartening.

And then there was knock on the door.
A stranger stood asking:
Hello Friend! May I share with
you, your sorrows and my happiness?

He embraced the stranger thinking:
Whoever you are, whatever you are,
Wherever you came from,
You are a friend sent my way.

Something

“Is it all you want to say?”-She asked him. Still he was silent and dormant. She couldn’t guess what was going inside his mind.
It was moment of their departure-the time when so called friends forever had to move their ways. The train blew its last whistle still he uttered nothing. And this was not what she had anticipated about their final departure-their separation. In the very heart of her heart she knew that “there is something unsaid on the other side, but what is that?”

And slowly the train started pulling out of the station. She was fixed to the door and her eyes reading his. But she found nothing…….. At one moment she thought why after all am I trying to read something? As the train started pulling faster he started running along her compartment and finally held her cold hand in his but then destiny is a big thing- separation was bound to come.

As the train bid goodbye to the station she couldn’t stop her eyes getting wet. One question constantly reverberated her mind: “Why didn’t he utter even a single word?”
And she felt something in the hand he had held for a moment at the station. It was a piece of paper which read: “Sometimes in life we want to move ahead but our past so strongly clings to us that we become oblivious to the voice of our heart. I would have uttered the voice of my heart but then that would be a selfish thing. Because I know you have a bright world awaiting you and I have darkness of my life to take care of. If I ask you to accompany me to carve out the darkness of my life, I would be spoiling your brightness.
So I wish ……you move ahead.”

Her eyes wept uncontrollably………………..
With wet eyes she asked a person standing nearby: “When will the train reach next station? I’ve something………….

I have a Friend…..

The night kept growing colder & darker. Snowfall continued for the third consecutive day and the added trouble was the fresh injury in his leg. As he entered the empty lane, people had already packed themselves inside their houses-and were busy warming them and enjoying the winter season.

As he strode past the first house their came a voice from the window-side: “O you fool! Where are you up-to this wild night?”
He replied: “I have a friend who lives at the end of this lane.” -And the window was shut.

As he moved further, there came a voice from the window-side of second house: “O you fool! Where are you up-to? And do something about your leg -you poor fellow!”
He replied: “I have a friend who lives at the end of this lane.”
And the person exclaimed: “You fool! Don’t you know that that friend of yours is @#%$? You are being friend to the one who’s treated @$%$^ by everyone. Oh god Save this poor soul for he doesn’t know what he’s doing.”- And the window was shut.
Upon striding further he met with similar questions and exclamations.

As he rang doorbell at his friend’s house there came the voice: “You fool! Where have you been all this time? -I was worried about you and searched you all around. Now get inside, have my warm clothing and sit by the fireplace.”
He laid stretched on the chair near the fire place with his friend putting balm on his injury. He stared the empty roof of the house thinking: “I have a Friend…………..

I died at 11:52am

Hello friends.
I submitted this story for a story contest in my college. The caption was: “I died at 11:52am.” The word limit was 150 but I eschewed it, coz this story is itself a reward for me and nothing else matters. Results are yet to be declared.

The Beginning of the end was when I returned to my Brother Edward’s home at the Lincoln Avenue of the University of Illinois. Amy (Edward’s daughter) was four then. Next day (25’Dec) was supposed to be a great day not only because it was Christmas but Amy would be turning five. Amy: The only reason why I stayed at my brother’s though I could have afforded a separate apartment for myself. There wasn’t a single moment when Amy would leave me alone. Amy couldn’t sleep anywhere except on my chest and I found it hard to sleep with someone on my chest. But again that’s how love is defined-Sacrifices without the feeling of sacrifice.

That day I was returning home with a sample card of my engagement to Daisy. Daisy was a Christian girl of Indian origin. We met two years back at the university campus where Edward and Daisy’s dad were research colleagues. Amy saw me parking my car from the upper window and keeping her love for me in mind, there was no question she would stay over there. Full of excitement she started running downstairs and I too was in a hurry to gift her XL cocoa chocolate I had bought specially for her. I forgot that Amy was right at the low height entrance. I picked her with a thrust and her head collided heavily with the frame of the door. I sensed the wrong but then it was late. As the hands brought Amy’s face in front of mine, it had turned pale and her body was turning cold. I wanted to shout for her mother but it seemed as if something has chocked my throat. And this is the last thing I remember about me and Amy.

When I regained my senses there was no use of regaining them. I found myself in the hospital bed. I overheard a doctor narrating the problem to Daisy.
Doctor: “I m extremely sorry but Kevin’s (mine) brain has undergone a major stroke due to which his legs are paralyzed and also there’s malfunctioning of his speaking ability.-He’ll not be able to speak again.” Tears rolled down my cheeks. Felt like shouting out loud but couldn’t utter a single word. I was longing to know about Amy, hold her, and caress her. I glanced towards Edward who was sitting beside me. Sensing that I was asking about Amy he shook his head and tears rolled down his red swollen eyes, stating that Amy was no more.
There was thud in my heart and the world seemed crestfallen. I wanted to jump right out of the window coz I can’t live without Amy.
Then I heard Daisy crying and asking the doctor to save me. To her assurance doctor replied: “I m trying my level best and still there are chances that Kevin may survive, but to be fair enough he’s almost dead.”

-ALMOST DEAD? Who’ll convince them that I died at 11:52 am itself when Amy was in my hands?

Then a nurse injected me. Upon regaining consciousness I saw Daisy crying beside me. Suddenly it dawned on me that I was going to be a huge burden to everybody, that I had ruined my life and everybody else’s. Why not die, I thought miserably, and save everyone a lot of trouble? Daisy sensing me stopped weeping. And coming closer to me held my cold hand in hers and then she added the words which saved my life. “You are still you. And I love you.” I can’t drift away from things like this. I had to live, this was my credo now.

A girl’s voice: Kevin!!!!

Oh! It’s my four year daughter calling me inside to sleep. As it’s her sleeping –cum- story time I’ll have to move my wheel chair inside.

So dear diary today I’m going to ask Daisy to narrate this story {incidence} to Amy -My daughter.

Nikhil's girlfriend got a boyfriend

Hello friends!!!
I wrote this blog on 14th Feb. –the Valentines Day, but wasn’t able to publish it due to some technical errors.

So today is Valentines Day. In the morning I happened to go through a piece of news in the local daily & the news was like this- ‘A 105 years old man marries his 90 yeas old lover’.-What a love, simply great. If there would have been any life time award for love, I would surely give it to them.
So I dedicate this blog to this couple.

Well friends. Here I’ll share with you a real life inspired story. The main character of this story is Nikhil. Nikhil’s story is nothing but my preconceived notions about love and the real life example I have seen around. So here I begin.


Nikhil is handsome, intelligent and a benevolent guy. He’s passionate about music(he's a big 'Bryan Adam' fan) & sports. He’s the guy next door to me. Richa is a very stunning and impressive kind of girl. She is a big novel geek and Judith Mcnaught is her all time favorite. Just a few days’ back I was playing Bryan Adam’s-Everything I do. And Nikhil entered my room. This was the first time this guy opened up to me. And eventually I came to know that he had a fall for Richa (my classmate)-Thanks to Bryan Adams, otherwise I would have not written this blog.

He had asked her for a date and she agreed (maybe she also had a fall for Nikhil).Soon after their first date came the second and then the third one and so on. He also made me read all those wacky sms she has sent him. And to my amazement, the whole inbox was filled with her messages. There was no loophole in their relationship. As far as I’m concerned, I always felt Richa as a condescend kind of person & over-reacting, but anyways most of the girls are over reacting type. Today (Valentines day) when I entered Nikhil’s room he was busy with his work. It’s their day and this poor man is busy with his studies. Upon enquiring, came to know that Richa is not feeling well so they shall not be celebrating the Valentines Day. I asked him to give her a call, but her cell phone was switched off. Oh god!! Please help the needy girl because my friend loves her greatly.

So friends it’s seven past thirty in the evening and I must take a leave for dinner.
To sum up. This was Nikhil’s story and I do wish that someday I get a girl like Nikhil has. So Nikhil’s Girlfriend got a boy friend, indeed a commited guy like Nikhil.
So I must leave & i'll catch you after dinner.
Bye!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey! wait wait. Nikhil just entered my room like a thunder storm and headed towards a friend of mine (Sandy) who’s sitting in my room….. Oh no……. things are getting muddled over here in my room. Ok let me get into the matter & I’ll write this blog after 15 minutes.

So friends Here I ‘m after 15 minutes and Thanks to Saint Valentine, I got such a beautiful ending for my blog. So let me share with you the conversation between Nikhil & Sandy.

Nikhil: (angry) You Ba****d, what were you doing out there today evening.

Sandy: (seated calmly but perplexed) nothing, was just celebrating Valentines Day with my girlfriend.

Nikhil: (more forcibly) U son of an S**t, she’s my girl friend.

Sandy: what r u talking man, but I proposed her and she agreed….

Nikhil: Oh no… she betrayed me… (and moves fast out of my room)

It took me half an hour to console him, and I could sense his grief.

So friends it was a sad incidence for not only my friend but for me also coz my concept about love is muddled now.
And now the title of my blog sounds more appropriate- Nikhil’s girlfriend got a boyfriend.
While writing this blog i havn't imagined that things shall get this way.
So i no more need a girl like Nikhil got....