55 Fiction - #34

Long long time since I wrote a 55Fiction! It has been 4 months since I wrote a 55F! And here am with a fiction! Just read it and let me know what you felt! Are you game? Go ahead and read this!

A TALE

Krish was a regular kid. He went to school, and hated math. Playing cricket was his passion. He would run to the ground, join his team after school and then they would play. He would grab the bat, stand and wait. And listen for bells on the rolling ball. His ears were his eyes.

With Love,

What's this?

People!! How are you?? It has been a long time since I wrote a story and here am with one. This is dedicated for Saurabh Panishkar, AK, Sreya Ghosh, Venky who remembered me and in fact missed me. Also dedicated to everyone who still remembers this poor soul.

‘There is no us. There never was. And please don’t call me again or try and meet me. It’s over’. Those were her final words. He could still feel the intensity of her voice, the look in her eyes. It ended as suddenly as it had started. 'What's this', Shakti sighed heavily!

‘I have always wanted to show you this place’, Shakti said while holding Maya’s hands. It was love at third sight for Shakti. He saw Maya for the first time at a friend’s wedding. She was the bridesmaid and Shakti just had to be the best man. They hit it off so well like young teenage girls in a washroom. They had so much to talk about and so many things to explore.

‘I don’t get it man, you see a girl and you know her for three days and you say you’re in love’? Avinash barked at Shakti. That was the second showdown in as many days between the two men. Shakti had made his mind. He was ready to leave everything for his love. His true love.

Maya was everything that Shakti ever wanted in a girl. In fact Maya was someone who everyone would fall for in an instant. It had to be her eyes. Those big brown eyes, sparkling like a rare diamond every time a smile escaped her lips. Her hair falling soft on her thin face. The way she nonchalantly brushed those thin strands off her eyes with her fingers. The nose ring… Maya was sensual.

The last three days had been the best three days of Shakti’s life. He had never felt this way before. He had never felt attracted to someone so much before and here he was smitten completely by the beautiful Maya.

It was on the fourth day of their time together when they decided to go on a drive. Maya loved long drives, sunsets and the mountains. Shakti decided to surprise her when he showed up at her doorstep at 4 in the evening with some lovely orchids. He could see how happy she was to see him there. Her surprise was made even more fruitful when Shakti asked her to get into his car and they drove away towards Shakti’s farmhouse near Malay Hills, a 100km journey from Maya’s house.

The music in the car was Maya’s favorite. Shakti made it a point to do everything to please his lady love. He had remembered in detail every little piece of information that Maya had given him in the time that they spent together.

Shakti had his eyes locked into Maya’s expressive eyes and for what seemed like ages didn’t want to look elsewhere. Then it happened. Crash! A loud thud and the windshield came crashing in close to their face. Shakti ducked to avoid the broken glass from hitting his face and Maya. He turned around to figure out what had just happened and he brought the car to a screeching halt.

There was blood all around the car, the windshield, the seat and on the tar road near the car. What did he just hit? Shakti got out of the car and stood there confused, shivering and sweating profusely. ‘Maya are you alright?’ he asked. Maya. Maya. Where was she? What happened to her?

Maya was lying motionless in the next bed next to Shakti. She refused to talk to anyone. She had a fracture on her leg and bruises on her pretty face and elbows. Anoop on the other hand had three stitches on his chin and a dislocated elbow.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt that man. I didn’t see him there’, Shakti was trying really hard to convince Maya of the unfortunate incident. ‘You didn’t see him there because you were not looking Shakti. You were supposed to look at the damn road’, Maya was trying to make her point across, but barely managing a squeal. It was a difficult time for both of them. And they were dealing with it in the way they knew. Their friends decided to stay out of it and left the two alone in their beds and walked away promising to come and look them up the next day.

For three months after the accident, Maya refused to neither meet Shakti nor answer his calls. Shakti was left wondering why Maya was acting this way and he was feeling let down, disappointed and deeply hurt with the whole turn of events.

And the day when they did meet it made Shakti’s world crash in front of him, with him feeling sucked in with great force. Maya had come to his house on a Saturday evening dressed like she would on any given day. Lovely, sensuous and breathtaking. She stormed out of her car and walked towards the door. Shakti was on a phone call with a client and he stepped out with a cup of coffee and the phone to his ear. He saw Maya and didn’t know how to react. He could barely talk on the phone. He was overcome with emotion and it was a surprise that he didn’t think would ever happen. ‘I guess I might have to call you back’, Shakti managed to speak these words to the client who was on the line and disconnected the call and placed the cup of coffee on the table next to him and walked slowly towards her.

Shakti gave her a soft smile. Maya looked cold. She seemed cold and she acted extremely different.

‘There is no us. There never was. And please don’t call me again. It’s over’. Those were her final words. It ended as suddenly as it had started. 'What's this', Shakti sighed heavily!

With Love,

Meri maa

This is my entry for Blogadda's Contest

Hi Mom,
It has been a long time since I wrote any posts on this blog, which once bubbled with so many posts compelling a serious task for the readers/my best pals in blogger-world. Corporate world is demanding too much from me mom. I don't want to play the sad tunes once again and earn your or my readers pity.
Here's the poem I wrote for you.

You thought-She's born from a dream
from the womb of ebullience
tearing through the skin of expectation
a bundle of abundance
bringer of life and light.

I think-You possess every element of nature;
knew the songs of the birds,
you understood the messages of the rain
When you look into the eyes of the sun
you are the one for whom the flowers bloom.

Every step of yours is consequence
there's magic in your hands
I realized this when you caress my hair,
when I cry out of pressure.

Whatever I do,
wherever I go,
You were there to console me,
Now, I dream that you are near me,
But the fact is you became a dream!

You are my world,
And you will be my world!
Forever!
Love you mom!

Maa, I need you near me, to wipe out my tears, to tell me you are always with me! Where can I find you mom? I miss you so much!

Happy Mothers day to you my lovely mom!

With Tear filled eyes & all Love ,

Your Daughter,

Fool

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 9; the ninth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Hey Fool, Can you look into a mirror now?
Can you feel my anger?
Can you live your life in peace after you have taken mine?
Can you feed your children with those hands?
Can you still feel my blood pouring down?
Can you forget how I screamed when you stabbed me with your knife?
Can you wipe that image off your head?
Can you make believe it never happened?
Can you peacefully go to bed?
Can you get away with the perfect crime?
Can you disregard your conscience?
Can you make it all right?
Can you make it all good?
Can you tell your friends about me?
Can you keep your dirty little secret?
Can you live with the guilt of losing a friend?
Now tell me, you Fool Can you?

P.S:I guess this will be the serious post on such a topic. Blame my mind for that! If its nice enjoy, else wait for the next blog-a-ton ;)

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With Love,