“Ohh…I am afraid of breaking rules.” He said, embracing me tight.
“Ahh…I believe in breaking them.” I said, sealing his lips with mine.
We giggled.
Our giggles echoed in the eerie silence of midnight.
“Ohh…I am afraid of breaking rules.” He said, embracing me tight.
“Ahh…I believe in breaking them.” I said, sealing his lips with mine.
We giggled.
Our giggles echoed in the eerie silence of midnight.
Suddenly a motorbike came screeching to a halt near my side splashing rainwater on my new dress. I was already drenched while waiting for the bus at the bus stop, the winds were hard and the downpour was heavy. It was quarter to nine at night. I had been to my friend’s house for her birthday. The dark clouds were hovering since evening but till the time I left her place, there was no such sign of rain else I would have stayed back…
“Hey, what are you up to? Don’t you have manners?” I literally shouted at him.
“What happened?” He replied back casually as if nothing happened. So unmindful he was I thought to myself.
“You splashed waters on me & you are asking me” This time too my pitch was high.
“Sorry, I didn’t do. It was the bike who did the mistake & you are already drenched, it just added a bit more” His casualness ignited my anger.
“So irresponsible you are. It’s your bike.” I mumbled. It was quite late and I was new to this place so I did not want to drag the conversation at this time of the hour that too with a stranger. I grumbled within.
“Hey, are you waiting for someone?” he said
“How does it concern you?” I snapped
“Are you new to this city?” another question.
Was he a question box, idiot. I fumed within.
“Don’t you see I am at the bus stop so naturally waiting for the bus? Please don’t disturb me, do your job. Please leave me alone” I bashed him again.
I was already irritated been fixed on the way due to heavy pours and more concerned about my safety. I was new to this city and the news of eve teasing etc. was already taking toll of me, already worried n this guy queries ignited my worries more.
The guy was watching me with utter coolness though I had been so rude with him (a realization sets in when we do it deliberately.) which raised my suspicion & I was alert. The roads were empty and were pouring incessantly. One or two cars or bikes passed but there was no sign of any bus. I was looking hither thither in anxiety.
“See, I’m sure you are new to this place. I am a nice person willing to help you out. At this time of hour in heavy rain, you won’t get a bus. I can drop you if you don’t mind. Don’t feel afraid.” He said with concern in his tone.
I was totally petrified and confused. It was true that being new to this place, I couldn’t manage myself but how could I trust this unknown guy at an unknown city after hearing or reading so many cases of harassment every now and then. I was stuck in a dilemma n couldn’t think further. I checked the time; it was 9:30 pm and I felt my heart pounding. He sensed my anxiety.
“Believe me; I will drop you at your place safely. Don’t overthink it’s already quite late. Rains in Chennai are terrible and soon areas get inundated, it will be difficult for you.” He pacified. He really had the patience what I noticed in between the conversation.
I had no choice but to agree. Tears welled up & I was feeling helpless. With a belief in god, I agreed.
He gave me his windcheater to cover myself and started the bike asking me to hold the handles tight to balance myself because there might be potholes on the road. He asked the location where I was staying. I was not keen to share but in this situation, I left all on my God Ganesha hoping that he would save me (maybe this guy was his person in disguise to help me out.). I wasn’t god-fearing but in this situation, I had pinned all my beliefs on him.
He dropped me safely at my PG in less than twenty minutes and I was lucky to reach safely.
“Thanks a lot,” I said simply though my heart n mind thanked him profusely to come as a savior, really it was a big thing to reach my place safe at this odd time. I thanked my stars too.
As I turned to return the windcheater, I was astounded by his amazing demeanor, protruding eyes, prominent nose, broad shoulders n ruffled hair and rain dripping from his hair to his face stole my heart. In this one hour for the first time I saw him directly into him & my heart quipped. For seconds, I was lost in my thoughts.
“Bye.” He said & started off his bike and accelerated in full speed again splashing waters on my dress but this time I wasn’t angry. I smiled to myself and rushed inside.
The memory of this short meeting still pops up in my mind often and I secretly wish to meet this guy, but the irony of this meeting was, we brushed, we chided but we did not ask about each other nor exchanged numbers.
I am really thankful to the stranger who helped me on that fateful night and safely dropped me at my place… Still, there are good people on this earth and because of a few idiots, we distrust all. Really I was thankful for this guy n his magical ways had cast a spell on me.
Whenever, the musical pitter-patter strums, my heart beats for him and a desire soars to search him but where…Thank you, Stranger, …hoping to meet him someday if it is destined.
उनके तन के
खुश्बू से।।
‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’
Title- Six Degrees –Game of Blogs
Author – Various (Teamwork)
Paperback: 422 pages
Publisher: Blogadda.com/Leadstart Publishing; First edition (27 October 2015)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 9352013891
ISBN-13: 978-9352013890
Price – INR 349
My Rating – 4/5
I am a voracious reader and am in constant look to read more and more and been a blogger, I am always on a lookout for the new discoveries in the field of creativity dominating the world of writings. It satiates my hunger of reading and writing.
I received the complimentary copy of Six Degrees, Game of Blog from Blogadda under the book review program and it gave me an opportunity to present my honest opinion about the collaboration of authors from different streams.
In the beginning, when I came to know that about 300 bloggers have helped to strew these three stories, I was a bit reluctant. But once I started, there was no looking back till I finished.
The book Six Degrees, Game of Blog by Blogadda is quite unique and innovative way to bring authors from different stride to stand and unite to unravel three unique stories. The teamwork is praiseworthy and I love the efforts of Blogadda.
So, in one book, you get an opportunity to read the three components and it leaves you thrilled. There are few flaws but it can be overlooked seeing the passion of the contributors of the blogging world, who have made Six Degrees, Game of Blog, a successful read.
The most commendable thing about this book is that throughout the three different stories series, the five characters are the same and the basic characters holds the same characteristics in all the three stories.
I believe you must be interested to know about the portrayed characters and its worth to get introduced to them.
The Three Stories are:
3. Missing- A Journey is a thriller and it revokes the sentiments of different characters. The main characters of this story is Roohi Dutta & Cyrus. The missing of Roohi bridges the gap of the Dutta couple. Cyrus is a gay and it deals with his life, how people scorn at him, even his family takes a back seat and the saddest part of this story is the rape of Cyrus by his college mates and his sufferings. The bruises on the body goes off with time but the bruised soul remains with him always. The ending is happy but it stirs the readers.
My take: It is a wonderful read and it’s beyond belief that a collaboration of huge number of passionate bloggers can produce such a masterpiece for the audience. Tit bits of errors are there which can be easily rectified by the roving eyes of the Editor.For sure, grab the book and enjoy reading.
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Review By Ila Varma.
Life is a race
We are always on chase
Never put your boots down
Till you are breathing around
Live and let others live with ace.
© Ila Varma 22-06-2016
Limerick
The sight of a Man leaves you with a sigh
His dynamics makes you awe
His proximity gives you strength to endure the odds
No Man on earth matches him
He is the only one male companion
Where you feel safe & secure
He is your pride
Who is He?
The first love of a lady
Her Father, Pa or Dad
However you call
You always try to follow him
Happy Father’s Day To All Fathers.
One day is not enough to celebrate
Why not we take out minutes five from our busy schedule to make him feel the presence of his children around, who are still a toddler in his eyes, how tall you grow, it doesn’t matters, in his eyes, you fit in as a small cute kid… 🙂
A small prayer for My Father, few lines scribbled in his thought.
On This Day
I just Pray
May God Bless my Father
Easing his suffering
Adding Smiles, Good Health
Returning Vigour & Brightness on his face
Keeping the sorrows away…Amen
Wish, I could enjoy the caresses of the soft breeze on a full moon day, lying close in the warm embrace of my beloved…a moment of ecstasy.
#1linerWeds.
Once upon a time, fell in love with a mime
Got crazy and wasted a lot of dime
In a short time, I realized the boy
Was dumb and coy
Moved further from committing a crime… 😛
© Ila Varma 13-06-2016
Options are for those,
where choices are available
there is no existence of options
who can’t make choices.