Selfless Stranger #8

Winters approaching we people in India are so fascinated by the outdoor trips, warm clothes, tender sunlight everything seems romantic. The chilled morning breeze sent a shiver through Naina’s body. Even after wearing her warm red and black closely knitted winter jacket she appeared to be shivering. But in spite of the weather, she seemed to be full of energy with her team at the office trip at Goa. Team bonding activities kept everyone busy. It was a beach theme game where each team had to randomly collect the items listed on their to-do list. The team which finishes its task first would be the winner. There was a table placed beside the shack for the members to have their breakfast on the run. Some of the members were still carrying their previous night hangover.

Naina was busy running all over to gather the items mentioned so that her team could win. Amit stood away and observed Naina and her cheer for the team. He went into the flashbacks of the time they spent together. Naina and her full of life attitude, her special care for Amit, her past, her fighting spirit everything seemed so perfect. He always dreamt of a partner with such qualities. His friends teased him for dreaming about Naina. He had decided to admit his love for Naina in a special way.

In the evening, all the friends had planned to opt for shopping, since the next morning they were about to leave for Mumbai. Amit approached Naina for a short beach walk. She readily agreed. Walking along the beachfront Naina insisted to walk through the waters. She removed her footwear and proceeded with Amit. He spoke,” Naina, from the time of I, have known you, I am amazed by your fighting spirit, generosity, and modesty. As the days have passed by, I have closely witnessed each petal of your personality bloom to its utmost beauty. Do not get me wrong if I ask you something.” Naina looked nervous, she looked away from him towards the sunset. But Amit continued, ” Look I am not sure if I would be the right person to accompany you, but I am pretty sure you could always rely on me, rather trust me. I might not be able to meet all your expectations towards life but what I have learnt from you I return it to you. I have learnt that you love and enjoy every bit of your life, your personality, freedom and so do I. Would it be possible for you to give life a second chance towards commitment? I really love you….but my words fall short here since I am not a poet or writer to glue my feeling together into a souvenir of love. You can, of course, take your time and am absolutely ok with whatever your answer would be.” Naina turned towards Amit looked into his eyes with happiness but also with a number of interrogations. Amit handed her a box beautifully wrapped in red satin ribbons. She opens it in front of Amit without uttering a word.

On opening the box, tears roll down her eyes. She couldn’t believe her wish come true. Staring at the box, she moves further and hugs Amit to thank him for his gesture which no one could have ever thought of…..

 

Any guesses what was in the box???

With that question, I end the series of “Selfless Stranger”….Your feedbacks are always welcome.

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Selfless stranger#7

Gathering all the courage Amit made an attempt to ask Naina’s father about her condition. He looked at Amit and thought for a while. After a long silence, he asked Amit if he would be interested to walk through their garden. Amit readily agreed, Naina was busy serving breakfast but her father asked her to continue as they would have breakfast after a while. She looked at Amit and smiled. Her eyes looked through Amit, as if they were trying to communicate with his eyes. But the unknown pain in Naina’s eyes disturbed Amit. He walked out towards the garden with her father. 

Walking for a while Naina’s father spoke,”Naina is a very optimistic, fun loving and caring person. I say this not only because she is my daughter but have also seen her carrying a role of supportive and understanding wife.” Amit was shaken with his words, he couldn’t believe his ears “WIFE” ! These words made him uneasy. Her father spoke further,”Naina was married to Rakshit, her childhood friend two years ago. They made a perfect couple, so much that we could never imagine either of them without the other one. They were so happy and inseparable that everyone who knew them would envy of them. But one fine day, Naina went missing, we tried reaching out Rakshit but couldn’t contact him. No one had a single clue about the duo. Suddenly, I received a call from the police station to identify some of the belongings they found. We all were terrified. On reaching the hospital we acknowledged the ring and earring Naina wore. It was Naina in a very bad condition unable to recognize we all were shattered looking at her wounds, her darkened blue black scars. We just collapsed and then the police inspector told us that they found her on the JV road causeway. Some passerby reported of a body in a bad condition. She was bought unconscious and was in coma. Since she was stabbed,beaten up and brutally raped. Also she was run over by a car due to which her legs had to be amputated. We are waiting for her to come back to senses so that we could record her statement and arrest the culprit.” Her father almost collapsed while narrating the horror story. Amit too lost the strength to stand. Since morning his life was giving him a rollercoaster ride. He was feeling numb. Controlling his emotions her father spoke,” Naina was out of coma after around 15 days. She was barely able to move or even utter a word. But my daughter, never cried in front of me. We managed to ask her about the happenings and she broke down. She told us about the domestic violence happening through the past days. But she never let us know anything. It was Rakshit and his psychopath mentality which destroyed my daughter’s life. He always illtreated Naina at home but not publically. Naina was in love with him madly. She thought of it at his way of loving and possesiveness. But it was not true, he just had physical lust for my daughter. That rascal turned into a demon when he forced my daughter to have sex with all his friends. As Naina denied, she was beaten up, raped by those scoundrels and run over by a car so that she couldn’t approach anyone and left to die at the corner of a random street.” All this was extremely horifying, Naina’s father was is in deep anguish. Amit just couldn’t understand the way he should react or even console her father. There was distress in garden. Suddenly Amit could feel as though the garden rotated around and would soon form a tornado to engulf the world.

Coming back to senses her father whispered,” My daughter has great fighting spirit and is a lively human being. She recovered after about 6 months, continued with her passion for dancing and her job. It was very difficult for her to resume or even choose  a job. But she decided to move on with her life without looking behind.”

Amit placed his hand on her father’s shoulder. They just looked at each other….

Selfless stranger #6

Amit recognised Naina’s father, the same old man he helped by donating blood for his young son suffering from an accident. Also he was stunned to discover this girl was the same Naina he helped by returning her cellphone. Naina’s father also made Naina aware of the fact that Amit was the same young lad who went out of the way to help her family. The atmosphere turned extremely emotional and full of gratitude. Her eyes depicted the mixture of compassion and emotion ready to cross the smudged boundaries of her innocent eyes. She just sat down wrapping her face with her palms. “This world is so small Dad”, Naina spoke. 

With heavy throat she turned towards Amit and folded her hands to thank him. He was in very akward position to accept apologies and thankyou from Naina. After unwrapping the puzzle happening around the past few days, Naina asked Amit to relax and went out to her room in order to freshen up. Till then Amit walked towards the washroom to freshen up. A fresh aroma of boiling ginger tea and spicy tempered poha filled the house. Her dad was busy preparing the breakfast. Amit wondered and was excited to feel at home here at Naina’s place. He walked towards the kitchen and offered help. But her dad happily denied and asked him to relax at the dining area. Amit walked towards the dining area and glanced through the froyer occupied by trophies, different photographs of Naina in various dance forms. The airy and brightly lit living area danced and boasted about Naina and her versatility with expertisein dance. He was feeling like floating around in a hydrogen balloon. The mild instrumental music playing in the background wiped off the stress layer built up. 

Thud….thud there was a loud breakdown sound. As though someone or something fell from a height. Amit and Naina’s father ran towards Naina’s bedroom. They pushed open the door to find Naina collapsed on the floor with two prosthetic legs fallen aside. Amit was thunderstruck by this scene. He couldn’t believe his eyes, his body went numb. But quickly coming back to his senses they held her and placed her on the wheel chair. Amit was still in immense shock, it felt like he had lost strength and capability to walk.

Naina smiled back and said,” C’mon dad you don’t have to be upset I was rehearsing my dance steps…..you simply get scared.”

Happy Teachers day

It was my daughter’s open house at her primary school. She kept on pestering me to meet her class friends listen to their stories, their mischiefs. My daughter studied in the same school I had passed out from, reason being I always wanted my daughter to be moulded by those hands which shaped my present. But on her open house I was surprised to see all new faces among the academic staff. After all it had been around fifteen years since I passed out, I was a bit dissapointed about this restructure hence was hesitant or passive to meet any of her teachers much. After collecting her progress report we started heading back home. But my daughter as usual started emphasizing on meeting her Dimple mam, i tried to tell her that we would meet her next time. Actually I was quite disturbed seeing those high tech teachers and their mechanical way of dealing with kids, I am not saying there were bad but just that they lacked the warmth in their teachings. But my daughter was very adamant on meeting her Dimple mam, reluctantly I agreed and headed towards one of the classrooms. We knocked the door and stepped in, my 6 year old ran towards this lady and tugged her. Then I noticed her teacher was an old lady may be in her late 50s, hair all grey, somewhat weak in her posture, silver lined spectacles and red bordered goldenish cotton saree. I walked towards her, in order to greet her. On moving close to her teacher, I realised she was my childhood and most favorite Rajni mam. She was all favourite for her warm nature, caring and ever smiling gesture. She was our Maths teacher, who not only taught us maths but also narrated value add stories in her own unique and soft voice. We loved her because she was the one who not only made Maths our favourite subject, but also aporoached with problems physical, mental, emotional we always had to tell her and she helped us out of it. Looking at her I was so happy, nostalgic and just couldn’t control tears rolling down my eyes. She looked puzzled at me, I told her mam this my daughter Niksha and I am your ex student Nihara. She also held my hand and tears rolled down her eyes. She patted my head and enquired about my well being, my family. We both just could believe to meet each other. She then told me,”Your daughter is just a replica of your childhood. The way you plucked flowers on the way to school and forced me to tuck it into my hair. This little one plucks flowers, gets scolded by the gardener and gets thoses roses for me.” I turned towards my daughter and told her,” Darling, her name is Rajni mam not Dimple mam”. She looked back at her mam and stood in the cameraman pose and spoke aloud,”Smile please.” Rajni mam and myself smiled at her and she pointed out at her mam and said,”Look at those dimples Mama. Thats the reason I call her Dimple mam.”

We laughed at her silly but witty remark. She then handed over a small red rose to her Dimple mam and asked her to tuck it into her hair. I was so touched by all this and hence wished her Happy teachers day even when it was not one, I don’t know why I did so but I did what I felt. 

Thankyou teachers and all my gurus who have poured every bit of your divine souls in shaping our futures n present.

Happy Teachers Day…..

God bless your parents

It was raining heavily on a busy weekday evening. Felt like the clouds were about to burst and engulf the entire city. People were in a hurry and worried about reaching back home to escape the after effects of this havoc created by the nature. I also stood at the edge of a bus stop waiting for my bus to travel to Pune. Completely drenched I was grumbling about my state standing there all alone complaining about how my husband is irresponsible and might be enjoying in his cosy office cabin. Just then I noticed this old lovy dovy couple in their 70s waiting at my bus stop. Meanwhile the bus arrived, I was about to board the bus but I noticed that the couple had only one umbrella and the old lady had to enquire something at the travel agent’s desk, she was trying to help her husband board the bus and walked back to the travel agent shop balancing on the narrow creaky wooden plank connecting the road to the shop. She was not able to hold the umbrella due to her shaky hands, but strived to strike a perfect balance they looked so happy with each other. I saw her getting wet due to the windy atmosphere without giving a second thought I got up, went out to her held the umbrella for her, got her back to her seat, I loaded their bags on the upper carriage and made them feel comfortable. Asked them if they needed anything else and was about to get back to my seat, but she held my hand and pulled me towards her, patted on my head and said,” May your parents live a long n healthy life”. Her words touched my heart such small selfless gesture of mine added to my parents life…what wonderful blessings.

An overwhelming surprise


Hello friends! Apologies for being away for quite a long. While I was hesitant enough to put up a blog post you my dear ones gave me a reason to express a genuine thankyou for this wonderful surprise when I opened up the wordpress dashboard after some couple of months. 200 likes and 84 followers….WOW thats an overwhelming response to my blogs where I had begun clueless about my niche genre you upvoted my cracky words and thoughts.

Once again thankyou so much for helping me gather strength to speak my heart and brain out. Please stay tuned in….

Thankyou

Its like almost yesterday I decided to write and never ever expected that I would have a single like , comment and moreover a follower, but this platform gifted  me with new friends, followers and mentors. ’50 followers’ it feels really great and this word is really a casual  word ‘Thankyou’ but I really mean it. Please join my writing journey and provide your valuable feedback on them.

A long lasting wait….

They began their happily married life without a pinch of happiness. Then began a trail of tragic episodes breaking every single bit of the foundation being laid towards a new phase of life. The awful incidents left a permanant imprint on their lives. He chose to prioritize his life, his choices, his career, his social life and routine; on the other hand she played a vital role in gathering and building a sucessful and happy married life solely. She awaited for his contribution, his acknowledgement, his active presence but he was no where. She believed that someday or some moment he might realize her existence with him. Years passed by but her wait was immortal. Festivals, social functions, household decisions, financial planning he was never interested in any bit of sharing his life with her. She tried all sort of ways to gain his love, attention, care be it by cooking his favourite meals, dressing up the way he liked, showered him with gifts, initiating a healthy discussions but all her efforts were in vain. He always chose his life, his family, his friends, his career she made attempts contributing towards his interests  but everything was unrecognised. Years passed by her loneliness took a toll over  health…she grew isolated. She lived as if it was only because she was a coward unable to put a fullstop to the ignorant existence she nurtured for years. One fine day she decided to order his favourite meal and his favourite beer for dinner…he left for office; meanwhile she decorated the house with candles and roses ; then got ready the way he likes in a dark wine colour chiffon saree and the same perfume he was mesmerized with ages ago. When he returned he found the parcel lying at the doorstep, he was happy with the food and the ambience recreated. He walked into their bedroom and their she waited for him in the dim moonlight on cozy recliner in the balcony…he was stunned with her beauty but returned to his senses when her cellphone rang. It was from the cake shop about the change in delivery time. He answered the call and passed on the message to her…but she didnt reply…he thought she must have been asleep so he decided to wake her up and tapped on her shoulder. Suddenly her head tossed on the other side and he was shocked with the way she reacted but there was no response from her end. He decided to call the doctor and picked up his cellphone which said one unread message; he reluctantly read it ,” Come soon…waiting for you.”

Serious visit or Visit Seriously?

Once a ten year old child accompanied his mom to visit one of her relatives, which he had never met before, at a five star hospital. The hospital lobby witnessed a weird aura of negativity filled with the smell of medicines, medicated phenol, sorrows and anxieties and posters of smiling faces advertising different medical treatments and products. Many known faces of different relatives some long lost aunts, uncles and fast cousins greeted him. After waiting for an hour or so this little one questioned his mom, busy with the other ladies, “Mom why are they are here or rather why are we here?”  His mom smiled and replied,” We are here to meet my uncle, he is serious.” He thought for a while, looked around with his innocent little eyes and tried to analyze the reactions and gestures of his so called relatives. Some were discussing the saas-bahu relations(MIL and DIL issues) , some were discussing property and real estate matters, some were discussing about the business options and exhibiting their products and services, some were recollecting their childhood memories while a few of them were busy with the handheld idiot boxes, i.e. their over smartphones.

There he stood with folded arms and said,”Mom, I feel everyone here is present with a fear of tommorow or may be to protect their public and not so social image. So that tommorow if they are hospitalised or they pass away they  should have minimum shoulders to carry their bodies to the final destination. There should be someone to cry behind. Most biggest fears, what would others think of their absence. Some are here for formalities, some are here for a reconnect or to just showcase their household businesses and some are here because they share a common last name.”

Everyone looked at the little boy with utter surprise and turned their faces with may be shame or guilt.

What do you think?

Divine beauty blooms

Hello friends! This morning an extremely divine and elegant beauty has bloomed in the mini garden of our breezy and lively balcony.Now let me give you justifications for chaining multiple adjectives here:

1. My balcony is super breezy all the time surrounded by ample of open space  and a long streching express highway, which keeps it very lively and gives an optimistic start to my day.

2.This particular alluring Royal Red Hibiscus in my crazy botanical family is so fresh and flourishing crazily with so many buds ready to abloom, so many fresh and exquisite flowers to add on.

To tell you in short, I love my plants just to be my kids. I love talking to them, playing with them, admiring them, spraying splashes of water on them, nurturing them not because they feel good, its because I am revitalised by watching them grow so green and fresh.