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The Meeting

Dhruv walked into the café around 6 in the evening after a busy day at work. He ordered a black coffee with no sugar. This café had become his favorite since the time he had moved into this city. He had his reasons when asked why this café was his favorite. First and foremost- fine coffee, finer people and finest ambiance. Another reason why Dhruv loved the place was the songs they played in the background. The café had a perfect coffee house play list which created a good vibe. This café was one of the few book cafés located near Dhruv’s workplace. When asked, Dhruv often calls himself a ‘bibliophile’. He loved to read books and had a passion for collecting them. Dhruv has a well maintained library at his home; a dream of every book lover.

Dhruv collected his coffee and walked to his usual spot- the table at the corner of the café. He placed his satchel on the table and pulled out a book from it. There were a lot of people in the nearby tables having their coffee and reading their books and most of them were reading from an e-book reader, which Dhruv hated the most. Dhruv was of the opinion that an e-book reader can never, ever give the joy of reading from the book. That feeling while holding the paper jacketed book, the aroma of the printed pages; an e-book reader can never give you those. So wherever he went, he always kept a book with him. As he dived deeper and deeper into the book, he lost himself. There was no café, no people around him, but only his coffee and the book.

Dhruv, is that you?” a question accompanied with a touch on his shoulder pulled him out of the book which he was reading.

The girl came and sat across him, smiling. “Don’t you remember me? Please don’t tell me you don’t!” she said. Dhruv couldn’t recognize the face except to notice how beautiful she was. Dhruv nodded his head in a No.

I am Abha, your batch mate from college. Still doesn’t ring a bell?” she asked.

Now it dawned on him. Abha was his batch mate at college. A beautiful, dynamic girl who was active in all the college programs, be it literary or cultural, the program was incomplete without her. Dhruv had also participated in various inter college competitions with Abha as his team mate.

How could I possibly forget!” Dhruv mentally kicked himself and started talking. “Oh yes I do Abha, how could I forget my team mate. How are you?” He asked.

I am good Dhruv. I just moved into this city and I had some shopping to do. It was then I remembered I didn’t have my cup of coffee in the evening today. My friend suggested this café and I should say this is pretty good.” She stopped.

Ah, old habits die hard.” Dhruv winked raising his ‘almost-empty’ mug.

Just a moment.” Abha stood up and walked towards the counter to get her coffee. While on her way back, she stopped at the book shelf to get a book for herself. Dhruv was closely watching her. She looked the shelf and finally pulled out Paulo Coehlo from it. She came back to the table and said “Old habits die hard.”

You always had a thing for Coelho right.” Dhruv said.

Always…” She replied.

Dhruv liked how she suddenly brought up Harry Potter reference. She took a sip from her mug and started reading. Dhruv couldn’t read; at least not with Abha in front of her. Dhruv couldn’t do anything but to sit there and admire her beauty. The way she had dressed in a sky blue top and a jeans, the hair which fell free from behind her shoulders, the way she moved away that pane of hair that often fell on her face, Dhruv felt a sudden urge to take her in his arms.

Behave yourselves Dhruv” he cursed himself and tried to dwell back into his book. He constantly looked at her face and she had to ask him not to freak her out, quite a few times. Dhruv felt a sudden rush of old memories, the debate club, the book review sessions in the evening.

The clock kept running and it was almost 8. The café was still busy. Abha had come back after keeping the book back into the shelf.

So Dhruv, I need to leave. My friend will be waiting for me. I had promised I’ll join her for cooking dinner.” Abha said.

Dhruv never wanted to let her go. He could sit twenty four hours a day, seven days a week and 365 days a year watching Abha’s beautiful face. Abha wasn’t always the perfect girl, but she was perfect in her own way.

That’s ok. I’ll drop you.” Dhruv stood up putting his book into the satchel. They got out. Dhruv brought his black sedan to the café lobby and Abha got in. Abha kept talking about her friend in the city, how her parents were, but the only thing Dhruv payed attention to was the fact that Abha- his beautiful batch mate was sitting besides him.

Stop, stop! It’s right here” She said on reaching her friend’s residence.

Dhruv lowered the passenger side window and waved a bye. The car hadn’t reached a few meters when Dhruv suddenly stopped the car. Abha was calling him from behind.

What is the hurry Dhruv?” She laughed.

Oh, that laugh!” Dhruv felt his heart racing.

Dhruv got out and walked towards her. “So that was a fine evening for a first day in the new city.” Abha said. “I got to meet you after a long time. So thanks Dhruv.” She shook hands with him.

Dhruv walked back to his car and Abha was waking towards the front gate.

Abha,” Dhruv called.

Yes Dhruv.” She turned back and looked at him.

What are you doing tomorrow, uh not tomorrow, day after tomorrow evening ?” he asked.

I have to join the work from tomorrow and day after tomorrow evening, I’ll be free after my work. Why ?” She stopped.

Why don’t we catch up for a coffee at the café we met today?” He asked.

Sure. I’d love to.” She smiled.

Ok then, day after tomorrow evening, coffee shop. Take care.” Dhruv said, walking back to his car. Abha waved him a good bye closing the gate.

Dhruv drove to his home. He felt a happiness inside. It was a new beginning, beginning of something good, something wonderful, which is to be loved and cherished.

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Birthday

The café was busy as usual. Dhruv exchanged the bill for the coffee.

“No sugar, please!”

Dhruv took his coffee and walked towards the deserted table at the corner of the shop.

He settled on one of the tables and took out his laptop. The review went bad and the panel had asked him to re work on his proposal. Work pressure, sleepless nights, empty feeling all ensured a rough couple of weeks for him. Nirvana’s ‘About a Girl’ played over the speakers.

The team has now become entirely dependent on Dhruv, as if he was the only one in it. Others never batted an eye. Since the ‘ship’ has to reach somewhere, Dhruv has been pulling his own weight to get everything right and also his next promotion heavily depended on this project. Almost an hour passed when Dhruv was finally done with his reworked proposal and looked up from the laptop screen. Dhruv saw Abha walking in. Dhruv felt disturbed, but it was nothing compared to what he felt during the beginning. He looked away to avoid making an eye contact.

“……..take advantage while you hang me out to dry…….” on went the song in the background.

Nothing has been the same since that day. Dhruv still had no answer with him when asked why have they split up. Sometimes it is better to leave some questions unanswered, Dhruv thought. It has been a difficult task, moving on, because you cannot tolerate the pain of someone being taken away from you. There was this empty feeling inside him,which has not healed, yet.

Abha walked towards Dhruv’s table and sat opposite to him. Burying the excitement deep inside, Dhruv looked up. After a long time, they looked into each others eyes. Dhruv felt as if the clock has stopped ticking. Everything came to a sudden pause. Abha was looking at Dhruv, who was gaping at her. She snapped her fingers which pulled Dhruv back onto the ground.

“Why have you come?” asked Dhruv.

“I know things have not been that good between us, but I need to talk” She said.

“Why don’t we get something to eat?” She said, raising from her seat.

“Sit there. I’ll get something.” Dhruv said and walked towards the food counter.

Abha watched him walking briskly with a grim face. A lot of emotions rushed through her mind. She remembered how they used to be, how nice a guy Dhruv had been, how rude she had become. She felt a lump in her throat, her eyes moist with tears. She wiped her face and watched Dhruv.

A few minutes later he came back with Grilled Sandwiches, her favourite. Abha’s face beamed,he still had’nt forgotten.

“So, you haven’t forgotten.” She smiled

“How can I ?” Dhruv asked.

She offered a piece to him. They ate in silence. Dhruv didn’t feel like eating. The feeling was all over him again. He recollected the day they broke up, for which she never had a reason. Life had become a hell for him during those days. Dhruv looked out of the window.

“Aren’t you eating?” Abha asked.

“I don’t feel like eating” said Dhruv playing with the food.

They didn’t talk. Silence lingered. They had a lot to talk, but words stood away. They sat bearing the painful yet alluring silence. Abha was the first to break the ice.

“So, how’s everything?” asked Abha.

“Nothing new. Same mundane life.” Dhruv said.

“Why don’t we take a walk, Dhruv?” Abha asked, almost as if she sensed Dhruv’s disturbed self.

How he cherished all those walks with her. He didn’t have to pretend to be someone in front of her. However draining his work would get,he always knew there was always something liberating to look forward to. It has been almost a year since their last walk. How much he needed this.

Dhruv nodded.

“…….no I can’t see you every night, free………..” Cobain’s voice faded as they left the coffee shop.

It was a beautiful evening. The air was filled with the fragrance of freshly bloomed lavender. Spring had just birthed fresh life into the dormant flora of the city. Dhruv walked with Abha besides him. They headed for the park nearby overlooking the harbor. There was a tangible excitement about the place, children running around,birds chirping, elders on their evening strolls .They headed on towards the boardwalk. The sun was about to set. The sky was painted orange.Perfection.

“Dhruv..” Abha started.

“I know what I have done and there has never been a day I had not regretted my actions. Sometimes all we are, are a bunch of screw-ups.” She paused fighting back her tears.

“I know apologizing is easy and not even a thousand sorries would be enough to make it up for what you had to go through.” Abha said.

Dhruv looked into her eyes. They were red now.

“I’ve made my fair shares of mistake Dhruv. Only when I lost you, did I realise your worth. I want you back in my life.” Abha stopped. She couldn’t resist from crying. She covered her face with her arms, then wiped it and looked at Dhruv. Dhruv was looking into the sky. The birds were flying away, the sun had alredy gone halfway into the sea.

Abha felt Dhruv’s fingers over her’s. Dhruv turned and looked into her eyes. Deep down the abyss, Dhruv saw her burning love for him. Dhruv walked towards the railing and stood there. He felt Abha’s breath behind his neck. Her arms clutched his. Dhruv turned around and pulled her into him.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me again.” Dhruv said.

“No… I” She couldn’t talk.

Their eyes locked. His lips touched hers. Abha hid her face in his chest. She felt complete.

“And Dhruv, Happy Birthday!” she said.

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Mirage

With each step I took,

She kept moving away

We were close to each other,

But were miles away at heart

I looked deep into her eyes,

which once had me spellbound

The castle which I built

Has come crashing down

I was once the Knight-in-shining-armor

For my damsel-in-distress

But now all we are,

Two souls breathing; two different lives.

The spring has passed.

The colors have faded

The melodies have come to a pause

The life- once I thought was worth living,

has become yet another question mark

Dear love,

I should have known your love a mirage

It wasn’t real

But it felt so real.

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The Green Light

                                                           The Green Light

Each time I see you walkaway trying your best to avoid an eye contact, I still hope that you would stop for a second and look back right into my eyes, just like our good old times. Its really amusing what we have become of. I still believe we can catch up with our old times, but I don’t know when would that happen. I know it wont happen, but something inside, the optimistic me keeps telling to give it some time. I never knew I could be this optimistic(at times).

I had to shut out myself for quite a long time to get the facts into my head. I couldn’t understand what was happening, because it wasn’t what I had expected or at least ever dreamed of. The excruciating pain it gave, the countless sleep less nights it gave, the people to whom I yelled at asking them to leave me alone, gives you a hint of what I had to go through. I felt like a yacht in a tempest; I was drifting away. It took me some time to get hold of the helm.

You might be wondering how could I smile at you each time we see, even after all of what had happened. That’s the best thing about me. Finally after everything that had happened, I learned to smile, even though there is a storm roaring inside.

“Just move on,will you?” is a question I had asked  many. But only when you confront it will you only understand how herculean a task it is. I would be lying if I say I don’t love you anymore, because I still do and I know you don’t, but still I believe in the ‘green light’.

                            Never have I felt the the silence so loud

                            Never have I felt the day so dark

                            Never have I felt this touch so cold

                            Never have I felt this pain so beautiful

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The Great Gatsby- A Fine Experience

Recently I got to read ‘The Great Gatsby’ by American author F.Scott Fitzgerald. The book was first published in April,1925, but still even after 92 years down the line, the book still grabs the attention of the reader and makes it a memorable experience.

The book has been set in the fictional town of West Egg situated on the Long Island, during the  Jazz Age,where (According to New York Times) gin was the National drink and sex was the national obsession. The lavish parties, the jazz music, huge mansions, and the complex characters have been stitched out perfectly by the author to create a ‘vivid’ nature for the book. Fitzgerald is undoubtedly one the best Authors the time has seen.

We see the characters through the eyes off the narrator Mr.Nick Carraway, a narration so strong and credible that we feel the story has actually happened. Jay Gatsby- a wealthy young man who throws in lavish parties every weekend, Daisy Buchanan a beautiful young woman was madly in love with Jay, Tom Buchanan- Daisy’s husband, are the main characters. The perfect triangle love story has been carved out. Mr Gatsby still lives on the memories off his lost love Daisy. Tom Buchanan a strong stubborn husband who feels protective and possessive for his wife.

The part where it all get complicated when Daisy realizes where she has to choose between her love for Jay Gatsby and Tom Buchanan whom she has been married to. Yes, things can get complex and push you to the edge sometimes. Each dialogues and situation the characters go through are well placed and penned.

What does it take to be with person you love?

Well in the case of Jay Gatsby, the man who had everything, died as a ‘no one’. The dreams of life he wanted to live with Daisy remained a question mark, as Daisy finally decides to stay with Tom even after a tempestuous discussion the three indulge in. When Jay rests in the coffin, there was no one to come and shed a tear for him other than Nick. So in the end, wealth and power becomes insignificant until and unless an element of love is present somewhere.

The book has got some of the best prose off the times.

“Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead.”

“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter–tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And one fine morning– So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

Are some of the best excerpts from the book.

When it comes to Fitzgerald’s writing style, he really draws the reader into the story he says. In the end, the reader sees the scenery, hears the dialogues and smells the aroma he is trying to create.

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Cold Night

In those cold winter nights,

When the whole world slept,

I gazed up to the stars.

What kept me awake?

I don’t know

The cold wind surrounded me.

I flew away

To infinity and beyond; I kept flying,

Until I reached you.

I found you,

As pure as the morning dew.

The sun that shines through the darkest night,

What took you so long?

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To Infinity and Beyond


Those were the days I still keep close to my heart. Each moment we spent together, I should say was purely magical.

I can go on describing you and the moments we shared, but I come to a point where I completely run out of words. Every relationships have seen ups and downs. We have seen it too, but ultimately its fire that makes iron the strongest.

You are my moon and stars, you are the dreams I see, you are the songs I sing, you are the  stories I write, you are my day and night, you are my everything.

The day when I asked you to be mine, I wanted it to be a surprise. But you surprised me by  asking “When have I not been ? I don’t know what brought us together, but one thing I know for sure. Nothing can part us anymore. They say gods have already decided our fate. But what is fate other than the decisions we take and the judgments we make.

We’ve decided ours; “To infinity and beyond”