Destined Conversations

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Today I feel like telling a story. Of another he and a dreamy she. A story hidden in the pages of fiction. And maybe smiling in the embrace of reality. A story that still smells of love and filled with fragrance of truth. A story not of hurt but of hearts that were once in pain.  I could call him a cynic who stopped trusting down the road. She was a wary one too but was a believer and a strong one. Believer of fate and destiny, of nicety and love.  He was the kind hard to convince of real emotions. But then they met.

One fine rainy day, in a mystic but crowded cafe, their fates just crossed paths.

A boy had no option but to disturb a girl engrossed in a book. For the cafe was just too full.

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He:  Excuse me? Is there anyone else sitting with you.

Irritated at being disturbed, she peeked through the book to have a look at the voice.  A tall guy with beautiful green eyes caught her fancy, but then he was not that cute to be forgiven for interrupting her in midst of a beautiful novel.

She: No. But that shouldn’t concern you.

He noticed that smirk and that irritation and also those deep brown eyes behind the black frame of spectacles. Some innocence she had which he couldn’t avoid.

He: Well, the cafe is too full to sit. So if only I can sit till some table gets free?

With a caustic look she replied.

She: Umm. Okay.
He: Thanks.

She was again lost in her book. But then she left a mark which he wanted to explore. Something which even the arrogant he wanted to ascertain. Because her being caustic was just so fake. She produced some naive innocence with her presence.

He then tries to strike a conversation with his deep voice.

He(clears throat): Elif Shafak writes brilliantly.
She (surprised): You read ?

He (with a smile): I write too.

There was something in her mind which always said that men who look good can not be the brainy ones.

She: Interesting.
He: You seem surprised?

She: No.  Just.
He: You judge easily.

She: Eh? You don’t even know me. Also, by saying that, who is being judgmental?
He: Relax.  Don’t be defensive. Was just an observation.

She: I am not. Just. Whatever.
He: Oops. Seems I annoyed much. Sorry for that.

She( relaxing much): Its okay. So what all you write?
He: Mostly fictions. At the moment working on a science fiction.

She: You mean you do it for a living? ( A much more surprised look)
He( with some more smile) : Not really. Am an engineer by education but this is something I want to do.

She: Wow. Lucky you. Getting a chance to pursue what you want to. Most don’t.
He: We all can, if we want it that bad.

She: Maybe. Maybe we all don’t try that bad. Sigh.
She(thoughtfully): I am more into poetry though. Reading Shafak is like reading poetry in motion and that is why I love her.

He: True. So you write too?
She:Yes. Kind of. I have even studied literature once for a degree. But then. Life moves on.

He: Now I am envious. Getting to study literature is like luck.
She: Haha. I guess we get some, we lose some. I get to study literature and you get to write it.

He: Yes, maybe.

Suddenly the waiter comes in with a cup of coffee.

Waiter : Sir your order.
He: O Thanks.

He: So a poetess I meet. You must be quite a believer.
She: And you quite logical.

He: O yes. I am a cynic. Have to be in a world like this.
She: What is wrong with the world? You get air to breath, food to eat, water to drink. And for the rest, blame the humans.

He couldn’t help but smile at the simplicity of this girl. Someone who might have seen it all and seemed hurt and yet had so much beauty and love within.

As he dreamed looking at her, she waved her hand in front of those eyes.

She: Hello?  What happened?
He( waking up): Nothing. Was wondering how nicety still exists.

She: Well it does, for you are one too, right?
He (looking deep into her eyes): Am I?

She just couldn’t help get lost into those eyes that enticed her.

He didn’t know what he was doing but just wanted to freeze that moment.

It was there that two souls found some spark that they missed in their lives for ages.  They didn’t knew what will happen next, but they didn’t wanted to know.

She finally said smilingly.

She (blushingly): Yes
He( blushing ): I am glad.

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And so amidst some books and laughter, coffee and conversations, poetry and believes, another story was being written.

P.S. : Just out of blue someone reminded me of he-she fictions. Though, the poetry challenge is keeping me busy this month I felt maybe I can attempt writing one after long and since it turned just fine, thought will post. If some of you do read it, I would like to hear some feedback as it encourages me and since I like this piece even though mushy, I would love your comments on it 🙂

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The Promised Coffee

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Present 

A promise was all that it seemed.  For it was with someone non existent in the present. Yet, it was all that was hers. Rekindled memories appeared with the thought of keeping the promise. It was like a long forgotten kiss felt on the sour lips. The fresh smoke out of the bag hidden somewhere in the past, was inciting her. Somehow it was the date that didn’t let her sleep. It was her favorite month, once again. A fool’s delight was the date tonight. Yet, something told her that he might not take it a miss. What if he skips the deal and later pronounces with those shameless words, ‘O darling. That was a April Fool’s joke’. But she is known to keep her word. And he never did. So she took the chance, for a promised word, they made a decade back.

Ten years back 

A phone call it was all.  Somehow she initiated the conversation by a simple forwarded text she sent him.  But, then somehow they wanted a talk. It has been years since life happened.

*EXCLUSIVE* Selena Gomez Has A Big Smile on Her Face

He: Hello.
She: Hi. I wasn’t expecting a phone call.

He: And I was thinking of some coffee.
She: Eh? Sorry?

He: The apology for not meeting and remember I have to return that book.
She: And those change too.

He: O ya *Chuckles*
She: Since when did you start needing excuses?

He: Since you stopped meeting.
*Silence*

She: Anyways, so what is new?
He: Will tell you when we meet.

She: Eh? I thought that was a joke.
He: Nope. O comeon just a coffee. Tomorrow?

She: O Ya Ya. Let us make a deal. Coffee on you. Years on me.
He: Eh?

She: 10 years later. Same date. Same city. Coffee. You and me.
He: Hmmm. And I will still be nothing.

She: My career hasn’t even started. Deal?
He: Deal. 1st April 2013. We meet again.

She: You never asked where and what time?
He: Our place. I am sure it will still exist. And for breakfast?

She: Promise. And then we will talk.
He: But tomorrow?

She: I am just not yet ready.
*Silence*

She: Talk to you later. See you.
He: See you.

It has been five years since she saw him last. Yet, she wasn’t ready. Will life be any different ten years later. She wondered.

Present

Basking in the glory of the present, she realized how he still manages to make her feel miserable. How she was still a vacuum unknown. Everything used to be magical in his presence. Then, she reveled in grief and pain too long.  She never really raised a finger over the wrongs once. And today, something was not really right even in the perfect surrounding. . Maybe, it was waiting for the closure she will be giving herself tonight. She should have done that decade back. But then she wouldn’t not have given herself that seal then. Now she can. After all, tomorrow is another day.

As the sun was out in its glory, she found herself in front of the mirror, trying to look the best. After all, sometimes impressions are all that are yours. So, here she was ready before time and on the way to the place. They called it their place. Sigh. She thought how the memories still pass through you after all these years. Five years of togetherness. Fifteen years apart. Yet, a string strung.

She finally was standing at the edge of that buzzing coffee shop. She still could find a imprint of them stuck to their old corner.

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Feeling the fresh corners of the seat that held them once, she found a comfortable posture to settle down. She was in an anxious mood as to if she did the right thing by being here. What if he didn’t remember. Or what if he choose to forget the promise. Her convoluted mind and confused thoughts were interrupted by a familiar scent and a familiar face. Just some grey hair and a wrinkled lines on a bespectacled face were the new addition. Otherwise, he was still the heart stealer .

He: So you did stop by?
She: Even you did.

He: This city is still my second home. You have gone places.
She: This city will always be my first home. Anyways, how you been?

He: Good. Just a bit old maybe.
She: Still fishing for compliments. Are you?

He: Not at all. Infact, you deserve too many.
She: * chuckles* I am too old for that.

He: Life begins at forty darling. And I must say you have taken quite a good care of your body.
She: So you saying I have finally achieved the perfect figure which I never had back in college. Right?

He:  Transformation from an angel to a diva I say.
She: Stop buttering. We are no longer in college

He: O college. Makes me feel like how long it been. Even the university days were over long back.
She: Fifteen years since we last saw each other.

He: You remember?
She: I do. Though it wasn’t such a great memory.

He: Sigh. I know.
She: So spectacles make you quite serious

He: Now we look bit similar.
She: Hahaha and professional.

He: You do. I am still stuck in the same old routine
She: Sympathy gainer you still are.

He: Not with everyone
She: Ya Ya. So, how is Natasha?

He: * Stares*
She: I know her real name for too long.

He: Sometimes wrong facts are the only option we have.
She: Dishonesty is never right. Only if you were not the coward.

He: I wasn’t. Just the circumstances….
She: O ya. Circumstances make you cheat. Fall in love. Anyways, any kids?

He: Not yet. Actually I am planning to go abroad for a degree.
She: Doctorate isn’t your game darling. And still confused about your life? High time you take control of it.

He: Haha. You still know me quite a bit. I see, You did very well with that part. A writer. You always wrote well.
She: I hardly wrote back then. But then found my calling in it ultimately.

He: Marriage?
She: Who has the time?

He: Don’t do that?
She: Everything isn’t about you, love.

He: You really loved me no? Wish I…
She: Courage is the word. But don’t. For then I would have turned a drop in the ocean. Pain teaches us life. And you never had that around you.

He: You also had the destiny to be so.
She: Yes. Even you did. Just you never saw

He: That is so not…..

Before he could complete the sentence. A horde of fans were surrounding her like devotees. She had no option but to make a move, she finally said:-

” You only wanted artificiality  I only wanted you. But my path was right and yours was wrong. You are still mine in those memories. Fame was bestowed, for I had love. And you have an empty hand. Next time wish with a clean heart “

Tears rolled. He loved, but with conditions. And he finally realized it.. She ultimately found the closure. As she let him go completely.

Love grew in the innocent hearts
Memories were all it left then
They still curse it for the pain
Yet relish it for the desire abound.

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Also Prompted @ 3WW, Inspiration Monday, Sunday Scribblings, NaPoWriMo, Theme Thursday, Carry on Tuesday and A-Z Blogging Challenge ( K for Kiss and L for Love)

Rare Love

 “You look like a strict clown here, couldn’t you have smiled in your wedding pictures?”
On the stage, when I was shitting in my pants?”

” It was just your wedding, for Christ’s sake”
“Yes yes, i was being sacrificed for life”

“Very funny”
“Not at all. We got married seriously. Shit”

Now you have no option. You have to wake up everyday seeing my silly face”
“That sounds cute actually”

“Cute as hell right?”
“Not less horrific now, compared to the kind it will be when you get the wrickled face one day. I am scared thinking of it only”(makes horrific face)

” I will look the same always, get it? ” (popping eyeballs)
“You can promise? or you getting botox? I don’t have that much money, girl”

“Grrrrrr…Nope. I wouldn’t change internally, you see?”
“Good, now get me a coffee”

“I can see you have already changed”
“I am a guy”

“So?”
“We have an inborn right to change”

(smirks)
“Don’t give me that look or I will catch you”

“Why? Your heart missed a beat?”*(winks)
“Very filmy”

“Very serious”
“Me? never.I am just a stale catching guy” (smirks)

“You already caught me, when stupid cupid caught you, remember?”
Not that catching, stupid, the other one”  (wicked smile)

“Stay off me, or you are so dead”
“Noppppe, now I have a legal right too”

“Excuse me?”
“Your mom excuses wouldn’t work, I can kiss you in front of her too”

(Eyes wide open)
“Don’t pretend you don’t notice such looks and heard my words. I can do, after all,  I am her pampered son-in-law, darling”

“Stay away” ( runs away)
“How far can you run in one room?”

“Mummmmmmy”( cute fake crying)
(Catching her stole from behind to hug her and whisper)

“What?”
“Yes, my inborn children’s mom”

(sighs)
Mwaaaah

“I can’t help but  love you, my stupid husband”
“I love you, my silly wife”

Two individuals, two lives,
Bubbling with new found love,
In the vitality of existence,
To seek meaning together.

Desires are new,
But dreams old,
They plan to fulfil,
Together like a fairytale.

X- box, or a Louis Vuitton,
Leather, or feathers,
Sports or movies,
Variety and yet spice.

Resting in each other arms,
They kiss some, they fight some
They love some, they cry some
Yet they stay as mine for all.

It was fresh love, all said
Staleness will make it hard
You will cry and dispiced
When look fury sights.

They grew up old together
Tarnishing all claims,
Cradling one chair,
Still kissing to fame.

Embracing the feel,
Even in crackled bones,
They define true love,
Found just in true souls.

I wish everyone reading this post,

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY

Today, make a promise to yourself,

To love yourself the most and be your valentine first before loving anyone else.

And also promise to follow this rule 365 days of the year and see how life changes for best.

Love yourself, pamper yourself, smile crazily, stay happy and be forever blessed. 

 Also Prompted @Inspiration Monday, OSI, Sunday Scribblings, Poets Pantry, Weekend WordsmithTheme Thursday.

Note* :  That dialogue which was initially to be used was-  “Why? Kuch Kuch hoya” , but since the blog is read by not just South Asian audience , I changed it. For South Asian people, I know it appealed and resonated more with the filmy dialogue later and surely make more sense now for you people. For everyone, kuch kuch hoya means same as heart skipping a beat but it is used in reference to a Indian movie- Kuch Kuch Hota Hai which also mean something something happens in heart (stupidly translated). Click this to know more of the reference.

P.S :This is one of the rare posts whose conversations I wrote in mind while still waking up and realized later it could have been the conversation a close friend of mine would have had with her husband post marriage as we all asked her post marriage, he could have atleast smiled. So, dedicated to you too Munza 😉

P.S.S. It would have been two years today for my blog had I stuck to the older one. But since I imported all posts, Happy Birthday, my baby blog ( It’s almost four years since I first started blogging though but I took a long break in between so that doesn’t count ;-)) 🙂

Glory of Love

“So….?”
“What…..?”

” A kiss”
“Shutup”

“Offcourse, one needs to shut up to kiss”
“Grr….I meant shutup your stupid ideas”

“Now I became stupid, I thought you found me smart, right?”
“I guess all men become such once they fall in love”

“Love? What is that ….never knew such a thing”
“Hmmmph. Then who am I for you?”

“A stormy woman whose mind is always covered with words. “
“I am not asking your opinion of me but my meaning in your life”

“Now my opinion also doesn’t matter. You are a buffoon “
“So I am so detached from your life that I became a comic”

“Hahhahaha. It’s so easy to irritate you “
” Get lost”

“Sure sure. But my kiss?”
“Ask it from the innocence of your moon outside,  maybe it complies”

“It isn’t night yet, baby”
“Move away. I am going to make some food. I am hungry”

“Why do you jolt me sideways when you get irritated? Anyways, make me some chicken sausages too ?”
” How about having my foot?”

“Naaa. Then how will you walk ? Also, it wouldn’t be that tasty”
“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhh. I will kill you.”

“I will kiss you, my action packed girl ”
“Alas you can’t. Also, you are so wrong about me.”

“When you fight you are indeed one. And the sound of your lips speak to the silence in my eyes, darling”
“Stop, playing with words. It wouldn’t calm me.”

“You are already guilty to having fallen in love so only I can pacify you.”
” Love? Go to hell.”

“Love can’t , so we will but only together.”
“Hahaha. You are too much”

“But my love will never be too much .”
“Awww. Should I say that?”

“Naah not needed. Because you reside in my heart even if you don’t say, silly”
“Stupid”

Two different souls
Opposite yet similar
Fighting to love
Surging forward  .

Eyes met long ago
Yet the child breath
Within to love again
Like spirit of unknowns.

Unaware of the world
Yet dream they weave
To make all it own
Catching the sun away.

Broken they once were
Tears in each eyes
Smiles of known seen
When friendship bloomed.

Today they still disagree
They still annoy and tease
They run off to disturb
Yet heart beats like one.

Innocence of love smiles
As he pampers her
She loves him abound
As life merge together.

Standing on the aisle
One day she dreamily smile
As he whispers softly
” You are only mine, till eternity”.

Also Prompted @3WW, OSI, Sunday Scribblings,  Poetry Picnic , Inspiration Monday, Theme Thursday, Thursday Poet’s Rally, Poets United