Love Happens

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It was one of those dull winter afternoons when he first saw her. He saw and just couldn’t help but smile in bits. Maybe, because he wasn’t looking for a story that time. All he was feeling was curiousity. Or maybe he wanted an acquaintance. Everyone needs that when he is thrown into a strange environment where he hardly knew anyone. Well, that had just happened to him.  Forget the metros, he wasn’t even born in this country. But he was the most desi at heart. Been in this country for a few years after he got tired of just running from here and there. And then one fine day his parents decided to take him along to the place they studied. And even fell for each other. You could say that place for their origin. He knew they didn’t really wanted to show him around. He knew they had some plans. He has been here before but this time he didn’t know why he was here. He knew they wanted to hook him up. And this was the best place to find girls from his community. But he wondered, in a small town, how can they even think he can. But nevertheless he was here.

She was here because she needed a break. Break from life. Break from politics. Break from work. Even break from joblessness. She had memories from this place. Of a beautiful childhood. His parents found this place at their home. And his siblings were born here. But she was the city girl. But she loved the peace here. Or maybe she was searching of some hope. Her dad’s meeting coincided with an interview here and she was ready to go. She never wanted to move here but no harms in trying she thought.

There they were. Two families. From the same place. In a common town. Staying in the same resort. With their children. Middle aged proteges. Or rather single offsprings.

Weather was dull but the weather changed and entered her nose. So when she entered the guest house she had an attack of constant sneezes making him notice. The room was booked but some details were to be filled. So, she made her parent go and take rest as she filled the form. He was standing beside, talking to the receptionist but still noticing her uneasiness.

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At Last, he spoke:-

“You need some help”

“Eh…no” and she sneezed again

“I said because I am a doctor….maybe I could prescribe some medicine?”

“O no no….its just the dust that was there outside”

“Maybe an anti allergy….cetirizine?”

“I have some…will take….thank you”

She finally took some notice of him. A tall hunk like guy with green eyes he was. He looked like anything but a doctor. She wondered why she never met such handsome doctors when she was sick.

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” Well I am Dr. Adi” said he giving his hand for a shake” 

She shook hands to say ” Hi I am Nisha…Dr Nisha”

“Medico?”

“No no…I am a mere doctorate “

“Wow…doctorate is never mere…which subject?”

“Social anthropology….I research on  women and children issues”

“Wow…my mom will love to meet you…..she does some work on that”

“Is she a professor or something? “

“No no…she is a gynaecologist…just runs an NGO for empowerment of our community’s  underprivileged”

“Awesome.Would indeed be a pleasure to meet her”

“Nice meeting you”

“Same here”

There ended their first meeting. But more were to follow.

She went to her room just to tell her parents about this meeting and how his mom specialises in her work. She was just too excited. And she didn’t know why.

He on the other hand went to his room just thinking of her. He also told his mom and all she said was, “You like her don’t you?”

“Mom please”

But she was right. Her son hardly talked about girls and here he was just going blah blah…something was definitely wrong.

The families met at the dinner table and got introduced. His mom told her she can get associated with her organisation if she is free. She was grateful but was like she can’t stick for long if she gets work of her liking but his mom had no issues. She knew he was becoming an angel. Families were talking and laughing too. Her mom was here for a conference she would have liked to attend but then she avoided as her mom would have been alone if she went.

Next day happened. Her dad went to the meeting. His parents went off to their works and all that was left was they and her mom. So he asked at the breakfast table if they like taking a stroll. She already had the photography walk in mind and it happened.

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Some beautiful sightings. Some smiles. Some curiosity happened. He even said I should have got my DSLR and she remarked ” A person makes the picture beautiful, good or bad camera never matters” And she clicked him. And he was again bewitched. They were back and the families never saw each other till dinner.

At the dinner, the mothers decided to go shopping together in the morning as the fathers had meetings. She, alas had to stay back to study. And he, well, he choose to stay back.

Post breakfast, they went to their rooms as parents left. Then she came out to just stroll and read and he came there to seize the opportunity to smile with her .

“So working hard to be recruited?”

“Not really. I read most things. Lets see”

“Then want sit and converse and make you de-stressed”

“Sure”

They went to the dining and just sat.

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“So what do you like doing apart from teaching/studying?”

“I really don’t like doing it. It happened. But I found a way and gladly I love my subject”

“Wow. So what you love doing?”

“I love writing. Poetry. Fiction. Short stories. Anything”

“Impressive. I used to write once too but then”

“But then?”

“Words ditched me”

“Words don’t ditch us. People do. And then we just wander”

“Maybe. been long I wrote. I used to write lyrics too. Been a decade”

“Then someone will make you love them again too”

“It isn’t that easy?”

“It is.”

More he heard her. More drawn he was. Maybe writing too was just round the corner for him again.

“So what are your dreams?”

“Too many. I want to write a novel some day. Travel the world. Live beside a beach in europe for few months and bake continental stuff from fresh produce. Do adventure sports. Do underwater stuff…too many like I said”

“Yes. but interesting mix.”

“What about you?”

“Well, lets see. Once I wanted to release a music album and then life happened”

“You should. Someday”

“Maybe. I have travelled a lot. But maybe with someone special some day”

“Ahan. Hopeless romantic?”

“Wasn’t one till few years back. Was badly heart broken. Was cynical and then I came home. Saw my parents. My sister. And I thought maybe I can have some love too.”

“Nice. You will.”

“Are you one? “

“I am”

“Who makes you believe in it? Parents? Sibling?”

“None of them really. Parents are two individuals strung together and they just respect the institution. Maybe bro and sis in law love but they fight way too much so not much people with love around.”

“Still must be someone?”

“Some friends. But they are newly married. Stories of my grandparents make me believe. Even of my aunts. Some loves they shared. I believe for them and believe for their good.”

“Interesting.What kind of partner you want.?Some ideal?”

“Don’t really know what I want. I don’t mind adjusting. Compromising I have issues with. Love is all that makes marriages work I see. I do some, you do some. I am a feminist. But I don’t think females are superior nor are males. I don’t even say they are equals. One is better than other in one thing and rest in other. Like a women is emotionally strong and can handle his mess…job issues….sick children…..deaths…..and he sure can handle her scares…save me from that street villain…or shoo off insects I hate…even that lizard and rat…even snakes….they freak me…I don’t mind the pain that childbirth will give me….for that he can do that no?”

“Definitely”

“Also, I love cooking. But he can make sunday breakfasts sometimes. Cut vegetables as I cook and wash utensils when the dishwasher goes bad….I create mess before I clean…so if he is a  cleanliness freak guy he can manage the room no?….some girls also leave wet towels on the bed …I am one of them…just small adjustments….I left lot for him…but he can do some obviously no?”

“Obviously”

“Oops I spoke too much”

“I love listening”. “Never found such a guy?”

“Alas they don’t make such guys any more”

“haha…maybe”

“What about your ideal girl?”

“Ideal ….hmm..don’t know….but never met a girl who thinks like you”

“Haha…If I didn’t know better…I would have thought you flirting with me”

“O please. I am not…..wanna go out for lunch?”

He didn’t know why he asked her for lunch. But that is all that felt right saying.

“Eh?..Hmmm….I don’t know places here. Also mom might be coming back”

At that exact time, her mom called to tell them both to join them for lunch outside. And just like that a lunch date was happening.

And maybe even love was happening.

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Note: Blue Lines: Guy, Red Lines: Girl.

P.S.: This is the short story I had mentioned in my last post. It is little raw and needs some polishing but my writing muse is on holiday again and its been a while so thought of uploading it. Also, apologies if its rather too long for your liking. Hope you guys enjoy reading it.

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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 🙂