A Cabin in the Woods

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Arjun was having a regular day at work, long meetings, frantic calls, managing his team, making good for the mistakes they made at the same time stopping them from making new ones. He had done this for more than half a day, everyday for a long time. He had gone from having trouble buying his first tie to having a collection of the best ones in a short time.

His phone buzzed again, he looked at it while answering an email. “S calling” it said. He rejected the call. “will call her back” he made a mental note and continued with his mail. It took him less than a minute to forget all about it. Somewhere between discussing the final quotes for one of the overseas deal and ordering pizza for dinner his phone buzzed again. It was a message from S, “I have reached, what time do you land?”
“will take the last flight out, don’t wait up” He replied hurriedly.

A thousand miles away, Seher stood holding her coffee and looking out into nowhere. She was startled when her phone buzzed. The silence was too loud for her city ears. She read the message and smiled.

She picked up her book and walked out into the porch.

She didn’t mind being alone in the house. She loved every corner of it. It was far away from civilization, tucked into the forest. It was very tastefully decorated. The hall had book shelves all around with books neatly placed in them. The walls were lined with framed pictures that Arjun clicked. The kitchen was a small modern unit, with everything they needed. The bedroom had large windows, with white drapes on it. The bed took most of the place in the center of the room. On the wall behind the bed hung a picture titled “Seher”. It was one of the pictures Arjun was particularly fond of. He had captured the sunlight kissing her bare back at dawn.

They had first come to the place with friends from college, fell in love with it and continued to do so at every chance they got. They had bought the place a couple of years ago. The owner of the house was surprised at the unusual transaction. The deed was made in the name of two separate individuals. They weren’t related, dating, or even planning to get married. They even saw other people once a while. They worked and lived in different cities, spoke to each other when they got the time. They did not profess love for each other or claim togetherness for eternity.
They were just together.

It was 3 am by the time Arjun parked the car into the garage. He loved the chill that he felt as he dragged his bag into the doorway. He opened the door as silently as he could and locked it behind him.
The house smelled of Seher. He saw her lipstick mark on the coffee mug next to the sink, her jacket on the chair, her book on the counter. He couldn’t wait to see her. He climbed up the stairs taking his jacket off, then unbuttoning his shirt. He stood at the door looking at her sleep peacefully. He took his shirt off, slipped into bed from behind and put his arm around her.

She snuggled into it without opening her eyes.
“I missed you” he said
“I missed you too” she mumbled as he kissed her.

The cabin was the place where Arjun and Seher met once a year. They stole time from their schedules and lived a lifetime in seven days of togetherness.  They then went back into their worlds, only to come back again, the following year.

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A bridge across forever

“We’re the bridge across forever, arching above the sea, adventuring for our pleasure, living mysteries for the fun of it, choosing disasters triumphs challenges impossible odds, testing ourselves over and again, learning love and love and love!”

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A bridge across forever

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The Brotherhood

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There is nothing that binds two souls together better than belonging to brotherhood of riders. Being a part of this clan means you are trustworthy and dependable. Most importantly it means you will never leave a brother alone in distress.
Riding alone builds confidence but riding together builds character. You think of the safety of your fellow rider as much as you think of your. Stopping for the aid of a rider with a broken down bike becomes an automated response.
The sight of a bunch of guys in riding gears riding their machines always brings a smile to my face. It’s a definite sign of good times!
One such clan is the Royal Enfielders, each of them has a different story of how and why he picked his ride, but the crazy passionate love for her is common between all of them.
I have seen excited riders who enjoy the thrill, I have seen the slow ones who love the journey more than the destination. I have seen riders lost in thought, making choices of life as the wind hits their face and I have seen happy smiley riders. The one thing I haven’t seen is a rider who is sad.
It’s a brotherhood of happy souls.

P.S. I know a few girls who belong to this brotherhood too or sisterhood if you might! All of them are rockstars!

Photo credit: Harshad Sharma http://www.harshadsharma.com/

Storytime

ImageI read stories because they make me believe. Stories are fragile, created by balancing words on air with only imagination to hold them together. Stories are confounding, every beginning isn’t clear and all endings aren’t happy. I read cause it fill my mind.
I write stories to make sense of the chaos in my head. I write stories that I live in and the stories live in me. They help me understand, they help me in being understood. There are stories that end too fast and leave me craving, there are the ones that never end, they go on forever even when I stop reading.
Long stories are seductive, they wrap themselves around, like soft velvet as you read, you fall in love and the affair continues. A short story has a different feel to it. Like Stephen King said “A short story is like a kiss in the dark from a stranger”
Stories make the world perfect with words knit together in harmony, making reality palatable by adding a squeeze of fiction to it.
I make my stories, while my stories make me!
Photo credit: Ashutosh Khandkar http://framingreflections.wordpress.com/

Twins

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Almost everyone who looks at us together thinks we are twins, almost everyone who knows us, says we behave like twins.
We think like each other, we look alike too. The owner of these eyes owns half of my heart too.
Our features are a little different but the eyes are very similar. They are beautiful and they are true.
They cry when they see my tears. They smile when there is a twinkle in my eyes. The good in me reflects in them, the bad is absorbed. These eyes show me love, and they show me care, they show me that even when no one is around they are always going to be there!
These eyes see my dreams with me. They believe in them coming true.
She isn’t my twin or even my sister, but she is someone who makes my life whole.
Thank God for best friends, Thank God for you Poo!

Life between the lines.

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My first one came on my seventh birthday, wrapped in shiny pink paper with a bow on it. I opened it excitedly. I placed it on my table and stared at it for days. “Little women” it said on the cover. Then one night shyly approached it, picked it up and sat crossed legged on my bed. It’s smelled funny. I turned the first page and began to read! A few lines through, I realized we were going to be friends. We met almost every night. It transported me to a whole new place. A place where I was never alone. A place where magic was real. A place where the famous five, the hardy boys, Nancy Drew and I were friends. I would wait all day for the time we could be together. The stories were happy and fun. Made me smile, even giggle at times.
I was smitten, and thus began my love affair with books.
We grew up together, spent more and more time with each other. I would sneak a peek at every chance I got. There came times when our bedtime escapades became all day affairs. The stories became different too. They had darker shades in them. Of unhappiness and sorrow, of longing and belonging. What did not change was the love I had for books. It only grew, like my appetite to read.
I have learnt almost everything I know, from books. Sydney Sheldon taught me that no matter how big or small you are, the stars will shine down upon you. Eric Segal made me believe in love stories. Ayn Rand shrugged me along with the Atlas and changed the way I thought. Richard Bach cleared all my illusions and made me believe in my dreams. Mr. Jeppesen taught me how to fly a plane!
Each of these guy teaches me something new every time I fall back on them.
We are now inseparable. I have one with me, always. I have been seen reading in the most arbitrary places and times. I have read all night, all day and all night again!
I am as excited to open a book today as I was with my first one. The smell of a new book makes me smile every single time. I still believe in magic.
I wish I could crawl into one of them and live between the lines!

Promises To Keep

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They walked up the stairs of the church hand in hand, with a thousand questions and no answers. Her eyes glistened with the candle flames he lit. He looked at her while she prayed, wishing she gets everything she asked for. The mother looked at them and smiled as none of them spoke yet promised each other a lifetime.

Pleasure of Pain

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Every evening she lit the lamp that hung on the Palash tree, so he wouldn’t get lost on his way back home. The tree was dead now like the look in her eyes. They had both been alive and blooming once. That was before he went away, leaving behind only a promise of return. The tree had given up after waiting for what seemed like forever. She was stubborn, she could wait for another eternity and beyond for him. The pain of the wait made her feel alive. She found pleasure in the pain.

Photo credit: Harshad Sharma http://www.harshadsharma.com

I Fly!

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I fly over the clouds, where angels dwell, chase sun rays around filling my pockets with star dust. Soar above the mountains of the sky, leaving footprints on them. My lungs swell with the freedom I breathe, eyes glitter with stars as I leave the earth behind. I sail around the oceans of the air, with my wings spread wide. I feel one with the skies and all these magical things, I am in love with the wind beneath my wings!

Photo Credit: Kunal Uppal https://www.facebook.com/kunaluppal23?fref=ts