Writings - Unknown

  The road is dark and foggy. It is clear up to a few feet, preventing viewing clearly what lies ahead. Anyways, this road is familiar for him. He can manage except on those nights when he is diving deep into his thoughts. Unfortunately, tonight is one such night. ** His colleague, Rekha. He is in a dilemma. He wants to be with her, and at the same time, he fears what can happen if they get together. He is trying hard to be with her, most of the time. At the same time, he is forcing himself to stay neutral. Recently, he observed that Rekha has preferred to be with him. She sits with him whenever possible - at the office, during lunch, tea breaks and tours. Whenever they talk to each other, they look into their eyes, directly. Just the eyes. Eye contact makes them lose track of time. He does not know what is happening. Does he feel happy with her being near? Yes, no doubt. Does she feel uncomfortable with him being near? No, she never expressed such a thing. "Hi, Sumit. Err, so, I ...

Did you remember the first time- You talked to me? You were like a child, who craves attention all the time.   Did you remember the second time- You talked to me? You shared your likes and dislikes, while I tried to match with mine.   Did you remember the third time? You told your past and secrets, I wondered at the openness, honesty and trust in me. I did remember the tenth time- said your life is random, full of surprises all the time; I wished to be part of it.   I decided at the twentieth time- so asked to guess my tastes; Not that you knew me, so that you would know me.   I dared on the thirtieth time- reminded you to ask about me; Not that I was ill, so that you would remember me.   I was then at the fortieth time- but this time, I talked. Not to give another chance, so that you would not repeat. Why would anyone do that? Why it was always you..? Not that I knew, so that you can ask yourselves.

I used to know a person. Don't ask me "who was it?", I couldn't say the name. I wanted to talk, but I couldn't do it.  I wanted to form a relation, but I couldn't.  I wanted to get close, but I couldn't. The more I think, the more uncomfortable it grew. Don't ask me "why?", I couldn't say the reason. Fear of getting rejected, Fear of losing someone, Fear of hurting others. I decided to make a move, with trembling hands. Don't ask me, "what happened?", have taken the number. I did not know how to store the contact. I could not remember the number. I could not save the name. Went on with the first message. Don't ask me "how was it?", my heart stopped. 'Hi', I messaged. I could listen to my heartbeat. 'Hi', came the reply. I could still listen to it. My brain was filled with loads of dopamine. It continued for many days, Don't ask me "how many days?", till my heart rate is normal. It...

*** Didn't read the first part? You can click here . *** Rohan woke up, and his eyes, with very less effort, focused on the wedding card lying on the table near the bed. His mind informed him that he had one day left for the wedding. 'Are we going to the wedding?' A question his mind had been asking him for the past few days. But still, there was no answer from his side. In fact, he was not answering most things. He just wanted to be quiet for a few days to come out of this phase. He was waiting for the moment when he need not lie about his dull eyes. Where he need not fake his attention. Where he need not have disturbed sleep. He managed to complete the office work smoothly. It was time to return to his flat. "Hey buddy, are you alright?" asked his colleague. "Fine man, thanks for asking." "Maybe could you just come over to the party we are hosting at my flat? If you really want to come, then only say yes." "Definitely, I will come",...

*** Want to read from the first? You can start  here. *** "You should be in the US, right?" "Yes, but it seems I am here, with you." "What happened? Why did you return?' "Of course it was simple. Do I have to tell you that I missed you?" "Nope. I am sorry." "No, I am sorry. I should have talked to my parents on that day. I made a mistake. So I corrected it." "So?" "Yeah, after that, I have talked to them and explained how special you are." "They accepted?" "Not an easy task. But yeah, after a few months. Tell me about you. Where have you been all these years?" "I just could not stand at the same house. It keeps on remembering you. I thought I need a fresh space. I shifted here." "I was just like a mad person searching for you. At least you could have called me." "I thought that would make us unstable. You were there in the US focusing on your career, and I don...

*** Want to read from the first? You can start  here. *** "Bro, I want to talk to you about something." "Yeah sis, sure." "Look at this." She showed him the offer letter. "Hey, that's cool. Finally, cracked this one as well. Time to celebrate sis!" "So, what are you thinking to reply to this letter?" He laughed. "What do you mean? Just as always-" "You have to accept this." "What?" "Yes, see, the company is a great one - it is one of the best animation studios in the world!" "So what?" "You can learn many things there." "Come on, what happened sis?" "What happened to you? Just a few years right?" "Just a few years? Just? Wait, this is not you. How did you get this letter?" "That's not your thing?" "Mom and Dad. They asked you to do this?" "No." "You can't lie to me, sis. Let me talk to them." ...

*** Want to read from the first? You can start  here. *** The days passed really quick as if they were bored of moving too slowly. Abha could not recognize the difference between her home and his brother's home. So did he. They were randomly going to a house and choosing it as their stay for that day.  Of course, his favourite celebration changed from his birthday to Raksha Bandhan. On that day, both plan for a tour to celebrate. Abha accepted a promise from him that, whenever he got settled, he would sponsor all the tours afterwards. One Raksha Bandhan festival was so memorable to him. "Happy Raksha Bandhan bro..!" Abha wished him. "Thank you very much, sis!" Abha asked for his hand to tie the thread. His parents asked him. "Wait, wait, a little change.  First, he wants to give you a gift. Later you can tie it." "What? We already had an agreement of not to buy anything till he gets sett-" "The first time I saw you, I was in an unknown p...