He… (The Love Story – Part II)

It was the end of a long day at work. As he wended his way to a small street behind the main road on the cool moonlight night, he was happy. He had submitted his resignation at work today; he was moving to the proverbial greener pasture. It looked like life was finally turning on her smiley face for him after all.

As he neared the old-fashioned single-storeyed house, he saw that the portico was lit. It was almost 10 PM; “Oh good, she is probably still awake”, he thought fondly of his cousin sister.

“Long time, no see!” Abby quipped, and greeted him with a big smile.

“Hey Hi! Amma said you were here today.. I didn’t want to miss the rare opportunity of obtaining your darshan, so I came right along.” said he, playfully pulling her leg.

And the conversation continued until all the usual enquiries about family, discussions about work, college, future plans etc were exhausted. Abby and Raghav had grown up in different cities, and met only once in a while, when she came to Chennai for occasions. Even though she had spent the last three years in the same city, at college, they hadn’t been that close, to hang out or talk to each other very often. Nevertheless, an easy and friendly camaraderie hung between them, and the conversation flowed until Abby hinted:

“So, any girlfriends?”

“No! Unfortunately, I am still single. Your college has a lot of hot girls. Why don’t introduce me to some of them, and maybe I can take it from there?” replied Raghav rhetorically, with an attempt at mirth.

And so he was a little taken aback when Abby said – “Actually you know what, I might know just the girl for you!”

“Really?!” Raghav quipped; but he was perfectly sure that she was joking. He had seen the girls at her college when he had gone to visit her at her hostel, and didn’t like what he saw. There were some pretty girls, sure, but they all seemed a tad too modern, extremely high maintenance, and wouldn’t fit into his traditional family in anyone’s wildest dreams.

But Abby interrupted his thoughts, half-dreaming herself – “Yeah.. there is this iyer girl, she would be perfect for you!”

To be continued..


She… (The Love Story – Part I)

March was fast fading, but spring was in full bloom.

Ishita had spent all morning deciding what to wear for the farewell. She didn’t have anything fancy, and although she liked to dress up and look pretty (which girl doesn’t?), she was not the kind of person to splurge and shop for such simple occasions as farewells… and well, she hadn’t yet opened up out of her shell enough to wear an LBD. So shopping for the occasion wasn’t particularly necessary. In the end, she opted for a lightly embellished, but colourful kurta and patiala pants. A salwar would make her look like a behenji, but a jeans with a top would look too college-casual. No, the kurta was her best option, it looked neat and dressy enough for the event.

As she looked out of the huge french windows that adorned her living room, she began worrying her lower lip. She was excited about being on the brink of turning 20, but at the same time, college was coming to an end far too soon. She would miss her gang of friends very much, had no idea what to do next, and didn’t feel remotely ready for the world. At that lonely moment, her grand dreams seemed far-fetched, not least because she hadn’t clearly defined what the grand dreams were.. she just knew that she wanted them to be grand.

A small *ping* interrupted her musings, alerting her that she had got a notification on Facebook. Wondering if someone had bothered liking her new profile picture after all, she eagerly opened up the notifications tab, only to discover that some guy had liked a picture that she posted 6 months ago, and also commented on it. She didn’t recognise the name of the guy; “Ah well.. must be one of Abby’s friends”, she thought, since the photo in question also included her friend Abby.

The comment said – “Hey sis’, Gud pose, with someone equally as pretty as U!” Oh wow, someone has called her pretty! Ishita’s day was already made.. she didn’t stop to see who was the guy who commented though.. the comment had bad grammar and shortening of words. Such guys simply never kindled her interest. However, a compliment is a compliment, and needs to be acknowledged. She replied a polite “Thanks”, and added a smiley for good measure, hit “Send” and promptly forgot the whole thing.

However, destiny had other plans for her..