Two Full Moons

This place have been always so special. Watching what man had created till the end of what your eyes can see. The lights and the sun, hundreds of red lights blinking in the sky, the smoke and the trees.

It was a full moon the last time I was here. I was with her. We saw a wishing star that day. I wished I never met her. This place showed me how little and peaceful everything really was. They didn't give me much time to live, not even to smile.

Its a full moon today. I could see the darkness and the roads. Endless trail of red lights, the lone chopper flying over the highest buildings, the little campfires over the beach, the drop of the mountain sky. I saw everyone's life in mute. No screams, no horns, no more pain. Just me and this cold wind. I jumped down the cliff, into the clouds so serene. The embrace.

Wherein Lies Her Memories

Stories I've told of my friends comes right from them. You get them some booze and bribe, and voila! They get you these things, wonderful stories. But this doesn't belong there. Everything began when there was this confess-your-love round  in the middle of the University Exam preparations.Usually for most of us here, studying is a mass effort.. Combined study exactly, as no one will have the textbooks or the notes. So it all works on photocopies, self-enlightenment and creative writing. 

Well, this piece is about a man, dressed in the worst and finds no time to bath, 'cause he thinks a lot, really! For this story to happen, we need to jog back exactly 1.75 decades back, the days in the kindergarten, when everything seems to be green, sunny and chocolate. He met his little girl. She lived next door, went in the same school bus. Sat together, ate together.  They became friends and more, they went and came back to and fro for six long years. He felt happy. They loved holding hands. But when you expect everything to be this perfect, entropy happens. This guys gets a kick in his head, and the next thing he knows is that she moved. The best of his days were over. The depression, the pain. Well, not exactly, when you are in 4th grade, everything goes away with some more chocolates, a milkshake and cartoons. Life!

So, when you think everything's over that easy, think again. This so called life, gave him a second chance, something to hold on to. After around 10 years from then, one fine day, she came back to his life. Well, at least the news. She asked about him to his Mom. This became significant in the calculation as this was repeated and she wanted to see him. But as usual, Mom forgot all about this and yeah, life! 

He picked up his phone and it was her. She called to say hi and to invite him for her marriage. Some second chance. His mind was hard to explain, desperate efforts to see her. Nothing worked. So on the day of marriage, that didn't even work. He was late and everything was over. But life, oh yeah, after the twists and turns, he finally got to met her. Engulfed in silence and smiles, the meeting was short lived. Whatever happened was blemished into a deep darker parts of his cerebellum. Facial hair growth recorded an all time high and 4 was the total count of days that he 'forgot' to bath. Life moved on, somehow.

Well, I don't know if this is a love story. But this, a requiem for her memories, the not so forgotten ones.

My Big Fat Love Story

Ok, after much serious sessions of complex exchanges between my inner self - about the repercussions of this post, I actually made up my mind about this. I never thought this would happen to me - ever. Average little girl. They say love happens unknowingly. True, very much.

Is this feeling really called love? Something tingles your stomach when you think about her. You could sacrifice sleep, just to lay down and think about her. Felt like I live only just to see her. Why do someone like me, feel crazy for a girl that I've hardly even seen? This was a very strange feeling, something new and weird but I liked it. But nothing works out as in fairy tales. So many 'but' in this story.

I felt cornered from this world - alone, though I'm surrounded. When she talks to the whole world, I wished if she just smile at me. I felt alienated. I couldn't sleep. Music was my only hope. I wish I just could forget her and undo all these. But I could not stop thinking about her. Time is a strange concept, a doctor, a psychiatrist, a cure. It heals. But always, she will remain as my first crush.

Letter in Blood

This girl was one of the popular one in class, you could actually say, school too for so many reasons. All rounder maybe. And it was in 9th, when everything started. Everyone suddenly looked gorgeous. You know that feeling when, love is in the air. Anyway, there were three guys who were after this girl. And the day came when she knew about all these three, were in love and agreed to choose between them.

One of the contestant in the Swayamvara, a close friend, thought of expressing his love for her. Hormones maybe, anyway he managed to get this girls handkerchief and decided to write I Love You - in blood! Cool, everyone thought. So it began. We took a pin and pierced his fingers one by one...That wasn't easy you see. He didn't have so much blood. We could only complete the I and half of love with that. And came the next machine of pain, an old Gillette Blade. It was pain all right but no blood, that left lots of scars on his hand.

Oh, we were running out of time. So we had a secret plan, then someone took a geometry compass and punched one of the spectator. Blood, lots of blood. So we could happily complete the task. So it was completed. The great words in blood. Also, that poor guys blood was all over the place and that added beauty to the letter with splats and funky designs.

So after the school hours, he showed this to the girl. She stared for a second and walked away. Never realised that it was written in blood.

The next day she chose one of the other guys.

The boy who loved

He was waiting at the bus stop for the next bus involved in some natural talents like birdwatching and sight seeing around the place. Being a Saturday morning had many girls ready to go for those awful tuition classes, mostly everyone when by the bus. Anyways, as a matter of fact He was going for the same thing too. It was a day that was going to change his life for ever.His eyes were glued on this girl, gazing, like she came beyond this planet. And this guy could be called an eye-a-holic even. As he watched by, she got in the next bus.


Love lasts so long because we are gradually learning more and more about the initial personality that one fell in love with at first sight. He was determined to get what he wanted. Couldn't wait for the sun the next day! Came to the bus stop to find her. They say that, Patience is not only a virtue, but an acquired trait. Still could be even his instinct to wait for someone for so long. She came in pink. He couldn't resist asking her name. But still his mind said no. Carp!

A week passed on its own. Next saturday, he came with a friend. And then it happened. She was a friend of his friend's friend. Damn connections that makes life easier or maybe just his luck. That made things easier. He came to know her name. He phone number even. And finally called her. He even managed to get a photo of her from his friend.

Then it happened. College, he got admission for engineering and she was going to pursue degree. Even he thought of joining her college, just for her. He did even give the admission forms to join that college to her. But fate, changed it all. And the fact that she was Muslim, seized his dream run. Everything was limited to just seldom phone calls and dreams and love songs, normally Oru Venal Puzhayil...from the Malayalam movie Pranayakalam, 'cause he believed that it resembled his life!

Once Charlie Chaplin said, "Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even your worries". I always feel that's so true. Times changed, the race against the syllabus had less time for his emotions.

It spread like the swine flu in our hostel rooms. His love was going to get married!

Married? Yeah, she is going to get married, its fixed. - he said.

He smiled. He left. I knew his heart. Following days, he seemed happy and normal. True love is hard to leave behind. Still its not all going in your favour. Her marriage was a couple of days ago.

Once Charlie Chaplin said, "Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even your worries".

This is not my story. It's my friends. His love. I think I shouldn't reveal who. Anyway, I'm writing for him. True love is hard to leave behind.