The Cafe

He had noticed her the moment he entered the cafe. She was sitting on one of those large comfy chairs with her laptop in her lap. The 3 empty cups and a plate on her table indicated that she had been sitting here for quite some time now. She sipped ice tea while staring at her laptop.

In this crowded place, she seemed oblivious to anybody around her. Headphones in her ears, she looked like she had cut off from the world around her.

He forgot about his own laptop opened in front of him.

Dark ebony hair curled wildly around her face. She had loosely tied a section of it away from her face. Plain white shirt and blue jeans worn with pink Jutti’s. She wasn’t one of the many girls around him who hid behind layers of foundations, mascara, eyeliner and what not. He could not see any trace of makeup on her face.

She occasionally smiled at her laptop screen. Maybe she was watching a movie or some sitcom rerun. And her smile tugged at that place in his heart which he had long forgotten.

Her eye’s twinkled when she smiled and it made his heart jump. He wondered what she was watching on the laptop of hers which made her smile so prettily.

She was not a conventional beauty, but there was something about her that made you want to keep looking at her.

He could have watched her sitting there all day if she had not shut down her laptop, put it back in her rucksack and started to walk away.

He immediately looked down at his laptop, afraid that he would be caught staring.

Her every move towards him increased his heartbeat. He would never have had the courage to look up at her if she had suddenly not stopped right in front of him.

“If you talk as brilliantly as you stare, then do give me a call”, she said while slipping her card on his table.

She smiled that angelic smile of hers, winked mischievously at him and left the place, leaving behind a strong whiff of her jasmine perfume.

And all he could do was stare dumbfounded at her walking away while he silently blessed his stars.

The Healing Touch

For three days he had been watching her through this glass wall. Three days of praying and staring at her. She was hooked up to all these scary looking machines and tubes. An oxygen mask on her face gently helped her breathe.

Tears had run dry in these three days. His son had tried to take him home but he would never leave her alone like this. Never.

Their marriage was solemnized when they were both kids. He was 10 and she was 8. Child marriages were predominant then. Their families had been friends for generations and therefore it was considered appropriate that these two should be married.

At that age, a wedding ceremony was just a game for these two. New clothes, good food and gifts.  They had no idea that they were embarking on a journey that would make them partners for life.

His mother had told him that she would be staying with them and he would have to be nice to her as she was now his wife. At 10 years of age, the word ‘wife’ made no difference to him. He actually started disliking her for the fact that his mother was with this girl all day.

This girl was now responsible for bringing him food, cleaning his room and making sure that he got whatever he wanted. Small fights everyday slowly turned into a strong friendship, where they both stood up for each other.

In those days, girls were made to stay at home and learn how to run a household. He on the other hand was made to go to school. But every night when the family slept, these two crept into the kitchen and he taught her everything he had learned in school that day.

His mother knew what these two were up to, but never said anything, thinking that this was just a game for them.

Because of him, she learned how to read, write and do basic calculations.

And when he left for higher studies for, the separation made them both realize that the friendship had turned into love.

Her reading skills came to use when he wrote her letters, telling her about the city, the people, the crowd, and the tall buildings.

Through his letters she saw the world beyond their village. And when he finally came back after 6 long years, he took her with him to their new home in the city where he was an officer now.

Together they built a life that had its fair share of ups and downs. But they had stood together, drawing strength from each other’s presence.

And today, 58 years later, she was lying alone in that hospital bed, alone, while he was made to stand behind a glass wall.

The doctors finally allowed him to go inside her room. Tears running down his face, he went inside and sat on a stool by her bed.

“Wake up now, it’s been too long…”, he whispered in her ear. He took her hand and held it,  gently stroking and kissing her fingers, while he talked softly to her.

And finally, after three days of lying there in a comatose state, he saw a smile on her lips.

 

 

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After Party

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It’s been two days since the engagement party and I still can’t completely feel my toes. My killer heels actually killed every sensation in my feet. I didn’t really dance much because there were so many people to meet and so much to do. I just kept running all over the venue to click pictures and meet family. And yet toward the end I ended up holding the heels in one hand and walking around barefoot.

That evening had all the elements of a crazy Indian wedding function.

We had a minor accident the night before the big day (Yours truly touched a naked wire and almost got slapped by my aunt for being so foolish. All the kids were then warned to be safe).

We had a nervous, jittery bride who came almost crying from the salon because she hated her look and the way the sari was draped. Though it was nothing a few cotton balls and safety pins couldn’t correct. Some anxious blabbering a few tears did help her though. :P

All the guests arrived and the bride’s grandmother was still not there because the car she was in took a wrong turn and ended up taking a detour of nearly 2 miles.

But together it created the drama that is required to make a party successful. I somehow feel that it’s not really an Indian wedding function if till the last moment everybody is not panicky and running here and there to get things done.

And the feeling of watching your sister getting engaged is so surreal. You look at this girl standing there glowing like a light bulb, stepping into a new life with a twinkling solitaire, and wonder at how old you’ve grown. It seemed like yesterday that were playing hide and seek in our living room.

Though for me this feeling passed pretty quickly because I could smell the murg malai tikka’s being served around. Food just distracts me from being serious in life.

But the best part of the evening turned out to be the photo booth me and my cousin had organized. People literally went crazy getting their pictures clicked.

And now that I’m going through these pictures, I realize that photo booths work best when people are drunk. Some expressions are just priceless. Sober people rarely ever laugh like crazy while wearing star shaped glasses and neon wigs!

The above picture is a glimpse of it. I’m the one on the extreme left BTW. I barely have 3 or 4 pictures from the entire evening. And now that I think about it, it is probably because most of the time I was just stuffing my face with food and washing it down with some random cocktail instead of posing prettily and getting some decent picture clicked of me.

Also, I’ve realized that no amount of hairspray can keep my wild hair in place. Just two hours after the party began my hair was all over the place. Though my sister keeps telling me that it was because I kept touching my hair instead of leaving the delicate hairstyle alone.

Run Up To The Party

So tomorrow is the big day. My cousin’s engagement party begins at 8 tomorrow and we are literally so psyched about it. Yes there are still tons of things left to be done, like the bride STILL has not found those perfect shoes. I mean the party is exactly 24 hours from now and she is still searching for the perfect, not so blingy, sky high pair of heels. Poor girl has been running from pillar to post in search of them and to top all that she has so much work at her office. It really is a miracle that she has not burst into hysterical tears till now.

It’s sheer excitement in our house these days. There are guests lists, bags, bangles, shoes, bottles of whiskey just kept randomly at any place. Not that I mind any of it. All this just makes one feel all the excitement that is going into planning this party.

For our parents it’s more of a ritual. The rings shall be exchanged, the gifts shall be given to the boy and the girl, and it would make everything official. So from being boyfriend and girlfriend, they shall be promoted to become each other’s fiancé and fiancée.

But for us it’s gonna be one hell of a party. The entire family is going to be there. We’ll have music, alcohol, a photo booth and some amazingly delicious food!!(To be frank I’m more excited about the food :P ) Add a good DJ to it and we’re all set to dance the night away.

So here’s to endless dancing and crazy picture clicking. I hope this party kick starts an amazing life for these two.

Boom Boom Bang!

It’s that time of the year again. The roads are choked with cars, people are stuffing their faces with every possible delicacy ever known in the history of Indian cuisine, houses are spotlessly clean, there are fairy lights everywhere you turn, nearly blinding you and by now you must have forgotten  the number of times you jumped out of your skin because some random kids were bursting crackers somewhere in the vicinity, freaking the bats out of you.

Welcome to the annual Indian madness everyone! It’s Diwali time!

I love the feeling I get when this festival is around the corner. Unlike Holi where the oldies shy away from having a blast, Diwali is that one time of the year when every single person shall be out on the roads to shop, meet their relatives and be a part of the biggest festival in the country.

It’s sheer madness no doubt, but so much fun!  It’s that one time of the year when you get meet your entire extended family. There’s the yummiest possible food, unlimited gifts, new clothes and the one chance to get anything you want from your parents as a Diwali gift! Well, almost anything.

And as I write all this, I’m surrounded with the gifts and sweets we’ve received so far as gifts. Just one look at them and I know all my weight loss resolutions have gone down the drain. Not that I’m complaining. : P I mean no little black dress can give me the happiness like a box of kaju katli can. Or maybe it can?!? Damn it! I should have stopped at the first box! :-/

Oh! Well it’s too late now so I’ll just go and dive headlong into a box of laddoo’s.

Happy Diwali everybody!!! :D