The Wait

You can read the first three parts of this series here:

Love At First Site

The Fine Line Between Love And Infactuation

A Balm For The Aching Heart

 

Rashi and I were lazing on her deck. A pitcher of lemonade by our side, we sat there admiring the beauty of the rain that cleansed the tress and made everything look so serene.

We both dozed off for a good half hour only to be woken by the sound of thunder.

I get up and stretch myself. Rashi has dozed off again but sleep eludes me now. I go inside to get some food from the pantry. All this nature admiring has made me hungry.

I grab two bags of chips and start walking back towards the deck when I hear a familiar voice. A voice that gives me goose bumps.

It’s him. I hear his voice.

“You’ve lost it girl”, my brain tells me. How can he be here? He’s supposed to be in London.

I start walking again when I hear Rashi’s brother Siddharth’s voice. I’m standing outside his room. “So when are you planning to come to Delhi?” He asks.

“Next week. I’ll be there for a month. I need a much deserved vacation. I’ve been working nonstop and they gave me just 5 days off for your wedding.  So now I’m going to just relax and not do anything but eat and sleep.”

I peep into Siddharth’s room and see that he’s having a video chat. And I see Vivek’s face on the Ipad screen.

Oh! My! God!

Does this mean Vivek is coming to India?

“Awesome. We could barely hang out together during the wedding madness. Just mail me all your flight details. I’ll pick you up from the airport.” I hear Siddharth reply.

My heart somersaults inside my chest and I try not to scream out of joy.

He’s coming! He’s actually coming to India. I can finally look at him in person. Swoon over his voice and fall in love with those eyes.

I obviously don’t know if I would be able to meet him or not but I assure my heart that if he’s here for a month, I’ll surely meet him some way.

I’m so happy I barely know what to think.

“Did you find gold in that bag of chips?” I hear Rashi’s voice call out to me.

“What?” I ask still dazed with all this joy.

“Then why the hell are you flashing such huge smiles?”

That is when I realize I’ve walked all the way to the deck without even realizing where I’m going.

“Pull yourself together girl. You’re acting like a nutcase.” My brain chides me.

I shake my head at her and give her those chips. I’m far too excited to be hungry now. She digs right into them.

He’s just a few days away.

And for me, these few days are going to feel like a lifetime.

 

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A Balm For The Aching Heart

You can read the first two parts of this series here-

1. Love at First Site

2. The fine line between love and infatuation

 

I wake up to the sound of rain drops falling hard on my window. For me it’s the best possible sound to wake up to. I get up and look outside. It looks beautiful. It seems like it’s been raining for some time. I can see water logged on the road outside my home.

I quickly brush my teeth, pick up a towel and rush to my terrace. It’s going to be a shower in the rain today.

I step out in the rain and relish the feeling of the rain drops falling on my skin. The rain seems to cleanse my soul.

I had gone back to Rashi’s house when she told me that the video made at the wedding had arrived. There was some problem at the photographer’s end which lead to the delay in us getting the film. I had waited so long for it.

And my patience was rewarded.

He was there in this beautiful wedding film. Talking happily about his friend and wishing him all the best for his future.

His voice made me smile. I loved the way he was laughing and teasing Rashi’s brother. His laughter was way more endearing to me than his smile. I had taken a copy of the film back to my place saying that I had to show it to my family.

I listened to that 47 second clip of him talking innumerable times. I knew everything he said by heart.

Even now, standing here, drenched, I can feel his voice around me. The rains always have a weird effect on me. Every time it rains my brain turns into a Bollywood songs playlist and every single song picturized in the rains starts playing in my head.

And since the love bug has apparently bitten me I can almost see Vivek standing next to me and humming a romantic number.

It’s so frustrating sometimes. All I can think of is him. My heart aches to talk to him. I want to know more about him. Know his likes and dislikes. Watch him smile and laugh with him.

I know this is possibly the stupidest thing I’v ever done or thought, because being in love with someone you’ve never met is insane.

I look up towards the sky and close my eyes. I can feel the rain drops on my face.

Rains have always been my dear friend. And this time too they sooth my aching heart.

The Fine Line Between Love And Infatuation

Is it possible to fall in love with a person, when all you’ve seen is a picture of him? You’ve never met him or heard his voice. You don’t know anything about him but his name. And still you fall in love with him?

I know it’s not love but an infatuation. All these feeling have been unreasoned.

How can I think of myself in love with a person who is nothing but a photograph in my life? And he does not even know of my existence.

I know it’s crazy but ever since I saw that picture of him at Rashi’s house, all I can think of is those eyes.

‘Vivek….’, I say that name out loud and smile.

This guy is thousands of miles away from me. He does not even know that there is a girl named Tamannah thinking about him day and night.

I can see his face every time I close my eyes.

My mind clearly say’s that it’s an infatuation. But my heart just refuses to believe this. They are in total conflict with each other.

Forget about the voices in your head, I seem to have voices in my body! My brain and my heart are literally wrestling with each other on this.

I had gone through every freaking picture of the wedding just to find more photographs of him.

I found three more. And in all three his lips had a smile and his eyes were twinkling. I secretly copied those pictures and saved them in my pen drive. I didn’t want Rashi to think of me as a nut case.

Of course she knows I’m crazy, but this would have certainly certified me as one.

I’ve gone through those 4 pictures infinite times.

I asked Rashi about him. He’s working as a financial advisor in London. I’m in my final year of my master’s in financial management.

‘Coincidence’, says my brain. ‘Destiny’, my heart replies.

I roll my eyes at these two and start searching for something to eat. Food is the only thing that would keep me distracted from him. The foodie in me is happy at my decision. I run to the kitchen and look for my mom’s famous chocolate chip cookies.

 

You can read the first part of this series, ‘Tamannah’ here- Love at first site 

Love At First Site

It had been a long week. The vacations after the exams are always boring. All I’v done this week is laze around. During the exams you have this huge list of things that you just can’t wait to do. And the day the exams finish, you realize that this list is pretty useless because you end up doing more than half of the thing written on it in just a day.

I’m lying on my bed looking up at the ceiling and all I think of is those eye’s. Those eye’s that just refuse to leave my mind.

I clearly remember the first time I saw them.

I  had called my best friend, Rashi. Her brother had recently got married and we two had gone crazy getting our pictures clicked. In our defense, we had put in a LOT of effort to get ready and getting good pictures of us clicked was the only redemption possible for all that hard work put into figuring out the rocket science behind the mascara and those eye shadows.

The pictures were due any day and we had been waiting for them with bated breath.

She picked up the phone on the first ring and literally screamed in my ear, “Tammmmmyyyyyy!!!”

I pushed the phone away from my ear and let her clear her vocal cords. I could hear her clearly despite the fact that the phone was a good 3 feet away from my ear.

When she calmed down I gingerly put the phone back to my ear to confirm that she is no more screaming.

“Why the hell are you screaming the house down you idiot?” I screamed back.

“The pictures are here”, she said.

“Whaaaaaaaat???”

Now I know why she had been so excited.

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes”, I told her.

I hurriedly brushed my teeth and took a quick shower. I found the first clean and ironed tee and jeans, put them on and tie my hair in a bun to avoid wasting time on brushing my hair.

Her house is two blocks away. I ran there as fast as I could.

She was waiting excitedly for me and we immediately got down to business. Forget the rest of the 500 guests that were there, we were busy sorting out our pictures.

Our pictures were fabulous. We couldn’t believe our eyes. We looked at each picture repeatedly and laughed at the funny poses we made for the camera.

When we finally got bored from looking at our pictures, we start going though the rest of them. Her brother’s fiancee looked great. I don’t know if it’s the make-up or a camera trick or if she really had that bridal glow.

Looking at other people made us realize how hungry we were. Rashi had gone into the kitchen to get something to eat and that was when that face came up on the screen.

I still remember that moment clearly. The moment when I first saw him.

Her brother is standing with some guy and smiling into the camera. This guy had the deepest brown eye’s I had ever seen. Almost like they were trying to hypnotize me.

This guy has such an infectious smile I could barely control myself from smiling.

“Who is this guy?” I asked Rashi as she came back carrying a tray of the most yummy looking scrambled eggs and toast.

That’s the thing about this girl. She’s an awesome cook.

“He’s my brother’s friend, Vivek . They were together in college. He’s working in London these days. He came here for the wedding for a couple of days.”

“Oh! I don’t remember seeing him here.” I said.

“How’s that possible? He was staying here with us and was present in all the functions.”

“Well, I so busy dancing and clicking pictures, I don’t think I noticed any other guest. And frankly with all those cocktails inside me, it was a miracle I noticed you!” I replied laughing.

I looked back at the picture. It seemed like those eye’s were pulling me towards them. I had shaken that thought away and had happily dug into the amazingly delicious scrambled eggs.

Today, nearly three m0nth’s after that day, I still can’t forget those eye’s. They refuse to leave my thoughts and everywhere I go, all I can think of are those eye’s….

Tamannah

Tamannah

 

Tamannah was my brain child when I was in high school. Tamannah, which means ‘desire’ in Hindi was the name I gave to the girl who was a fragment of my imagination. Her life was put together by me based on the incidents and stories that were around me.

She was the voice in my head, continuously giving me company when nobody else was there. A girl who lives in her own dreams and is least bothered about the world. Happy in her own world she is a mystery to most. Back in high school I never got much time to bring her out on paper. So i locked her away in some part of my brain, only to miss her now.

So today, years after passing out high school, I decided to bring her out in open.

A fictional series that would concentrate on this girl and her antics.

Hope you enjoy reading about her….