23 July 2014
Posted on Wednesday, July 23, 2014 by Manali Balsara
20 July 2014
It was past 7 in the evening and he did not realize it was 2 hours since he first saw her, it was time to reach his hotel for dinner which was more than an hour away. He got himself into a cab and reached his hotel. After eating a surreal Italian meal, he decided that the day after he will again try and visit her; the lady with a million dollar smile. So the next morning after completing his work formalities, he again found her when he visited the same street or to say she found him; again staring at her. He could not believe how someone could be so beautiful, with spotless skin and that enchanting smile; she sat there like an angel waiting to bless someone.
“In love with Mona Lisa and her smile.... “
Posted on Sunday, July 20, 2014 by Manali Balsara
14 July 2014
It was a dark night and Vrinda was running into narrow lanes of Chowringhee road while the crowd chose to become a mere audience. She again stopped to catch a breath, her lungs were about to explode, but she also knew that if she did not run today she will get caged forever.
As she stopped, she noticed a lodge at the end of the street, a perfect place to hide she thought to herself. The problem with life is what we think is seldom the reality.
She entered the old building, it was a lodge named "Lolita" , while in normal circumstances Vrinda would have never ever checked into such a place , now she was standing at the shady reception begging for a room to spend the night. The receptionist was a old man with soda glasses on , all he could see was a sweating Vrinda and and like him everyone around kept staring at her suspiciously.
She sat on the old bed which had unclean sheets on , and it was a total contrast to her ultra new attire which she was in. It was around 12am now and she was getting hungry but she chose not to open the room door for anyone. Her room was loaded with old furniture and a stinking bathroom, Vrinda didn't even have clothes to change into ; she made a note to herself to buy new clothes the other morning.
Vrinda was still scared, she looked at her wristwatch and realised it was 15 minutes past 2 am now, may be too late for them to follow her anymore. She did not even have her mobile phone with her to call someone close and inform , though actually she did not trust anyone in revealing her location at the moment. The window to the room faced a busy street , which at this time of the night was scarily quite. While she stood there thinking and re-thinking over the things that shook her life in the past few hours , she also started analysing if her running and hiding was sane. She was a strong girl after all , an 26 year old MBA in finance with a well paid corporate job, a loving family and a future to look forward to.
She could not sleep that night, It was as if restlessness was spread all over the room. The sun rose and lost in her own thoughts , Vrinda fell asleep on what was probably the oldest bed in kolkata.
The sun rose to its full beauty, the birds chirping outside was making the entire setup heavenly, when someone knocked the room door and it woke Vrinda up. Vrinda woke up jolted and scared, because she thought may be they found her. She moved closely towards the door which was being heavily knocked at and asked " Who's there ?" and the heavy voice on the other end replied
"Madam I am Ramu , the cleaner , I need to clean the room"
She had a sigh of relief and opened the door at one not realising that the world is full of smart and smarter people. To her astonishment they had found her , she was shocked that she could not run away even this time around.
Vrinda's family had found her, her cousin brothers and uncles running behind her the other night had found her and this made Vrinda more restless than anything.
It all started 2 years back when Vrinda's family decided that it was time for their daughter to tie the knot and settle down, while Vrinda had a weird fascination with love marriages; she was in no world ready to settle for an arranged marriage. This was the third time in a span of over 3 years that Vrinda has run away from her own wedding post her last minute realisation of how she should wait a little longer for the cupid to play his cards.
Vrinda's ideal partner might be waiting to fall in love with her even as her husband , but she wanted love to prosper in a different set up....
While running and chasing love, we somehow forget that love is a journey and it does not need a definite set up to exist. Its our own chase for love that makes it more unattainable and discreet. Either you get married and fall in love or fall in love and get married, doesn't matter; as long as you are in love for the rest of your lives.
Posted on Monday, July 14, 2014 by Manali Balsara
5 July 2014
Asif was clever but was mostly quiet and kept to himself. While his father had deserted them when he was just 3 years old , he did not have any memory of his father imprinted on his mind. All he remembered was his face , and which Asif wanted to forget someday. Asif's forgetfulness was not surprising to anyone anymore , it had become a habit. Inspite of his forgetfullness his mother was someone whom he could never forget.
Hours later , a maid entered the room and found Asif lying lifeless on the floor. He had suffered an heart attack , while his hands still holding the football tightly.
The neighbours could only mourn on his demise, while some appreciating his love for the game exclaimed -
" To be passionate about something at his age was commendable..... After all at 75 years of age people give up on living , and he gave his life to the game.... "
Fact is kids and super seniors are no different; they are passionate,they are loving and innocent in their own ways, you just need to acknowledge the fact.
Posted on Saturday, July 05, 2014 by Manali Balsara
29 June 2014
Posted on Sunday, June 29, 2014 by Manali Balsara
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