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THE FORSAKEN MAD MAN

On the streets of the old bazaar, there sat a man  in rags. Every time I passed by , he smiled and looked away. Neither was he handsome nor was he wealthy. Still I thought about him. Why would anyone wait on streets for years together ?  I  had seen him there since I was a kid.
An autumn morning , I heard he passed away. On the street. No one heard his  dying words. No one offered him gangajal or tulsi. He died unmourned , un-noticed. The bazaar still smelt of spices and perfume.
Years later, I heard his story. From an antique woman. In his prime, the man was a successful merchant. He had a comfortable home and a lovely wife. One  morning, his wife was on her way to the temple on the hillock. A raging earthquake hit the city and razed the hillock to ground. The lovely wife was lost, never to be found. May be she had died , buried under the rubble.
The merchant  never lost hope. Gradually he began to live on the street, hoping that his lovely wife would return. Gradually, he lost his…

THE WORDLESS PARAMOUR - PART 2

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He woke up with anightmare. She was fast asleep. He gazed at her – she had a tranquil look in sleep. He moved forward , remembered something and took her palm in his hands. Softly , so as not to awaken her, he tracedhis nameon her palm with his fingers. A cherubic smile spread across her face.That set him thinking. Why hadn’t he known it much before ?She had to be the one.
Nothingcould happen , he believed. He was already engaged. To someone else. She wasn’t the woman who could break a home. Then how on earthare they together ?He wondered.He fell in love with her. Unbelievably. When ? Was it when she stood on the sands and said “ I do not believe in soul mates ”? Or was it whenhe had spoken his mind to her ?  Told her that she deserved better people in her life. Or was it at that precise moment when they discovered that their mothers were best friends ever ? Or was it when they realized they had met before –in infancy ?
Maybe it was none of it. Or maybe it was all of i…

THE WORDLESS PARAMOUR

She  stood in front of him , without uttering a word.  He is here.  Her mind refused to register this simple fact. He cannot be here.  He was supposed to be gone . Forever. To another land. With another woman.

 He preferred silence. He could not bring himself to speak. He had dumped his fiancĂ©e. Given up his mercenary dreams. He  felt it  was necessary to stay back. With her . For her. Forever.
 Neither of them  said anything. They were reading each others’ minds. Trying to decipher silences.  Suddenly  the lights went out. A storm grew out of nowhere. She gave him way to come in. He  rushed in with urgency. She went to fetch a candle. He  hastily shut the windows to prevent the rains from lashing  into the house .
After  she came back , he said , " Did you have your dinner yet  ? "  She replied , concealing a smile, " Now that you are here , why don’t you join me in  ? "  He quietly followed her  into the kitchen , knowing that  things were  right – just  as  they …

A TIME CALLED NOW

Did you say you love me ?
I’m glad you did. But …. I always have questions. I have more questions  than love for you. Yes, I am skeptic. Of  love in general.
Will you love me if I do not love you back ?  Will you wish me well if I choose to walk out your life ?  Will you love me if I  treat you badly ?  I  have more faults than anyone else you  know. What  made you  “love” me was  the  good  side of me. I  have a bad side too. You might have a glimpse of it. Would you still love me ? 
I  am not  some princess or some  fairy. I  am very much ordinary. With my share of vices , faults and mistakes . 
If you still  love me, let me know. I would like  to meet you.  At  a time called now.