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21 October, 2010

The Rainy Day of Love!




After five years she saw him again today in a similar rain dipped afternoon that they used to spend their dating days in. Crystal droplets of rain that wash clear all the dust-laden ‘things’ had been doing the same to their emotions and amalgamating their souls it seemed from eternity.
She pondered over as rain beat against the lonely roof with all its noisy ferocity...
Is it destined they come across each other when it rained or when one came upon the other it rained to felicitate the occasion?
But before she could reach the safe banks of any conclusion, the flood of past memories washed her down to the path of no return.
She saw herself back at the milestone as though she was never gone.

Sushant looked just as handsome as he did when they first met...the same chocolaty boyish disarming charm, the ease n sophistication of casual mannerism, pink as though lipstick-kissed puckered lips against his fair cheeks with silken wavy hair flirtishly covering a part of his forehead.
His eyes though a little deeper now, as if laden with grinding thoughts, had somehow lost the innocent mischief that used to perpetually play there.
His five feet eight inches frame could have passed off as just another face in the crowd had God in all his magnanimity, not bestowed on him the gift of gab by which he could convince anyone of the impossible and ended up being surrounded by drooling females.
He still would pass off as a fresher in college she thought and not as a thirty something soon-to-be father.

Ameesha had kept a tab on his life even though their ways had parted...not that she consciously wanted to stalk his existence but when someone somewhere mentioned the name of the renowned businessman Sushant, her ears would stand up a little more than usual.
They say first love is the hardest to get over and Ameesha had convinced herself of the accuracy of this theory.
Despite all the pretence of having moved on, she knew her life hung around him like tiny leaves clinging on to the tendril, in a terrible fear of being driven to the unknown by the wanton wind.
She clung to his memories as though her life depended on them.

It had been a weird kinda feeling when she had heard five years ago that he was getting married and that the girl was an extraordinarily pretty Punjabi kudi. Part of her that loved him n his happiness so dearly from years, had been happy for he was getting what he always wanted-a pretty girl to show off by her arm. Part of her pined n ached in envy that burnt her insides and charred her peace for days.

And after that they had not met...lived in different cities and their paths had never crossed.
But now when she was back home and as though conspiringly he appeared before her eyes like a mystical fantasy materialising irresistibly and within hurried seconds they had decided to meet again.
And she was leaving that evening for the States...
Was it fate that brought him to her just before she was to go away forever?

 She had spent many a rain soaked days sitting at the French window of her palatial abode remembering him.
They suited each other like the plug fits the socket for lack of a better allegory!
They hit off the day they were introduced...she was eighteen and the eighteenth girl*in the twenty one years of his eventful life* that he was trying to seduce into being his girlfriend.
He would tell her unabashedly and she would laugh at all the dumb blond-ish kinda lasses who fell for him...until that is she joined their ranks and got super convinced that she was made of the fabric that altered the indulgent hearts!

They were crazy about each other...he would follow her school bus just to catch a glimpse of her...or on a holiday visit her home and ring the bell on the pretext of asking an address. He would call every hour and be restless when he didn’t hear her voice. She filled up his loneliness and he filled up her senses like a mountain in spring time.

Ah! She remembered how he so wanted her to come to his big birthday celebration and she could not...he left his own party and was missing for an hour during which he had parked his car at a lonely corner and was talking to her over the newly introduced mobile phones spending almost forty bucks a minute on the call.
He cried, laughed, thought, felt and lived with and for her.

She smiled at the thought.
Then she sighed at another that why couldn’t she get over him despite five years coming in between them.
Why could she still feel his fingers on her arms and even their gentle press?
How could his smell fill up her senses still?
It was as though his lips never parted from hers and as she rolled her tongue over hers, she thought she tasted him all over again.

They say life ain’t a fairy tale and ‘happily ever after’ she now believed was the dumbest phrase ever coined.
For three years he was wrapped around her fingers and danced upon her whims until a pretty young thing got him to stray.
He was caught with the temptress by a mutual friend in the empty flat that belonged to his father, where Ameesha herself had spent many a love drenched moments of complete abandon with him.
Hearts that were addicted to each other trembled at the rude shaking of the foundation yet continued to beat for they knew no other way except to heave for each other.

Within a year she accepted her parents’ decision and got engaged to their choice.
He called...said she should have told him!
She heard him in silence!
Also heard that he banged his car into an electric pole the next day but she had committed and given her word.
He had his chance n blew it.
She didn’t know then that what she thought was her parting gift of torture to him with a sense of irreparable loss, would become an unbearable ache of life for her.

Her deep sighs would have been audible had battering rain not eaten them up.
Closing the leaves of the book of reminiscences, she got up from the chair.
Ameesha walked across to the other end of the table to the love of her life.
She put her fingers lovingly against the flaccid face of Sushant, the deepest of peaceful sleep spreading across his pallor.

Sushant would never be able to cheat on her again.
Sushant would never be able to bed another woman.
Sushant would never rise again.
He lay there dead before her and she stood there dead before him!

Death is so liberating, na?
Washes away the entire wrath you feel for someone.
Suddenly she felt love again for him after just moments ago of uncontrollable hatred.

She stacked away the poison bottle in her purse and cleaned the coffee mugs.
She looked around his same flat to dig up any traces of her that still remained.
The flat still looked very much the same as it did so many years ago.
Abandoned, not really furnished...away from the civilization and probably used as a den by his father and him to bring unsuspecting vulnerable souls there and crush them for life.
That’s why they never kept any servants or care-takers there.
Probably the wives didn’t even know of the existence of that house of doom.
Would anyone even discover his body?
Funny she thought that she should still think of his interest.

Funny he should ask her to meet him here, where his acts had terminated all relations that existed between them!
Funny he should coldly mock at how childish she was to hold one act of straying against him for life!
Funny how he should selfishly propose they sleep together once before she goes away forever!

Guilt is such an infectious thing!
And lack of it- even more contagious!

He was going to have a baby, she had thought for a split second.
But she could never manage to have one with her husband for she could never dig up any love for him, as Sushant had drained her of any vestiges of the same.
What goes around should come around too, right?

Ameesha hauled up his lifeless body to the French window of that two-storied flat and similar such windows adorned every room of her wedded home as they had always reminded her of him.
This French window would perhaps bring an end to this all!

She heaved him up full length, kissed him one last time and sent his body staggering down on the water blanketing the cemented floor of his weed- adorned backyard.
The boisterous rain gobbled up any thump that could have been immediately discovered and anyways the house was forgotten enough for anyone to realize for a couple of days even if dinosaur eggs breathed to life there.

Good thing she had insisted to take a cab to the flat.
Good thing she had found rat poison in the shelves of the coffee counter of that almost haunted house, before the flame of wrath in her could be simmered.
Good that he had admitted she was just another feather in his cap.
Good thing that all good things come to an end.

Good...bad...evil...divine...love...hate...guilt...isn’t it all relative?
Ameesha rushed outside to the waiting cab to take her to the airport.
It was time to go away...
Isn’t ‘the end’ always a beginning of something else?





47 comments:

A said...

Very nice ! Last sentence is the perfect ending

Shady said...

You are a better writer , what happened ? A nice plot but with gaping holes , she came all the way to the lonely flat and suddenly she finds rat poison and she mixes it in the coffee ? so the murder was spur of moment what caused that ?

Well you are a good mush writer and a real bad Murder mystery writer :D

Bikramjit Singh Mann said...

Suruchi My god this seems so I dont have wrods I am speechless here ..

Such things happen in life and they are quiet common , people get into a realtion for the FUN of it and then once things go haywire no one bothers to rectify

Just one fone call , one word can make a difference but we are so very much living in this ego life that we dont do it

We spoil a relation because of our own shortcomings , whose fault what fault is always on the mind , we forget the good times we had , with the constant nag of people around us telling us what is right and wrong.. and then in one rash decision we spoil it all ALL OF IT and then repent over it

I still feel if there is a question which asked WHEN is THERE A GOOD TIME TO BREAK A RELATION .. my answer the that is always NEVER...

Two people meet , if they love each other then the rest doesnot matter its later on in stage or time that you sit and think but by then its all gone ...

Lovely story and yeah end is always a beginning of something ele but then IT IS ALSO THE END of what could have been ... thats what is sad and such things are always there in the back of the mind and the constant pain is there .. always


Bikram's

Tanvi said...

Oh! Another heart wrenching story!

"Good thing that all good things come to an end." Resonated with me ... !

Oh! The days of love and heart break. I am kinda glad they are over! :P

pRasad said...

Never expected this kind of post from you..the one involving revenge and death...Afterall, used to your posts about "Love"..:))..mind those double quotes :D.

hey ..but honestly, I could not complete till the end..lost interest after death part..but I am sure this post must much more interesting than my super boring posts for which I keep wondering why some people like (You read my post right??..at least I assume so..hehe)..

Cinderella said...

Su. You're better than this. Try this one more time. I agree with Shady.

rainboy said...

hmmm nice but not as lovely as your humorous posts.
Though you are steps ahead of few I know :)

Next time I want a post with your ' humor tadka'

take care
V

Neeha said...

I love the way you phrase the words...But suruchi,the ending is painful...N the last sentence means a lot..

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

killing was not necessary, I think.
There are other forces in nature that work more properly.

Still, a gripping story.

Sakshi said...

OMFG I read the entire thing with my mouth hanging open.. and I had goosebumps too! AWESOME!

♥ Chocolate lover ♥ said...

nice nice ^^

Shayon said...

And I will never be able to love again!

Ria said...

Really well written. Liked the narration a lot.

nOt anyone you know said...

YOU USED SOME ONE-LINERS THAT I LOVED... =D
it went well with me...likes it. =)

Devil Incarnate... said...

Very well written, liked the narration, very expressive..though its vry sad one.. bt loved the last line.. :)
happy weekend dear..!

Madhu said...

Boy! Did u write so well??

Everythin good or bad has to come to an end someday..dont u think so??

But at the end of it what wehave to learn is the art of letting it go..

suruchi said...

Hi A,
Thanks for liking the post...
Makes the mass murder done to it in subsequent comments, easier to bear:-)

suruchi said...

Hi Shady,
Offo...aapko bola analysis karo mere post ka...aapne to cruel n dusht sa post mortem kar diya..boo hoo...
We’ll celebrate your birthday from this year as “World Cruelty Day”
Hehe...

Thank you for your honesty...
There go my mystery writer dreams in the drain n that Sherlock Homes hat...soch rahe hoon kisko charity mein doon;-)

The mockery n complete indifference of the loved one brought her to a sudden fit of mad wrath...
She centered her life around him and for him she was just another girl he wanted to bed...
That crushed all the pity or emotions she felt..

Waise aap mereko milo next time coffee pe...batate hoon;-)

suruchi said...

Hi Biky,
I hope being speechless means you being impressed Biky...
Baaki sab to bore hoke speechless ho gaye;-)

I also agree that such things happen...
It is easy to get rid of any kind of guilt or moral scruples when you get hurt beyond redemption
And love is something that surpasses all emotions, relations n other stuff in life!

Awww...I know that “love” is a raw nerve with you..
But then some ends are meant to be n god to get rid of if we want something better to start:-)
Thank you for liking this post...
Mereko laga tha meine bada he breakthrough twist laya hain story mein...
But yahan to story ke @#$%^ ho gaye;-)

suruchi said...

Hi Tanvi...
I started with the intension of making it a poignant or ironic one...it ended up being a murder mystery meets romantic mush and becoming a clash of the titans;-)

And the days of love n heart breaks are never over;-)

suruchi said...

Hi pRasad,
Haha...was trying to break the mould...
After all if Rajnikant can do romance, why can’t I write murder n revenge?
*bad allegory...pata hain...recently Robot dekhi n the bad hangover kinda persists*

And I read your posts because
1. They are light n cute
2. You are light n cute;-)

So never mind if you could not complete it...waise bhi zyaada he lambi ho gaye the...
Maybe next time I won’t disappoint you:-)

suruchi said...

Hi Cin,
Thank u for your honesty sweetheart...
I know...I started with the intention of making it a sad love story where the lovers mil kar bhi nahi mil paate...
Pata nahi what happened in between n stupid stupid murder idea came in between...
And you know what, for a moment there I was actually proud that I have created a super duper twist in the tale:/

I need to reconsider my own evaluation skills now:/

suruchi said...

Hi Rainboy...
Such a cute way of saying what you said:-)
Brought a huge smile on my face

Abhi humour ko dhoondh kar phir se lana padega...
Hope next time is better:-)

suruchi said...

Hi Neeha,
Thank you for stopping by...
Yup, some love stories are a pain in ‘you know where’...
Love is so myriad, I thought let me try a different version...
And the last sentence was meant to leave one with a thought...maybe like a horrible thought of a sequel...hehe

Glad you liked it:-)

suruchi said...

Hi Blasphemous Aesthete,
Yup..killing was not necessary...
As a rational thinking individual, I would feel the same way too...
But for someone who has centred her life for almost ten years around a person and even distance could not simmer her down, the rejection n rude shattering of all that she considered as the only precious thing in her life...is sometimes enough to draw someone insane for a momentary uncontrollable flash:-)

Thank you for appreciating:-)

suruchi said...

Hi Sakshi,
Thank you so much.
You find it awesome n some don’t...
Leaves me very confused...
But I am so glad that at least you did:-)




Hey Shayoooooooooooon...
Long time..
I had almost given up hope on ever seeing you here again:-)
N don’t u worry...you’d love n live to tell us all:-)

suruchi said...

Hi Ria n Choco,
Thanks guys...
Feels so awesome to have loyal followers who love you despite it all...
Big hugs:-)

suruchi said...

Hey NAYK,
Yiy yiy...you noticed, you noticed...
See that’s why I tell Weirdo that you are a very sensible gurl:-)

My personal fav was when I said that guilt can be infectious n lack of guilt even more contagious...
At the risk of sounding super pompous...I thought I was brilliant there;-)
Hehe...thank you:-)

suruchi said...

Hi DI,
I am so glad I wrote that last line...
So many of you have loved that:-)
Thank you dear n here’s wishing u a super awesome weekend too:-)

suruchi said...

Hi Mady,
I am glad you liked it.
Lately I have become unsure of my writings myself...
It takes me a while to ponder whether it is good enough or not!

And ending is as natural in a cycle of life as beginning is:-)
And letting go is sometimes the hardest...
Good n bad times don’t last...but the wrangling of them in our mind is worse than it all!:-)

♫ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♫ ayu ♫ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♫ said...

..i was speechless...actually you write really well that sometimes i lost in your words..the usage of words are pretty deep for my low vocab. but i really like the downpour of emotions and how realistic you portray this brilliant story ^^

RE:@suruchi: haha~ well..its really a diff. world when you are in college..and when you are out of it..im sure ill be missing it after graduation..haha..that's two years from now though~~ >.<

Jack said...

Suruchi,

I am left speechless by the sudden twist. I must say very well narrated and leaves one in deep thought at the ending sentence.

Take care

malpani.!! said...

Seriously !... write a book...
Like now..!!.. u are way better than the so called upcoming authors who come up with the so called best sellers..!! so seriously.. write a book.. like now!!!!!

Sameera said...

Aawww.. Awesome :)
Loved it... :)

Miles Of Style said...

lovely...touching..heartwrenching...poignant!

nOt anyone you know said...

See that’s why I tell Weirdo that you are a very sensible gurl:-)

you have to tell him that?? =|
he to gone!

it is high time he knew THAT I AM SENSIBLE =|

oh that i loved and the other one that i really liked was:

Death is so liberating, na?
Washes away the entire wrath you feel for someone.

i noticed =P =D

bliss said...

powerful emotions like love can often yield powerful actions. love and hatred are not much different, they almost coexist cuz its only those who can love dearly who are capable of hating.
hi, i am not new to your blog. i have been here to view your posts many times before but this is the first time i actually had something to say. it was a great story. kinda thought provoking :)

suruchi said...

Hi Ayu,
Thank u so much...that’s a lot of praise for me today*smiling from some cloud nine:-)*
I thought I used simple words...now that u say it...maybe not.
Will try to make it simpler next time:-)

And yes...I do miss being in college seeing all your awesome college pics...
Here’s wishing u continue to have a blast;-)

suruchi said...

Hi Jack,
Wow...finallyyyyyy someone’s impressed by the twist in the tale...
I was almost going to give up on me as another RAMGOPAL VERMA in the making...who thinks he did a shocker but no one gets shocked enough:-)

Thank you so much:-)

suruchi said...

Hey Malpani,
Seriously...I will...as soon as I get a story n the motivation to actually n seriously sit down to write...
Abhi lagta hain woh seriousness aaye he nahi...
Also the fear that I will not be able to sustain the interest beyond a few pages....

Most of the times that I have tried fiction, it has not really gone down well...
But you are such a sweetheart and the comment makes me wanna try again:-)
Like now...
:-)
Thank you:-)

suruchi said...

Hi Sameera n hey Persis,
Thank u sweethearts...
I am so glad I managed to entertain at least with my fiction:-)

suruchi said...

Haha
NAYK,
...Don’t blast the poor guy...he’s anyways half the time dazed at why he’s having women troubles...let’s not add to them;-)
And what I meant was that we AGREE on that:-)
Thank u for noticing...
Notice karne ke liye bhi depth chahiye hote hain...
*let’s raise our collars*
;-)

suruchi said...

Hi Bliss,
You said it so well what took me a post to explain...
Hate n love are interchangeable...
Becoz both require passion...
If you can passionately love then you can passionately hate too...

Thank you for being around n bigger thank you for commenting this time...I am kinda greedy when it comes to comments...
The more they appear...the broader becomes my smile:-)
See you around:-)

Wanna said...

The intrigue remains - was it chocolate or vanilla flavored rat poision?
Was the coffee a latte or a decaf?
Was there milk or cream in it?
Was it regular sugar or 2 pellets of sugar free?

pls to be ungoging me :P

Mani Lalwani said...

nice read.. firm grip over the storyline...........

p.s. - I guess I should read it once again 4 a better understanding...

p.p.s - dont know y but I am always found reading blogs a night before every end term exam. gonna be screwed tomm. amen ! :P

Mani Lalwani said...

read it over again. Its good ........ :)


P.S. - Sometimes it's nice to be told that you are appreciated, loved, and beautiful; for no reason at all except to make you smile, Isn't it ? :p *sheepish laughter* (hehe kidding)

Mani Lalwani said...

someone is too busy to reply.. huh ? :p

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