You're in my destiny!
Aarav has always disliked the rain because of the unusually long traffic and the dirty water logged streets that end up spoiling his mood in the rain. And that day was no different.
How can someone say that rain is beautiful?
He wondered always, whenever anyone around him glorified the beauty of rain. As he struggled with the unsually long traffic while driving to the airport, his cell phone bombarded with several text messages from Mallika, his girlfriend. The first one reads:
I know I am no longer important to you. You must be dating some bitch there.
Aarav and Mallika had a long-distance relationship since almost a year. Mallika stays in Mumbai although she hails from Kolkata. Aarav was invited as one of the guests in Mallika’s college carnival. Being the publisher of a reputed publishing house, he was asked to judge the debate intercollegiate competition. That is where he met Mallika, who was anchoring the show. Her gorgeous features, scintillating personality and effortless charm won his heart in a jiffy. They started dating and after Mallika completed her Masters, she headed to Mumbai for a lucrative job.
Aarav paid her a visit almost every month and today it was her birthday. He wanted to take the morning flight but an important meeting compelled him to take the evening flight.
He read the message with disgust and aversion. Their relationship was great only in the initial few months after which the crimson color and the sweet taste of the relationship faded, and in its place there was a black tinge of over possessiveness and the bitter taste of squabble. In the profound core of his being, Aarav knew that this relationship had been already dead, albeit he was not willing to admit it.
The moment you stop feeling calm with the person you love and instead, an invisible air of stress and tension grasps you, it means the relationship has already perished.
As Aarav contemplated about the enigma of relationships absent mindedly, his car almost bumped into an old day. A young girl thankfully pulled the old lady away from his car, which made the old lady lose her balance and fall down. Aarav got down from his car with guilt and repentance clearly written on his face.
He winced upon seeing that the old lady couldn’t stand on her own. She was injured badly and perhaps would have been hurt in a much more severe way had the young girl standing beside her wouldn’t have pulled her in the right time.
“You M.r! How could you be so careless? Such reckless driving!” The girl who was not more than twenty shouted at Aarav. It was drizzling and Aarav felt ashamed of his act. He removed his jacket and covered the old lady with it.
“Are you dumb?” The young girl snapped again.
Read the complete story here: http://reverieofpurba.blogspot.in/201...
How can someone say that rain is beautiful?
He wondered always, whenever anyone around him glorified the beauty of rain. As he struggled with the unsually long traffic while driving to the airport, his cell phone bombarded with several text messages from Mallika, his girlfriend. The first one reads:
I know I am no longer important to you. You must be dating some bitch there.
Aarav and Mallika had a long-distance relationship since almost a year. Mallika stays in Mumbai although she hails from Kolkata. Aarav was invited as one of the guests in Mallika’s college carnival. Being the publisher of a reputed publishing house, he was asked to judge the debate intercollegiate competition. That is where he met Mallika, who was anchoring the show. Her gorgeous features, scintillating personality and effortless charm won his heart in a jiffy. They started dating and after Mallika completed her Masters, she headed to Mumbai for a lucrative job.
Aarav paid her a visit almost every month and today it was her birthday. He wanted to take the morning flight but an important meeting compelled him to take the evening flight.
He read the message with disgust and aversion. Their relationship was great only in the initial few months after which the crimson color and the sweet taste of the relationship faded, and in its place there was a black tinge of over possessiveness and the bitter taste of squabble. In the profound core of his being, Aarav knew that this relationship had been already dead, albeit he was not willing to admit it.
The moment you stop feeling calm with the person you love and instead, an invisible air of stress and tension grasps you, it means the relationship has already perished.
As Aarav contemplated about the enigma of relationships absent mindedly, his car almost bumped into an old day. A young girl thankfully pulled the old lady away from his car, which made the old lady lose her balance and fall down. Aarav got down from his car with guilt and repentance clearly written on his face.
He winced upon seeing that the old lady couldn’t stand on her own. She was injured badly and perhaps would have been hurt in a much more severe way had the young girl standing beside her wouldn’t have pulled her in the right time.
“You M.r! How could you be so careless? Such reckless driving!” The girl who was not more than twenty shouted at Aarav. It was drizzling and Aarav felt ashamed of his act. He removed his jacket and covered the old lady with it.
“Are you dumb?” The young girl snapped again.
Read the complete story here: http://reverieofpurba.blogspot.in/201...
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