hey all... am new to this group... and here goes my first story.. please bear grammatical errors as i am not that good at writing.. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WAITING FOR YOU.: unlike every day, i woke up at the very first ring of my alarm, or better to say, i hadnt slept the previous night. I fiddled my mobile and read all the 203 texts she last sent me. i felt strong redolence of life in those messages... but i knew that was just something i always feel to finge her presence. Soon with the raising sun, i reached the secundrabad station, cause i knew she would definitely come to me at least this time. ----------- attention please! vishakapatnam ( city in AP) to Hyderabad jane wali Janmabhoomi express platform no.1 par... she gathered all her luggage and stepped forward on hearing the announcement. sashi! Be careful! Dont stand at the door dad! dont alight the train unnecessarily, dont talk to strangers. daad! call after you reach there, i already had talked to chaitra DAAD! Sashi! This is the first time you are going alone dont you know that we are worried about you her mom caressed her hair. uff she rolled her eyes, meanwhile the train reached the platform with jet speed and like wise her excitment too vapourised with jet speed on seeing it. a chair carrr? she frowned haan! best and secure.. her dad reasoned. godd! Disgusting! she boarded the train. How filthy be the Indian systems! How irksome be the Indian parents but the time the Indian youth spend reveling would always be there. She was all excited about spending coming hours without her too conservative parents to goad her and to restrict her. The train started to chug and her father was happy to see her safe stuck between the window and a swarthy women in mid thirties. Soon she dozed off because of the beautiful chime of the train. An Hour later she was back to her senses with a burly arm prodding hers. she rubbed her eyes and saw a guy with fully built hard body wearing sleeve less t-shirt revealing his skull tattoo on his arm, busy smoking with his chums. What that she hate most about men was, smoking! That too in public place! the responsible citizen sleeping in her woke up all of sudden and she almost yelled at them dont you have manners? Cant you see that children and aged are here she poked her nose in their issue. As told, based on their evilish appearances they 4 could be figured out to be rich brats. Soon after listening to her voice 4 pairs of lecherous orbs turned towards her. uh..oh! she shuddered and looked around.. but no one were even noticing her problem. It was then she first saw him. He stretched his hand towards her winking. archana am sorry baba! please come na! Uh-oh! Guys am sorry ! Actually shes my concern. We had a fight.. Thats what she was all angry about he said when they were bullying her. Even though she wondered at a stranger talking to him like that, she didnt let that feeling play on her face. She silently shifted herself to his side. He kept on blabbering to her till the 4 brats alighted the train in the next station. All the while she watched him keenly, he was in his mid 20s wearing chocolate brown tank top on light brown shirt, his eyes were so black and lustrous, ofcourse deep enough that one could lost swimming in them. His fair complexion and his sclupted sharp nose made him look impeccable. ------ i met someone! i got the first text ------ uh! Maam! am really sorry. I just wanted to save you. By the way i am kiran he apologized while introducing himself. no no! In fact i should thank you! am sashi.. they kept on chitchatting even after the 4 brats alighted the train as she never shifted her place again.. Whatever she felt something new that she never felt when she talked to others. ----- my heart is singing its own song of its own tune got the 54th text ----- soon they had their lunch together and kiran left to the loo.. Sashi, when skimming the things she caught sight of a red dairy. She opened it quickly and skimmed the pages. i would long for 1000 lives to live with you and 10000 of deaths to meet you she read the lines on the first page. caught you red handed kiran said, standing at the seat winking at her. oh..am..sorry..actually.. she stammered. thats nothing personal He smiled are you in love.! Uh.. i mean your writings are pretty awesome.. What are you. A student, doctor, engineer, teacher, writer? she posed! uh! Actually.. We focus on altering structures through revolutionary means and changing the society by changing the value systems.he said in single breath. please tell me in a language that i can understand. she sniffed. He smiled and wrote NAXAL on her palm. NAXAL??? she yelled in panic on reading what that written on her palms, dragging all the attention of the co-passengers. He felt their weird looks. eww! Keep your voice low...he pressed his palm against her mouth preventing her from screaming. you scared? he asked. ------ mystery holds :-> got the 87th text. ------ they sat in silence for the next 10 minutes. those writings are not for a girl.. But for my loving brother! he broke the eerie silence. she turned in surprise towards him. He continued staring at his dairy in his hands. mine was a poor, small family yet a happy family till my brother got arrested by the police suspecting him to be the conduit for naxals. He was beaten to death in the name of interrogation. My parents.. Their poor souls couldnt resist his death, they too left the world soon after him. I was left all alone in this atrocious society.. When i got a call., i decided, sometimes its better to follow the destiny than to follow dreams and desires.he paused to breath and continued. I joined the naxals. Just that to stop the same thing happening to others he sniffed as a lone tear escaped his eye. She pressed her palm on his arm in concolence. ----- god is ruthless got the 112th text. ----- she was no more scared of him.they grew even more closer. There was not even a second they stopped talking at least to breath. They grew comfortable with each other with every passing seconds, hours flew just like the trees and bushes sped past the train. ------ am in love! Dont know about him got the 202 nd text. ------ Clock struck 7:30 pm and the train reached secundrabad station. All the passengers alighted the train and i spotted my cute little angel, my sister, sashi...in white salwar kameez, talking to a guy. I witnessed him giving a dairy to her and bidding adieu to her. akkaa.!(telugu way of calling elder sister )She spotted me as soon as the guy started walking away and came to me running, hugging... We were lost talking to each other and didnt notice what that happening on the platform.. Fraction of seconds after the train left the platform, when the commuters were busy walking hastily. Suddenly the crowd dissolved and 6 police men circled him. sashi.. Is he... the guy you told me about? i pointed the guy circled by the police. godd! No... sashi ran to him in panic, shocked and hugged him breaking the circle. In the time of blink., 3 pairs of guns 2 rounds of shots and 12 bullets perforated their bodies. making their souls unite. They fell on the floor at a distance of 4 cubits apart, unable to bare the force of the bullets. sashis hand, still holding his. There they laid in the pool of blood. She witnessed him stopping to breath. A lone tear rolled her eye as she closed her eyes. Sashis heart stopped beating. An eerie silence occupied the station, that one could hear the flipping sound of pages.. Yes! The dairy in her hand fell down drenched in blood and turned to the last page. first note i was writing for a girl. I dont know that it could happen in hours of companionship. But, it happened to me! if that happens to you too.. Ill be waiting here next evening. read the last page. ------ 17-jan-2010 Secundrabad/Hyderabad.: reports says that a naxal in undercover operation was nabbed by the police but in the occasion of makar sankranti and security issues, police had shot him to death at spot, taking his acts into account. Another girl sashi(22) was also killed on suspicion. Read the local news paper next morning. ------ 16-jan-2014. clock struck 7:30 pm and janmabhoomi express was on the platform. I meticulously scanned each and every passenger who had alighted the train. But there was no sign of sashi. An hour passed but she still hadnt shown up! I read the 203rd text of hers akka! am waiting here on 16-Jan-2010 at 7:53 pm i looked around as her voice and the bullet sounds reverberated in my mind. sashi! Even am too waiting for you i texted her with moist eyes to which i knew i would never get a reply. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Thank you all for stopping by and reading even though it was a bit too long.... What i believe is writers here are no less than professionals so please do kindly leave a suggestion in comments as i need it and your suggestions are too valuable to shape this short story even more for making sashi of this story get what she deserves... #kavs
Posted on: Thu, 10 Apr 2014 07:01:58 +0000
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