Beyond 'S'

“So many books, when will I get time to read all of them”, I thought. “A story lurking at every corner of the store”, I said to myself picking up a Gabo. A lady was standing beside me, gave a stare, the one that said, “Were you just talking to yourself” and I smiled. “Hi”, I waved at her. She waved back. “Advaith”, I said. “Snighda” She picked a book, I couldn’t notice the cover and then she moved to seating area. She was pretty, not so tall, long hair in short the general characteristics of a beautiful woman. I carried my Gabo and sat opposite to her. “Do you like Marquez works?” she asked. “Yeah, actually I do. The way he develops and presents the story is very intriguing” “I’ve read one of his books” “Which one” “Love in the time of Cholera” “Haven’t read that” “Ok” “By the way, what do you do?” “I’m a dentist. You?” “I’m a writer. Someday you might see some books of mine” “Ah, writer… What do you write??” “Anything that comes to my mind- The conver...

I was staring at the wall, a photo frame which said “Medicine is my lawful wife and literature my mistress; when I get tired of one, I spend the night with the other” I was thinking about the quote trying to figure out the reason as to why was it hanging there? Suddenly the doctor walks in holding her schedule, she fails to notice me and rushes to her chair. She looks at me, “What the fuck!!” I have a smile on my face because that’s exactly what I was expecting. She looks into her schedule file, “Mr. Darcy 9-5” she reads it out. “You’re nowhere to be seen for a year and show up at my clinic doing dramatic things like this, asshole” “Yeah, I’ve been busy and you got married. Congratulations”, we hug each other. “It’s almost time to wish happy anniversary and you’re congratulating for my wedding. I’m pissed at you; Didn’t even attend my wedding, ass. You couldn’t wait for one day huh!!” “C’mon you know it. I’ve explained you a million times, the reason. By the way you’ve turned...

“Kya lik rahi ho?? Koi kahaani ??” “Hmm” “Kya kahaani??” “Bas kahaani hai” “Ladka hai kahaani mein??” “Hmm” “Aur ek ladki?” “Hmm” “Dono pyaar karte hai ek doosre se??” “Nahi” “Dono pyaar mein padne waalein hai??” “Pata Nahi” *** I was shivering as I waited, staring at the mountain at a distance. I was up early and the sun was making a grand entry. I didn’t know whether people had noticed this, was I the first one to be seeing it? It was so beautiful, but no one was present to savour the moment. I wasn’t waiting for this picturesque occasion myself, I just happen to be up early and glance at the mountains. As the red hot ball spread its colors onto the sky by making it more and more visible to my eyes, the birds began chirping and there was a spread of excitement in the nature. Maybe I was on the verge of making a discovery, the perfect place to observe the perfect sunrise. I made a note of it in my journal. I was in Darjeeling to attend a wedding, a colle...

Summer, the only time they visited their granny’s place. This was her last summer vacations. Riddhima had completed her course in psychology and was setting foot into the world as a professional, right after this summer. This wasn’t surely Rhea’s last summer vacation, as she had still three years of her architecture left. She was excited as all cousins from Kolkata were coming too, this time. She and her sister were on a drive with no dad or mom, which was the case usually. They were almost in Udupi and just about another half an hour drive left. They were both sick of sitting for more than an hour driving through the partly constructed roads, taking diversions and honking huge trucks and swift moving buses. *** “Did you keep the charger and camera??” Rhea remembers all of a sudden, being the younger one. “You remember now, huh?? I did keep the charger and why camera? You’ve kept the Ipad in the bag, right?” Riddhima said honking and driving past a couple of rickshaws. “Yea...