Bhanu... you know.. my affection towards you not at all influenced by lust...
She laughed.. nice, innocent laugh..
hmmn... you are philosophical nowadays.. some nut is loose some where..
She left to kitchen... I noticed the slight glare of happiness in the corners of her eyes...
I believed that everything in human life is one or other variation of one feeling... selfishness
hmmn... may be this girl is proving me wrong..
I was thinking... bhaanu's all actions have a touch of innocence...
bhanumathi... the name looked odd when I met her first time..
Snegithane... Snegithane... humming coming out from kitchen...
It didn’t have any resemblance to the original song... still I loved to hear that...
She sings like a kid...
Da... come here for a moment...
I went to kitchen.. suddenly she hugged me and buried her face on my shoulder..
Her eyes were watery .. da.. you know... this is the most valuable thing in my life... A shoulder where I can put all my problems...
Hmmn... this idiot also can be philosophical.. I laughed...
Love is a feeling of necessity... reproduction... love is the the fuel for engine of reproduction and propagation of hierarchy
Shoooo ... shut up!!!.. the book selfish gene... that really went in to your brain..., she kept finger on her lips...
Hmmn... I have to lock the book shelf and keep the key with me...
Earlier I tried to make a list of things that she values most in life.. I felt it is funny... but later I realized those are important
Sachin..., is the issue fixed? Sound of my manager wake me up...
Ha.. it is fixed and checked in .. I came to the real world.. it is 3 AM in the morning..
Outside it is snowing.. Some vehicles are still there on the road with yellow eyes..
The city never sleeps..
Blurred view of the city.. just like my life...
She laughed.. nice, innocent laugh..
hmmn... you are philosophical nowadays.. some nut is loose some where..
She left to kitchen... I noticed the slight glare of happiness in the corners of her eyes...
I believed that everything in human life is one or other variation of one feeling... selfishness
hmmn... may be this girl is proving me wrong..
I was thinking... bhaanu's all actions have a touch of innocence...
bhanumathi... the name looked odd when I met her first time..
Snegithane... Snegithane... humming coming out from kitchen...
It didn’t have any resemblance to the original song... still I loved to hear that...
She sings like a kid...
Da... come here for a moment...
I went to kitchen.. suddenly she hugged me and buried her face on my shoulder..
Her eyes were watery .. da.. you know... this is the most valuable thing in my life... A shoulder where I can put all my problems...
Hmmn... this idiot also can be philosophical.. I laughed...
Love is a feeling of necessity... reproduction... love is the the fuel for engine of reproduction and propagation of hierarchy
Shoooo ... shut up!!!.. the book selfish gene... that really went in to your brain..., she kept finger on her lips...
Hmmn... I have to lock the book shelf and keep the key with me...
Earlier I tried to make a list of things that she values most in life.. I felt it is funny... but later I realized those are important
Sachin..., is the issue fixed? Sound of my manager wake me up...
Ha.. it is fixed and checked in .. I came to the real world.. it is 3 AM in the morning..
Outside it is snowing.. Some vehicles are still there on the road with yellow eyes..
The city never sleeps..
Blurred view of the city.. just like my life...
You should improve on the narration as characters are unknown so it is difficult for the reader to picture the scene.
ReplyDeleteGood daa..
ReplyDeleteI was your room mate when you wrote this story and I do remember when you discussed this with me... but its really your artistic imagination which created a reformed it into such a nice short story...
But I do agree what Zanil Hyder told....
Keep it up...
Nice story, especially the twist in it at last saying that was just a dream... m waiting for your next blog.
ReplyDeleteNice one :) there is something! in this story !!
ReplyDeleteOne of my school teacher had told me that a short story by definition should have set of characters, a set of events and one or more inference. So the shortest short story of the world goes like this --Two men were travelling in a train. One asked the other "Have you seen ghost". The other said "No" and he disappeared.--
ReplyDeleteOver the years this trend has changed. Modern short stories allows people think about the characters, how Bhanu might look like, what could be the height of her, Is the author here representing the other character, is it his real life experience. If not, how well he has imagined!
Certain inferences are difficult to imagine for the reader. Only the writer can experience that. Like for ex. How can his life be blurred like blurred view of city, all because his affection towards Bhanu is not (at all ) influenced by lust.