It was a boring Wednesday and it was the first time he saw her. Of
course he had heard about her, a lot. But none of the reasons had to be
discovered yet, thinking it always landed in a bin. He saw her approach
the aisle she was seated on; Take a
glance to the people around and stared at her as she got close to his couch. It
was the first time he got a whiff of her and she sure felt good. He silently watched as she glanced up and down the
track threw a pitiful look and silently muttered a thankful prayer remembering
GOD or gods.
Even as she was in the middle of his prayer, he felt himself being
lifted and put into her shopping cart. He was shocked and in short of thoughts!
He wouldn't call it the best moment in his life, no, not yet, he knew its just
the beginning and the dusk was still a miles away.
She was a muffin lover, a dark and sugar coated chocolate chip
muffin. Although she hated its brand name, Lotte choco, though it wasn't made
to feel its Great Value. Nobody in general, the young, the old, and the
middle-aged, could say no to her for the strong appealing style to carry
herself or may be the persona. She knew that even the ones who bloated with
pride about herself slowed down and stopped for a brief moment just to steal a
quick romantic glance at her. She always enjoyed that attention. After all, she
knew his life was a brief one, and a one that would end with a disgusting flush
down the drain in long memory lane.
She was a loud chatterbox with big eyes. It took her new roommates
three days to figure this out. Responsible, Matured, Extrovert and totally
freak outs type, an awful combination they had thought. She asked a lot of
questions. Well, asking questions was considered okay, after all, she had just
landed in the US of A. It was during these question-answer sessions that they
decided to break the news. Little did she realize that it
would be the last day she would be able to associate with it as a fond memory. They began with, “What do you
think of this country, surviving hare is really tough u know. Coming hare
is just a small thing. Everyday people are coming and going? And, Oh! They saw
her eyes widen with glee.
Many new things has been to be learned in the new country. She
used the electric cooker to make rice everyday. The cooker lid had a steam
vent, small hole through which even her little finger wouldn’t pass. Hated to
its core for making forcibly to it the staple diet.
One boring afternoon, she was at home, sitting at the dining table
busily punching into her keyboard of macbook preparing for her weekly assignment
as she saw her friend walk into the kitchen. She stared, aghast, as her
friend impulsively dropped the meal, causing the other bitches to seek refuge
at the nearest available flat. May the survival of the fittest has
arrived…even when u like it or not..Who cares !
It was 3 AM in the morning and she counted every minute down to
sunrise. She wanted to do everything a little away from usual today, trying to
feel happy and uplift the mood. She was smiling as she entered the store to
eat. Little options are only available so picked pizza for dinner with Iced
Mocha. Finally looked
around the house as she unlocked the door. she could not remember the last time
he was this nervous. His tension could possibly melt the chocolate chips
embedded in him.
She walked back into the kitchen and took a sip of the iced mocha.
She stopped thinking as it
washed down to where her soul found bliss. An abhorrence that was
equivalent to………..
"That night, she slept peacefully, without her ear-plugs."
PS:à…….dophar ho gaya hai aur tum abhi bhi so rahe ho…you have to go the market to bring groceries. Mom banged
on the door and when I woke up from long dream.
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