All the memories came flooding to her.
Their’s was a very difficult relationship.
Every one said it won’t work out. Even he said that. But she thought otherwise.
Everyday she used to write love letters to him. And she used to type them in different fonts. But she always saved them. How she wishes now that she gave them to him instead. She wrote 27 letters, but…
She got all the letters printed and kept them in her bookshelf.
Now when she went through those letters once again, tears rolled down her cheeks.
And he thought I never understood his feelings properly
On an impulse she sent him a text:
I have something for you, please come and check the upper part of my bookshelf whenever you are free. Take care. Byee.
He never replied thinking it would be another reason for his pain.
Only if we could see our future…
Her flight was the next day, so she went out to do some last minute shopping.
She was waiting for her cab after completing her shopping. Suddenly she spotted somebody at a store on the other side of the road. IT WAS HIM!!
And a girl was holding his hands.
She couldnot see the face of the girl clearly, but a fire of jealousy ran through her and tears made it almost impossible for her to see anything clearly. She removed her specs, rubbed it with her scarf and attempted to cross the road in a hurry. She could not even see the bus coming towards her. Before she lost her senses, she got a glimpse of the face of the girl, IT WAS HIS SISTER!
He was sitting on a bench outside the
I. C. U. After he saw her lying in a pool of blood on the road, he was about to faint. While the other pedestrians were busy blaming and hitting the bus driver, he picked her up and rushed towards the hospital. When he went to her place to pick up her parents, suddenly he spotted the bookshelf and the memory of her text came back , and he hated himself for not replying. Upper part, she said. He quickly went through it and found an unusual looking file covered in golden tinted paper. On it was written in very small fonts Letters-only for you.
He grabbed the file and went back to the hospital with her parents.
Doctors said she is in a very critical condition, and he just sat there silently praying for her.
He read all the letters and by the time he finished, his face was wet with tears.
Why didn’t you ever gave me these??
He told in his mind.
May be this is the right time.
He thought again.
I waited for a long time to talk to you, and now I know that you did too. I am sorry my dear. Get well soon, and I promise I will never let you go again.
…. And he continued his silent prayer.
Sometimes the end is just the beginning.
This is what I felt while reading the last part of Stranger Trilogy by Novoneel Chakraborty.
Forget me not Stranger is not an end, it is a beginning to something more intense, more important, and definitely more dark. Like all readers, I too have been a part of Rivannah’s journey. I laughed, cried, got tensed, and shook with fear with her. Her life has been like a ride which always is on the wrong side. But like us all, she also wanted to know her WORTH. So she got intertwined in the Stranger’s deliciously scary net.
The use of vivid images, erotic sequences, abrupt twists and turns almost makes Forget me not….
a forbidden tale. It is like a 3D movie going on in your mind. The plot itself is more addictive than anything. Hats off to the author to make our hearts beat faster with every page we turn.
This book is wilder and hotter than the previous ones in the series and…
Well it is also about our sins and our moralities and our perception about every thing, and about our everyday fights: between what we are holding on to and what we are letting go of.
And like all battles, we lose some, and win some. But the whole process alters us.
The book talks of our varied emotions and how much our own decisions affect us.
Well to be precise, Forget me not… is like the forbidden fruit:
You got to taste it, if you want to know about it..
She double checked all her bags, made sure she had not missed any important thing. Only two days were left, and then she would be away from her family, friends and him.
The feeling she had for him was more than love, something so magical that everytime he came near her, she hid behind an invisible wall. She was mesmerised by his beautiful eyes and the way he looked at her. She loved the child like innocence in him, but never would show him her true feelings again..
It all started two years back, when both of them could realize that the thing happening between them is more than friendship. But their hearts already had their share of heartbreaks and they were not ready for more. So they hid their emotions behind the garb of friendship. But the day when she left for her workplace, more than a thousand miles away, she could not keep her real feelings hidden from him. Neither could he.
Little did they realize that neither of them was ready for another plunge. So the wall was never broken. Only a few distinct bricks broke.
But that was not enough.
They broke apart..
But the connection was too strong.
So again they plunged, into a sea of ignoring each other..
But now when she is about to leave again, to a distant land away from her family, and friends, again she felt a strong urge to see him…
…………….. TO BE CONTINUED
They were sitting under the shade of a banyan tree. The heat was stifling, and it was scorching them. Yet they could not leave that place. He was trying to be as courteous as possible, but the feelings inside him were killing him.
“Can I rest… ”
The look in her eyes made him stop. He wanted to say ” can I rest my head on your shoulders? ” but had to stop midway. He was too scared to show his feelings.
“You want to rest here? “
She said with a smile on her lips.
“Nothing” he answered.
Both of them looked at the couples around and then at the beautiful glistening river in front of them.
They wanted to go for a boat ride, but neither of them had the courage to speak up.
They walked near the ghat and suddenly he kneeled down and started to fold his jeans up.
“Are you planning to swim here? Now? “
She rolled up her eyes at him.
“ no, just want to touch the water” he smiled at her.
She stood a few steps above and began clicking his pictures.
All the devotees around were taking a dip in the holy river, but they were bathing in their innocence and unspoken feelings.
Suddenly when she was a few hands away from him, he splashed water at her.
“Hey are you crazy? “
She felt butterflies inside her stomach.
“Come here dear”
He called her lovingly.
Oh lord! Now she is going to burst.
She pretended to be angry and started walking away.
He followed her until they reached a place inside the temple.
“Don’t play with my feelings, I don’t like all these jokes”
Tears were flowing from her deep black eyes.
“So you think I was kidding? Don’t you get it that I can’t keep myself away from you. Can’t you see that I…. “
He was deeply agitated and held her hands in the tightest grasp.
“What? ” she asked him with a straight face.
Suddenly the sky turned dark and the wind started to blow fiercely.
I LOVE YOU, he shouted his heart out in front of hundreds of devotees and in front of THE GODS of the temple.
He held her awestruck face in his hands and wiped her tears. A divine smile spread over both of their faces and it started to rain.
AS IF THE GODS BLESSED THEM WITH THEIR SHOWER OF PEARL DROPS…
They called me dusky beauty…
But I guess it was not always in a positive way. To add to it, I had thick and curly unmanageable hair and a voluptuous frame. My mother said I looked like a chubby brown doll..
But I knew I looked Ugly.
So, when my friends dressed up in sexy low-cut or backless blouses with chiffons or see-through net sarees, I had to don a mask of Classy beauty in soft coloured silks or cottons when we went to parties. I wished sometimes that I could be a little hot.
And then… He came in my life.
A man, too good-looking to be true..
Too well-behaved to hate and a smile which melted the hearts of all
For the first time in my life, I felt jealous, even of the sexiest girl in my batch..
I used to think The man is all mine.
But I never had the courage to show my feelings, till the day my first book got published.
That day I my caterpillar soul unfurled into a large winged butterfly.
My beauty got a new dimension.
The man was proud of me, and gave me all the good wishes for life.
That was a few years back, he also said a few golden words
You are going to find a hand to hold, a heart to love, and a person to cherish FOREVER.. Soon my dear.
Yes, he was right.
I found the love of my life…. One who adores my dark skin, makes fun of my unruly hair and falls in love everytime I write a story.
The butterfly got colour to its wings..
Soon it will spread its wings and colour the whole world..
Well even now they call me dusky beauty.
And I guess in a good way..
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It had been a long long day for him.
All the celebrations, all warm wishes, the food, whisky. All of it made him quite tired.
It started from midnight and still continuing.
He came to his room to freshen up a bit. He thought he would change his clothes. His friends wanted to go out and celebrate again.
He opened his wardrobe and a lump formed in his throat.
For a night outing he usually wore casuals, but today is special, so he selected the beautiful berry coloured khadi kurta and teamed it up with jeans.
The kurta was her last gift to him.
He was not sure at that time about the colour of the kurta. But now, standing all alone in his room he felt there is no dress more apt for his birthday outing.
He got ready and while brushing his hair , his eyes fell on a matte gold hair pin. She loved these pins. She must have forgotten about this…. he thought.
She forgot so many things.. He sighed.
Happy birthday cutie.. She messed up his hair again and kissed him on the lips. You look so so hot in this. I told you this kurta would suit you. Now give me a hug.
The ringtone of his smartphone broke his reverie. Again he looked in the mirror and his beautiful brown eyes were filled with tears. He couldnot see anything.
He howled until his best friend came and comforted him.
You shouldnot have let her go brother.
His bestie quipped.
A few minutes later he joined others for a tour around the breathtaking lakes. And it took him 6 pegs of whisky to get relaxed..
I wish you were here to wish me. You are my best birthday gift baby.
He cried himself to sleep that night.
A THOUSAND KILOMETRES AWAY, SHE CRIED HERSELF TO SLEEP WISHING HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIS PHOTOGRAPH.
………. AND SOMEWHERE OUTSIDE THIS WORLD, THE CREATOR SMILED
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Well I am to be precise, sadly single and always ready to mingle.
May be the famous discoverers would have been happy
If they got a chance to meet me.
Some say I am a different genre myself.
Ha! I feel like Adam, will start a species soon if…
Well if I find my Eve.
My friend says I am too good for any of the girls on earth, Then should I go to Mars??
May be there will be some kind soul who gets my idea of romance.
In case you don’t know, my idea of a romantic date is a bit weird. Here it goes:
A long ride with the girl, where she will drive and I will soak in her beauty and riding skills. Then we will watch a movie of her choice and again ride back. Well about dinner… I prefer both of us enjoying a quiet dinner on a well lit rooftop of a restaurant or the terrace at my place. Then, well here comes the big one…
I WOULD LIKE TO READ WITH HER, YES READ.. A STORY BOOK OR A BOOK OF POETRY, OR WE COULD GO FOR A LONG LONG RIDE AGAIN WHERE I WOULD DRIVE AND LET HER RELAX.
Did you find it boring? No? Then too exciting may be??
What? You don’t know??
Ha! I knew it.
I am a puzzle you can’t ever crack.
So.. Good luck all the girls coz someone just figured me out.
And she is waiting for me while I am filling my diary.
You guys look dumbstruck..
Folks I am going to get engaged officially with a lady who is from this planet and loves my real self.
……. RIDER , LOVER AND TO BE HUSBAND
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