Thursday, August 6, 2009

The Blind Date!

He was off to the latest blind date. He dabs some perfume and looks at the mirror, just a glance. He walks swiftly with strong strides to reach the other end of the room to retrieve his wallet and car keys. He would be damned if the girl was JUST another pretty face. He trusted his friend, but off lately since his marriage, he has been trying to hook him up with every possible girl. He knew it was time to settle down. He was ready. A prestigious job, along with his dark muscular frame, not to forget the bank balance, made him an ideal candidate for most girls. But he wanted something more. What was it, he never knew! still he was confident to find it out soon. As he went out, the sun shone brightly, momentarily glazing his view. What a bright sunny evening he thought, as he glided into the leather seats of his sleek sports car. His mind was blank. No anticipation anymore he thought to himself. If it is supposed to happen, it will happen with HER.

She was nervous. She was not the one to go on a blind date. Her best friend has insisted knowing she rarely took time out for herself. Her words echoed in her mind, as she tried on the outrageously revealing gown. "He is one saucy dish. am sure you wont regret the date even if it did not go ahead" She never had time to buy clothes that would fit for occasions. She was in good shape, yet she felt so uncomfortable in the deep neckline of the gown. She decided to change. Oh dear god it is just a date, why am I getting paranoid, she mentally scolded herself and reached out for her comfortable jeans. She saw the kurta sent by her mom on her dressing table. Not too classy but comfortable. she quickly showered and changed. The mascara, lip gloss was all she needed for work. Now she added the lipstick and eye liner. She took out the ear rings, she preferred the long ones. It suits me, she thought with a smile. There was a knock on the door.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Will the pain go away?

She sat looking at the older woman, in the couch which had seen better years. There was a coffee stain at one edge which appeared fainter but bigger due to the attempts of cleaning, there was a few stitches cleverly crafted in the cushions to make it look like designs rather than torn out parts. She remembered the day it was brought, it was on her 9th birthday. It looked so new and shiny. It could accommodate the constant praises of all people and the weight which it bore gracefully. She could now this second, relate the couch to the older woman, who had been as graceful years back. Now there were lines on her near perfect face. There were scars which could never be healed in her mind. Yet, she was always ready to give and share. Her love astonished her.

Now as she sat there thinking, how is she going to reveal herself of the pain. She knew talking to her would help. But if there was something eating her mind, she knew her MOM would be glad to hear and sort it for her. But this was terrible. Every living second she was being eaten by millions of cells. It was not the Physical pain of the disease but the mental agony of the news she received which had shattered her. The reports declared adinoma carcinoma. And her life had changed that day. Now she wanted to reach out to the older woman and hug her. Will the pain go away?

Hey guys, this is my first attempt at Fiction. Please let me know how I can improvise?


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