Random madness

She stood watching the door he had just closed walking out. For a moment nothing worked, her brain, her body, her mind, her conscience.. even her breath had stopped. Then she took a long breath and everything started at a time. The explosions in her mind, the devastation in heart, the thundering thoughts in her brain. All she could do was stare at the closed door.  Pain pierced through her soul like a hot knife through a wound. She struggled to breath, all she wanted to do was howl at the fate which made her stand here and feel this horrible feeling. But she couldn't produce a sound, even call his name. To call him back to her.  She collapsed on the floor as her knees buckled. Held her midriff in a embrace so tight. The coldness of the situation was settling there and spreading everywhere. And finally a tear broke the barriers and rolled down.  The gush of tears which flowed down her cheeks were unnoticed, as her heart cried out. The edge of the pain dulle...

It was a mild evening with light breeze, the clouds were threatening a rainy night. And as usual Rakshith and Vani were seated at their favourite coffee shop, at their usual timings, having their usual cup of coffee and unwinding after a long day at work. Neither ever found to fill up all the silence with chattering they were as comfortable with silence as with words. Sometimes they preferred silence more than words. It was jolt from a silent pondering when Rakshith's phone pinged. He smiled apologetically while he looked at his message. As usual after checking his message he scrolled his facebook timeline and chuckled. Vani as usual knew he would do what he did and asked, "Who said what?" He set his phone down and said, somebody has asked a question "What do you mean by "best friend"? She smiled while sipping at her cup, both enjoying the companiable silence and the hot cuppa in hand. As was their habit, today was her turn to pa...

Where are my keys.... hmmm.. I had kept it in my purse I remember it ... well I can never get anything I am searching for ... its fate... I just.... Rachana's monologue trailed of as a memory for past just pushed itself to gain her attention. "You are always losing things.. Its because you just don't focus on one thing... you are doing this, seeing that and thinking something else... " She shook her head and snapped herself out of that memory. She didn't have time to dwell on it like usually she would love to do. The sky was overcast and she had to finish her weekly shopping and reach home before it started pouring. "Forget the keys I will find it later... But why am I remembering him?!!!" "Because you miss him"... Rachana wondered where did the voice come from. She turned in a circle standing in the grains aisle of the supermarket. "My crazy imagination" "Its not your imagination that is crazy, its yo...

You just wont believe that I will stay, that I will be there. You just wont believe that our commitment towards each other is nothing less than any "in-love" couple. So to make you understand what you are for me. I would like to get down on one knee and say this. "The first time we met, I thought you are snob. Thinks so mighty of oneself that we are all not noticeable. But then you smiled at me. That sweet smile made me just levitate towards you. I had no choice but to become attached to you, that is your magnetism. So today I propose to love you, care for you till time turns grey. I will be brutally honest with you and lie to appease you as the time chooses. I will always protect you, always save you from unsavory encounters and people. I will be extremely loyal to you even when we are not together. I will love you even when I hate you and will always leave a way to come back to each other. When you find your love, I will fight the world with you and support y...

There is a line which is unexpressed but never to be crossed. Every relationship is defined by certain limits, certain untold unexpressed rules.  You have taken the liberty to cross that many times. But rather than blaming you, I just think I let you cross that line. In a wrong conception that you are being honest with me. That better a honest hurt than a sugarcoated lie.  But still I am person, person who has emotions, who feels, who loves, who cares and who is hurt. You didn't take that into consideration when you said what you said and did what you did. You took a beautiful emotion, a heartfelt affection and ridiculed it. I wonder sometimes what made me forgive you all those times when you insulted it, insulted me. Was I so blind to your cruelty ??? Me, who always saw the logic of everything.. How could I not see the logic of staying away from you the first time you humiliated my person. Then I wonder, maybe am not that practical, maybe its a good ...

" I know what you are thinking. That I always act like this. That I always make a mess and you have to clean it up. That's not the only version of our relationship you know. You mess up too. More than you can imagine or realize. Remember the time you got drunk in college party? What about when you got so jealous of me for winning that stupid debate? You are not perfect either you know. You have flaws too. Yeah am lazy. Also have a problem with authority. Maybe I don't listen to you all the time. And its you who always calls not me. But still you are also not perfect. You are so competitive, I mean you should thank me that I am lazy enough to not compete with you. You are so girly. Why they hell should your lipstick match your shoes? I can never understand that part - I dont think anybody does. And why do you get to get angry in every one of our fights. This time its freaking my turn to be angry. I am not going to mop around and wonder how to pacify you...

“Sana, are you ready?” Karan enquired soothingly to his 5 year old daughter. She looked up from her strap on shoes and gave an exasperated look to her father “Dad, this takes time. I need to get it right, don’t I?” Karan smiled fondly towards his over-smart daughter. Like every Saturday evening he was taking her out to play in the park.  As soon as Sana was ready she jumped and ran towards the door. Karan followed behind her, his voice getting louder by the word “Sana, don’t run towards the street.” Sana was very patiently standing near the gate smiling back at her dad. Karan smiled but the words seemed to tug a very old memory of his. He let it go for now and took his daughter to her park. As soon as they entered the park, it was like they had entered Sana’s kingdom, she just very easily let go of him and ran towards her friends. As Karan let go of her hand, followed her in a brisk pace. He found his usual spot from where he can keep an eye on her and also enjo...