An Exchange

“How can I help you, ma’am?”, he asked the lady who was looking around with penetrating eyes.

“I’m not your regular customer. I’m here for ‘BID fareWELL Exchange” and he perceived from her meaningful tone that she ‘knew’.

He escorted her into the backend of the store into a dark room.

“It comes with a price. And it is not a bargain in terms of this world, girlie. Do you accept what might come?” said a voice from the dark.

With a nod of her head, she sealed the exchange.

One more day with him before he disappears where the dead go. .

As she exited, she danced for him again- the last time, she ever did.Image

Inspired by the photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers

A Hazy Destination

The first time I was posed with the horrid question which haunted me for the rest of my waking hours was when I was in third grade. I continue to wonder what kind of sadistic adult would wish to destroy the innocence and joys of being a child by doing so, but the damage was done. And it was always the adults who were interested in the dismal questions and the confusion it arose in my mind was like sand flying in the air as wild horses race across muddy roads.

“What do you want to do when you grow up?”

My first reply, which would soon change into everything humanely possible, ranging from clone specialist to dog-walker, was ‘astronaut’. Gazing up at stars, I wanted what seemed far and out of my reach.

After several stacked encyclopedias and glow-in-the-night stars paneling the walls of my room, ‘Detective Q’ engrossed my young and naïve mind. I used to go digging in paper bins looking for clues to mysteries yet to happen. So I wanted to become a really ‘cool detective’- with a golf hat and a magnifying glass.

As I crossed my ‘Harry Potter’ years (the fandom still occasionally resurfaces), I landed in the debating club of high school. As I flourished there, suggestions of becoming a lawyer poured into my clueless mind and it didn’t seem like a poor option: high powered careers of those women in smart suits and black shoes which clicked as they walked raising storms.

But eventually, having taken science subjects, I ended up with engineering on my plate- it seemed like a very safe bet. There was but one wild tantrum I threw- I was never given a real chance to pick what I wanted to study and I said I wanted to study medicine. But the cries and pleas were dismissed that it was my addiction to ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ and ‘House M.D’ speaking. While I continue to marvel at the wonders of diagnostic medicine, I squirm at the sight of blood and hospital smell has me running a mile in the opposite direction.

As I come close to graduating, the question is posed once more. “What next?”, which makes me wonder why there isn’t a law against asking questions which cause people sometimes to run around in circles and sometimes off a building top. But this time around, I am determined not to harbor any images and in the seconds I took to write this particular line, I have thought about writer, politician and linguist as a career.

Why did we never have a course on ’How to pick your career’ among all the subjects we intensely studied? A career carnival wasn’t adequate to equip us with dealing with the mental stress that follows once we hear that question. And don’t even dare suggest- find what you’re passionate about. I am one of those unfortunate ones who doesn’t have a life-changing dream which suddenly lights up one single road shrouding the others in darkness. Instead, I have different dreams every night- very colorful ones, too!

So I shall keep swimming through life. It doesn’t matter that the direction is not very clear. Maybe along the way while I continue learning everything I come across as even mildly interesting, I will know where to stop. On the other hand, even if I never stop, it wouldn’t be quite as bad!


Faith vs Logic

“See, that’s the problem with giving up religion and taking up logic. You HAVE to follow through. You can’t read one thousand(s) year old book and claim to know the world. “

Some things can’t be experimented on to derive answers.  So when people who have seen truth for themselves talk about it, you believe their theories. And I won’t ask them for proof just as I won’t ask Einstein for proof of his hypothesis.”

“There’s no point. If you don’t take the effort to open your eyes yourself, there’s no point in trying to shine the light in front of you.”

“Interesting how you think I’m the one who’s being naive here. People who ‘believe’ think the ones on the other side are deluded. “

“I treat anyone who takes un-falsifiable claims as the truth as naive”

“Well, we just have to agree to let each other be on different sides and see what works and I hate snobs”

“To quote M. Ali: It isn’t bragging if you can back it up. It isn’t being a snob if you’re right. “

“Quotes are always very pretty- but it doesn’t make you right unless you have all the answers”

“Bollocks. You are right if yours is the only theory which is supported by facts. Sure, you could be proven wrong in the future but when all the competing ‘theories’ (read God, rebirth, saints, etc.) have not even a shred of evidence supporting them, you can be 99% sure you are on the right path. “

“Well, I can’t help it if your nature is to disbelieve in the goodness of people so much that you can’t even have faith in their words- saints are not lying when they say they have seen the truth. And I know that the weak hypothesis your logic gloats of doesn’t have the answers. Else they wouldn’t be still looking.”

“Take a break and go to bed, shall we?”

“Sure. Goodnight”

Written for Trifecta Writing Challenge

Weekly prompt: WEAK- not factually grounded or logically presented  

In the arms of an Angel

Whose touch would calm my thoughts and settle the ripples on the lake of my mind.

Whom I can trust and fall backwards because he will catch me.

Who makes me slow down in the race of life and enjoy the breath of life.

Whose smile calms my tired heart and lights up the dark corners of my mind.

Whose hand enclosed in mine extinguishes the fear of pain and suffering.

Whose flight helps me find my wings and lift off.

Whose glance peers into the depths of my soul and listens to me without words.

The song Angel by Sarah McLachlan inspired me to write this.

A Case of No Evidence

The first time she laid eyes on him, she was wearing black. He was in black attire as well and so were thirty other guests who had gathered there that dreary, cold morning. It almost seemed as if their sighs and tears had invited the mists and rain clouds to the ceremony. As their eyes locked across the casket of her mother, the instant spark of connection spread warmth throughout their bodies, nullifying the frigidity in the air. Even as her sister sobbed uncontrollably while their mother was being returned to Earth: dust to dust and ashes to ashes- her sight never stopped caressing his face. Those who were too restless for the insipid affair to end so that they could get back home to warm couches and hot coffees looked around aimlessly. If their eyes rested on her, they assumed she was too stunned to cry over her mother as yet. Never could anyone have fathomed what was running through her mind.

The next morning, she sat pondering over how to get in touch with him. She was convinced that he was ‘The One’. Thanks to her numerous aunts and uncles who had banded later on to console the two sisters who were now orphaned, she had never gotten a chance to even get to know his name. She dialed neighbors and relatives who had attended the funeral to collect details about him. But all her efforts were in vain. So there seems only one way, she thought with a little shiver running down her slender back.

And they met once more. Two days later and in black once more.

His finger grazed her face gently as he whispered, “What happened to your sister is a tragic accident. I’m very sorry about it. But I’m not sorry to have met you once more”.

“Me too”, she said with a small curve of her lips.


Written for Trifecta Writing Challenge

BAND (verb)- use the third definition of the word

1: to affix a band to or tie up with a band

2: to finish or decorate with a band

3: to gather together : unite 

“I carry your h…

“I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)”
― E.E. Cummings

Trials of Love

I bear a wounded heart with a gaping hole

As you left, breaking what was once whole

Where love crawled in, as you cajoled

Now, drowned in tears as I console

With distance, I nurse my ailing heart

But in dreams, you make it hard to be apart

Seeing you makes it impossible to depart

For you make life seem like a work of art

Time might heal my empty chest

For now, though I am depressed

You have shown me love at its best

And next time, I will welcome it with zest.

The Nerd Talks..

Daily Prompt: Back to School

If you could take a break from your life and go back to school to master a subject, what would it be?

I don’t want to take a break from life to go back to school because I love the academic world. I want to be in school, young and forever. Though I don’t enjoy the subjects I’m currently studying, I can’t wait to get back to college and start studying. I love filling my brain with facts and essays, cutting them down, absorbing the essence of it and attempting an examination to see how well I fare. So I can’t wait for the summer vacation to close in two weeks and get back to college where I can attend dull 8 am lectures, write assignments which I feel no connection to and sit in labs where we hook various wires to circuits.

But as I was re-reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s stone for the nth time to relive my childhood, I was thinking about blogging about the perfect school much like Hogwards where you study Transfiguration, Defence against the Dark Arts, Potions, Charms and Herbology and this is the perfect opportunity for doing so.

The school you see, is as important as the subjects themselves. The University should ample walks among trees for strolls with your best best when you’re having emotional crises, dorm rooms for gossip sessions, huge libraries where we can group study and preferably all this in a castle which will evoke the imagination.

As for the subjects themselves, I think my dream course would be one where I can study the following:

Creative Writing and English Literature- reading novels for an examination seems so surreal as opposed to cramming from textbooks

Hindu and Buddhist Philosophy

History particularly of Egypt and Indus Civilization

Mathematics- because when I’m stressed, working out mathematical problems methodically is very liberating.

But the best moments in college are those long walks with friends discussing everything under the Sun, the coffee breaks we take the night before the test, the joy of doing well on a test for which you have worked very hard and the safety in knowing exactly how long these pleasures will last.

All about the money

She reveled in the mirror and wondered how white can make every woman look dazzling. She admired the flowers, her jewelry but she knew she was doing all this to avoid the issue.

“I love him”, she chanted mentally as if that would remove her doubts.

“You have been together for four years. It’s time to settle down”, her mother had reminded her eldest daughter.

It’s his fault for not knowing that you can’t put a saddle on a wild horse.

She ran, leaving behind a man at the altar for the third time, robbed and thieved.

Prompt word from Velvet Verbosity is wild horse