Nina’s crush


Nina looked up from her file. Her heart skipped a beat. It was the fourth week at this job. Devan was the Managing Director of the Advertising company. He had interviewed her for the job. She felt a pleasant cool thinking of it.

“ Is it the Ac”

She wondered. Every time she walked in she kept looking at the cabin. Will he be there? Wont he be there? He moved like a panther; a dark panther. Tall dark and handsome. His thick mop of curls made him look devastatingly handsome.

“Is it just me?”

“What will the others think?”

“Do they see me drooling over him?”

She was not all that obvious; she hoped.

Lila walked in and gave her instruction. The brochure content was to be ready by the afternoon.

Immediately she hated Lila. Lila had easy access to the cabin of the MD. He sent instructions through her.

 

“Why should Lila talk for the MD?”

I would be better off from hearing the details of the work first hand she thought.

 

Nina ground her teeth and set about her job. Will he go home for lunch? He looked devastatingly handsome in the Khaki trousers and black shirt. She resolved to work at this office all her life. She would prove that she was the best editor.

 

She heard laughter from the cabin. It was the MD and his Secretary. They were laughing about some joke. She hoped he would laugh with her too.

 

At lunch the girls went dewy eyed and verbose when they mentioned him. It sent a pang of envy through her heart. She was sure that they did not feel as deeply about him as she did.

If only she had a chance to be close to him. She sighed.

 

She looked up at the sound of the cabin door opening. MD stepped out and slid through the staircase. He was going out to lunch. She could tell because he was not holding his car keys.

He never took the keys when he went out for lunch. The canteen was downstairs.

She made her best efforts. She submitted the work to Lila. She preened a little.

 

“MD is sure to appreciate it”

 

She almost spoke aloud.  It was 3.00 in the afternoon. The MD came out of the cabin and headed towards her desk. He had a print- out of her work in his hands. Nina’s heart began to flutter.

He seated at her table close to her chair and peered at her computer screen. He started giving her instructions about the work on her screen. She quickly averted her face. She held her breath. Try as she might she could not get to looking him in the face so close to her.

 

His breath smelled of onions. Stale onions. Putrid onions. Smell of onions mixed with that of stale cigarette smoke. At that moment she wanted nothing but to get away. Her infatuation disappeared through the doors and windows at lightening speed. Adoration for him sped away. She felt her job was not an extraordinary god sent opportunity. She felt her crush being folded up and heading through the ceiling to unknown lands never to visit again. She felt her love for him flee through the nearest exit.

 

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Life and journey

 

The computer

An Ally

The cab

A friend

The medicines

A solace

The physician

A healer.

Our

Calculations

Jumbled

Expectations

Awry

Stoicism

Abundant

Wise

Young

Amazed

Life a hurtling

Journey.

 

From the recuperating room


From the recuperating room.

 

 

Not words of lament

It is of imagination a filament,

 

Even the mighty Oak

Needs the sun to soak,

 

Every man’s foe

Is a mind of woe,

 

It is to this effect

That the illness affect,

 

Time to rise

Hence need to prise,

 

From a word of muse

I like to choose,

 

Not a heart wry

Nor the need to cry.


A HIATUS

 

 

Silence deep

Uneasy I sleep.

World outside

In a corner I hide.

I hear child talk

Not always a bright folk.

Body heeds to food

Mind seems to brood.

Casual words sting hurt

Kindness brings vast might.

I wish for truthful perception

Not callous deception.

 

From the East-Short Story


From the East

 

The wind from the East blew cool and calm. I looked at her. She asked me, ‘Why are you alone?’

‘I smiled’

‘Don’t you want to walk on the green grass?’ she asked.

‘I would want to….. with friends.’

‘Then why don’t you?’ came the next question.

‘My friends are busy.’

‘You lie.’

‘No I don’t’ I said.

‘I bet you have no friends’ the Eastern wind insisted.

I have five friends’ I said with pride.

‘Who are they?’

‘One of them helps me see my mistakes.’

‘And?’

‘The second makes sure I have good taste.’

‘Oh!’

‘The third touches my mind.’

‘The fourth is the breath of my life.’

‘Really?’

‘The fifth hears my every prayer.’

 

‘You are lucky indeed.’ said the eastern wind.

The Wait


The Wait

 

 

A wait for dawn to break,

A wait for the cheering brew,

A wait for the day’s mail,

A wait for afternoon tea,

A wait for the night to fall.

A wait for the first day of school,

A wait for graduation day,

A wait for the coveted job,

A wait for the lovely wedding,

A wait for the bundle of joy.

A wait for rain after summer,

A wait for the crops to ripe,

A wait for the spring air,

A wait for the next sowing,

A wait for a year to go by.

A wait to hear the loved voice,

A wait to share the blissful silence,

A wait to see the deity glow ethereal

A wait to see darkness bring stars,

A wait for eternal nothingness.