A Little North Of Normality

Rajiv never bothered about the way he looked. He always believed that clothes were for wearing and that's about it. A good brand and comfort was all he cared about, never focusing on colour, fit and stuff like colour coordination. He always felt he looked good enough and the rest was taken care by Supriya. She was the one with the subtle sense of aesthetics. The one with an inherent sense of colour,  texture and feel. It was as if she could forsee the look by just glancing at th display racks. They never had enough to buy the best for years. Always settling for a lower priced edition, searching for the cheaper alternatives but never really compromising on looks and appearance. It was difficult to tell without peeking behind the neck that it wasn't a premium buy..... Rajiv could buy the shop today,  he finally could buy based on preference and choice instead of a budget but he didn't feel like. He grabbed a few tees and couple of jeans and headed towards the tr

Can you hear the time passing by, The chariot wheel's fleeting cry .... Raising the heart beats of empty space, Run over by the wheels, the stars weep, in disgrace... O friend, that fleeting time, has consumed me in its rhyme.... Has dragged me on the chariot seat.... On a journey unknown, courageously discreet... Far far away from you....A thousand deaths I overcame... A new beginning at its very peak...The chariot pace has blown away my past name.... It is a point of no return... If you still look far and try... You wont recognise me.... Dear friend... Goodbye! Sometime in leisure under the wind and sky... Sitting on the banks of memories , the night shall sigh... The day when the tears of blossoms will hurt the sky... In that moment try..... To find the remnants of my heart... And it will give you light, dreamy subtle and slight... But its not a dream , its true... Its my love, changeless, eternal for you .. On change I float and drift apart... On a jou

Rupsha always had the final say. No matter what Sohail wrote, she had to edit. Just had to. Sohail was a brilliant author, he could paint with words. He could tickle, provoke,  incite and excite with his pen but he was too casual with construction and punctuation.. Rupsha knew that after was done with it,  it was a perfect piece. She knew Sohail wrote for her,  he always had, for the last 6 years she was all he wrote for... Sometimes explicitly, sometimes subtly but the objective was always a nod of approval from her. Sohail loved that look,  curly hair,  kohl laden eyes and that smile which meant the world to him.... Sohail wrote something today... Rupsha wasn't there to edit anymore... Rupsha saw it on Facebook.... She went through it... It had so many errors... Yet it struck the heart, just as it always did.... But she knew she couldn't correct him anymore,  the mistakes were too personal... She had lost the right... Sohail still wrote... Now for  himself ... He just

Radhika and Rishab knew nothing about love. Both carefree and simple, believed that love was for the losers. Career,  marks,  success is what you love,  how can you love a person? Love was just a four letter word for them. It meant nothing more than any other four letter word. It was when Radhika left for UK,  that Rishab realised the true meaning of love. He realised that it was real and after a point nothing else matters but the person who you want to be with,  nothing smells sweeter than the hair,  more refreshing than the touch,  more inspiring than those words... Time went on and with days Rishab and Radhika found success.... 18 years later... At Delhi Airport they met again,  Radhika was with a young girl,  she was still very beautiful,  at least that wouldn't change for Rishab ever,  but age did catch up. The pink had been replaced with a sombre green,  the kohl now a couple of shades lighter,  the shades were sleeker than the round and hippy ones,  the hair much m

Derek never smoked again. That was one promise he had to keep. If there was anything Ellen hated more was a cigarette. It was for the first time that someone could convince him that smoking was bad. Actually to be very honest, he didn't care about the bad but Ellen s scowl was definitely not worth a thousand puffs of smoke. Its been years, he faintly remembers how Ellen looked like... Years of existence, struggle, glory, joy and above all Ann had made him forget the bitterness of the parting. It took him a couple of years, but eventually he realised that not all was lost,  in fact nothing was. Derek is a grandfather now. His grandson graduated last month. He was a man who had played his part, all he wanted in life was a happy and peaceful death.. Meanwhile Ellen in another part of the world had also crossed the barrier of grandmotherhood. Her grandson was still in high school. Ellen s daughter , April, had a huge business to handle. Her fathers business empire was growing