The Story Of Fall

“Reading a lot lately the stories of mills and boons and then I came across to your piece ‘TRUE LOVE + WE’. Reading it I had goosebumps and after finishing it I can definitely say your work is comparable to what I am reading. I haven’t heard about your writer side as the image of you is of a little studious boy who used to run away from girls at school.”  I don’t exactly remember the date but it was in the fall of 2013 when your above feedback just helped me grow as writer. My immediate reaction to your comment was, Thank God! Someone has read it and I jumped in the air out of exuberance that your beautiful words bought. Your words fueled my world of dreams with imagination on one hand and inspiration on the other. As you know Arushi, this was our first interaction and it perhaps began on the perfect note. You remember how quickly I replied to your comment and out of anxiety I dropped you a personal message. I was very lucky that day as you replied instantly and thus started something that acted as a catalyst in transforming my life.

This was the time when mobile internet was mainly of 2g and conversing on facebook was quite cumbersome. At times I had to wait for around 5 minutes for your reply, so in order to get this thing away I asked for your phone number and I had to wait for around 10 minutes for your reply. Yes I got the number and it was not for adding you on whatsapp but to drop a sms which lately have almost become extinct. Before dropping you the message I just checked profile on facebook as I couldn’t recall exactly how you looked or what connection you had with me. Your first picture just set the tone for the things to come, and indeed you are beautiful. I dropped you a message late at night and to be frank I was not expecting a reply. But as the day had panned out for me your reply came and we started chatting about random stuffs. You knew about my friends, brother and my exploits in school which you clearly mentioned in your comment as well. Yes Arushi, I remember that small confusion that you had of confusing my best friend with my brother. And when I told you the name of my brother, you were like the topper, IItian and what not.

Deeper shades of night got better of the conversation and I sensed that you dozed off at around 2am. I dropped a goodnight message that had few lines written for you and asked you to consider it as a token for your effort to go through my blog. The time was rough for me, I was coming out of a relation that lasted four years and had ended on the sorest note possible. You will know better than me about the attraction that I felt for you. In no time we were connected through messages almost the better part of the day. Those compliments given in a flurry were the best part. One night in that eventful fall I was missing you and constantly messaging you but with no replies. The night just worded my thoughts into a poem and I dropped it in your inbox. I was eager to get the feedback but was also wondering where it would take me in the journey towards attracting you to my world of dreams where words were making those sweet lullabies for you. Arushi, you loved the poem and waiting no further I admitted that I liked you and was platonically attracted towards you. You said I was in a haste and must take my time before drawing any steps further and I must admit it was like a setback. I decided not to force the issue further and messaged you an apology with message stating that I was leaving for Banaras.

If I were to say that it all started in Banaras then I will not be wrong. Spending the night at the banks of river Ganges with the breeze brushing past my face I could picture you sitting with me and talking away to glory. Yes I have always loved the way you called my name with all the exuberance, and today while writing about it I can hear your voice and not to mention, just loving it. “I miss you and our chats”, the message I received on the second day of my trip is something that I can recall word by word. I shared each and every detail of the errands with you and sent you pictures of places I visited. There was a sense of joy inside me which was just asking me to everything that required to get that smile on your face. You may not recall the details but for me those moments meant a world to me.

Yes you would call me in the evening and the way you called my name (AVI) was something that became the best part of the day. We somehow developed an understanding and when I went to my first job you were a constant support. I had told you many number of times that you are beautiful and my habit of speaking words from the heart gave way to the proposal on the Valentine’s Day. Yes I know you asked me a question, how would I propose a girl? And when I finished speaking you said yes. The long exile of not able to get those beautiful talks in person came to sand when I decided to join MBA and returned home. I chose a fancy Indian restaurant for the meeting but knowing you I knew that you wouldn’t like the sophistication and the very reason I suggested to move somewhere else. No jokes about my red helmet, the message which got delivered late because of the network and you felt bad because you already did the same that was not required of you.

The bike ride seemed the thing that interested you and so we did go on one and that too towards the hills. To define you I may be short of words but your expressive face which I saw through the rearview mirror was driving me crazy. In between you would lay your hands on me and I felt the warmth of your body which provided an adrenaline rush. After the breeze became cold, you grasped me from behind and came very near to me, I felt your breath on me and just wanted the time to stop on this beautiful juncture. Soon we entered the road going above Bhimtal (Hill station in North India) and then you signaled me to stop for a while. We moved towards a beautiful path, desolate and silent…The path grown with weeds and flowers beds buried under the thorn jungle. I took your hand and landed a kiss on it and to my amazement you didn’t protest. As the sun was setting so was the distance between us. I could still picture how the beautiful you were lighted by the rays of setting sun which just added to your beauty. You came infront of me and with the expressions I could tell that you were asking me to take the first move. I took you in my arms and wrapped your comely body with my hands. Then came the moment which made me believe that dreams do come true. Yes I will never forget the way I tasted you lilac soft, heart shaped lips and how beautiful that moment was when we both didn’t want to end that divine moment. I was nearest to the beauty of my life and how desperately I wanted to lay peacefully in your arms. But as we know all good things come to an end, the sound of people approaching towards us just abated the surreal moment.


Yes I know this was probably our only meeting that was worth defining but still the bond only got stronger with time. I left for Dubai and you wished we luck, we were connected by various means provided by internet. Dubai chapter came to an abrupt end and to my surprise you too started to maintain a bit of distance from me. Clueless was me but still I didn’t gave up hope of being together. I returned from Dubai and noticed that you have completely forgotten me, and with a dilemma I made a call on your number. With all the emotions you called my name but as we were reaching the end of the conversation you asked for your freedom. I was surprised by your decision of letting something very precious move away from your life and such is my nature, I never protested. Vowed to remain together as friends but still I knew the memories of those glorious days will keep echoing in my heart.

As of today I stand blocked from all forms of communication related to you. Some people say love has a face and whenever I close my eyes I could a picture a girl who I met only once but her trace just lit up my world in the most beautiful way possible. I have more questions than answers but smiling at those question or confusions is something that life has taught me. All that is left is a box of random stuff from a fatal time period when the stranger that I am writing about was the most important person of my life. Those walks are no longer beautiful and those flowers are not blooming with fragrance. The essence of my every errand is missing. Visiting the place where we first met I sit in a corner, I notice a faint me walking past with that jubilant smile. I see a young boy holding hands of a beautiful girl, as I move I see and relive each and every moment spent here….A sudden cry breaks my dream, these moments will never come to sand again…

I think life has separated us, and we will end up in totally different places, I’ll always remember when our paths aligned from the period of time- and I’ll be thankful for that. And hope that, wherever you are, you’ll be thankful too. And I think that’s the best I can wish for if not her.

Disclaimer: This piece of fiction has a close association with one of my friends but still not the entire truth.72178_556928984347873_874920998_n





The world has become a different place now, deviating values to changing norms and in between all this, your morals taking a back seat only if there is one. The idea behind this post is not to criticize or ridicule any sect of society but an attempt to reform those who have become impervious to every crusade. Let me give a glimpse of time where I find my abode in. The winters are far behind and the summers are near, the unseasonal rains have already done an ample amount of damage to the crops, making it extremely easy to predict a rise in inflation in the coming months. Dharnas and agitations are replaced by stings and the people are getting value for their votes in the form of entertainment. Entertainment at the cost of democracy has just diverted the attention away from the promises. In between all these there is something that has gained an unprecedented popularity and it is the word CHOICE. My life, my choice and for others there is no choice but to see one sect glorifying their act of choosing.

Dear Feminist,

From the bottom of my heart I respect each and every woman on this planet even the ones who took my heart and sold it in the market to get their wishes fulfilled. It seems strange in the world where every male is accused of things that they have never done or even thought, to find a nice guy. Yes all males are not culprits and sometimes I find these media campaigns or video campaigns directed at me. But still I keep my feelings to myself as expressing them will add another bullet to my chest as I will be accused of male chauvinism. But as I said I am a feminist and have always been in the fray of things that have been associated with the empowerment of the other sex. Yes I have never sat on dharnas or attended any mass drive supporting this cause and perhaps will never do in my life. According to the ideology I am doing nothing to support the cause. Carrying a pure heart and respect for every woman doesn’t serve the purpose for you all but if every male in this world does the same and carry respect with a pure heart, don’t you think the problem will be solved. Yes the problem will be solved and I am sure your revenue source will also be eradicated.

She never had any choice but to work..

She never had any choice but to work..

The art of conveying the right message is something that you people claim to have mastered. I believe the same as you achieve every target of likes and views even if it comes at the cost of confusing your viewers on the basic idea. Yes it is your choice to promote adultery under the banner of empowerment and one can argue that it is the choice of the viewers to like or dislike (though Mr. Zuckerberg hasn’t come with dislike button). Coming to word choice, how beautifully you have captured the nerve of every so called feminist in the country through this word. If you ask my heart who is an admirer of beauty, the video was done and dusted as soon as I saw Deepika looking sensual in it. But there was something that struck my mind and perhaps the only reason that allowed the emotions to flow and find a way out through this article. You laid a strong emphasis on choice but don’t you think there is something called trust, the founding stone of every relation. Turning the heat on choices of every kind you have murdered that budding trust in its very nascent stage. I will not call this video flawed I will call it unnecessary and unwanted. Yes a girl should have choices and should choose according to her mind and soul, but the choices that you want her to make will leave her with no one and she may suffer with something called loneliness or depression. Yes it is her choice to choose her partner and leave him at any stage or love him for her needs. But then she should not feel offended if her lover comes and talks of her depression like the lead actress of the video did on reality TV but then there will be no media covering it as it will fetch low TRP when compared to sensationalizing the same for the deprived sect. But still a nice guy won’t complain or ask anything, he will move on despite all the pain. As I said a nice guy will still respect the girl who broke his heart, flirted with his emotions, and loved him for her needs, as he is a human and respecting individual doesn’t come with a choice and this reinstates the fact that there is a stark difference between BEING HUMAN and HUMAN. The above mentioned things can be true for a girl also if she understands the pain of unwanted choices and unnecessary bragging on a clamant issue confusing with a bigger issue.

Instead of books she is performing maneuvers. She needs empowerment..

Instead of books she is performing maneuvers. She needs empowerment..

She definitely can have sex before marriage as everybody in this word is free to satiate one’s needs and sex is an important physical need. The problem arises when she files a rape case after her break up. In lieu of a promise of marriage she gave him her body is the most absurd reason that one can cite. Filing of such rape cases has led to delay in justice for females who were brutally raped and getting them justice is definitely everyone’s choice. Sex outside marriage can heinously kill the trust in a relation and yes it is her choice to end the relationship by cheating on her partner. But it is not her choice to grant the partner his freedom when he wants to move away from her, he deserves it. But what he gets is false dowry charges which result in out of court arbitration that costs the man a fortune. It is not her choice to decide the future of the kids as she already has made one which will result in the kids getting deprived of love of either the mother or the father. She can make choices to decide her life but cannot decide for the ones associated with her.

I have been through the painful phase after the heart break but then I discovered the joy of rediscovering yourself and trust me there are not many who can come to the fore again. This game of choices won’t empower any sect; it will promote hatred amongst people and make world a place where hatred will overpower love. Love is the purest of emotion and one should not be taken as a quantity of exchange in the barter system. Love when lost only carries hatred and carries a value that can destroy the whole universe. I want to see women enjoying equal rights, free from the scourge of every crime committed against them but I don’t want to see a divided world fighting amongst them. For my feminist friends I want to say as there is a stark difference between BEING HUMAN and HUMAN, there is an even starker difference between FEMINIST and BEING FEMINIST.

A message for every girl, in your journey through life you will find a person who will lend you his jacket in cold, who will share your happiness and sorrow, who will be your best friend, who will scale the odds for you, who can instill smile on your face, who will love you forever and he will be the one for whom you will the angel of his fantasy. Never let that boy be a victim a choices, hold him close to you as somebody as special as him is impossible to find and leaving him will result in you having no choice but to settle for a second best.


Note: Don’t ignore any mistakes as they are all mine and pleasure is all yours. Happy Reading…..