Friday, July 23, 2010

But She loves to walk !

“Have you grown weary of riding the same old car to college every day?”
The tea just felt like acid on the tongue. “Pardon me, Dad?”
“I see you don’t travel by the car to the college these days, the keys seem to have been glued to the hook?”
Taking the eyes off from the gaze of his father, he tightly closed his eyes, trying to force out a reason. “Aah, oh yes, umm… I have been going by the bus to the college, and in the evening I walk home. Dad, the routine was getting too exhaustive. I wasn’t getting enough time to work out in the gym and break some sweat. So, aaaI thought it better to walk back.” He waved off a big grin to his father, thinking “phooh, close shave!” He started nibbling the toast in the plate and took another sip of tea, pretending to listen to the weather forecast.
The skies will remain overcast during daytime, with a little likelihood of drizzle in the evening.
“Don’t take much stress, these days are meant to learn and play, there will be time to work and worry!” father remarked casually when he found that his son was no longer interested in the question.
“What, of course Dad, I know that, you know me, you don’t expect me to freak out on stress, do you?” he playfully tried to chide his father as he wiped his face and waited for his father to finish his’.
“Very well, probably I could drop you to college today, no appointments for today morning.”
His eyes shone, “no way, you bunking office? That’s bad daddy”
“Hah, you have full right to bunk college classes, and I can’t even ditch one hour at the office I own? That’s unfair”, father teased him.
“But then, I’ll drive till college, give the chauffer a day off.” He encouraged.
“Okay, not a bad idea, let’s go.”


“It’s really good to walk. I think you are picking on a very good habit. In our college days, my parents never had money enough to afford for everyday petrol for the lone scooter, leave alone letting me take it to college. See how time changes. Hehe” his father was reminiscing his youthful days.
Meanwhile, there was a rush of blood to the son’s face as the topic was brought up again. He too was thinking of something and smiling by the corners of his lips.
“Your mother, she liked to walk, and it was because of her, I also started loving it.”Delightfully, he dived into his old memories. “She was scared of her father that he would never approve of us. I had no future that time. It was fun, hiding from our parents, and meeting, walking home together, and eating ‘paani puri’ by the ‘Chauraha’ (square). She loved it more with spice. I used to be in tears by the time we had eaten five, but she loved its taste. She used to laugh when she saw my condition. I loved it.”
The son was chuckling, partly at his father’s memories, and partly at the serendipity of the situation.
He put on the radio, the song drifted his father into deeper memories.
Our lives are made,
In these small hours,
These little wonders,
These twists and turns of fate,
Time falls away,
But these small hours,
These small hours still remain…

“Bye dad, see you at home”


“Hey, she’s nowhere around you, what did you see in her?” asked his best friend.
“Yeah, by no means I could deserve her. She’s way too good for me” he said as if in a dream.
“You kidding dude, look at you…I mean, look at her, she looks like nothing beside you.”
“Shut up, just keep shut!” there was a fierce command in these words and his friend sensed it.
“Sorry! Relax, I mean it” Trying to cool him off.
(Silence)
“She’s beautiful, I agree!” he said affectionately.
“I know, and you know… for the first time, I wish to change everything. Change myself, for her. You know, she so charming that she could have anyone. I won’t even stand a chance, and yet she said she loves me. I am afraid that I would let her down. I want to change.”
“There is nothing wrong in you, don’t you think you are getting too paranoid about this? I mean, it’s ridiculously insane, you’re getting too much conscious. Ask her if you don’t believe me.”
“That’s not the case, I just want to be worthy of her.” He said in a helpless lament.
“It’s no use sounding the bugle to deaf ears, only she can reform you. I got to go now. Take care, and tell her I said Hi”
He simply waved his hand and they parted, in opposite directions.
She, by no means could be called rich, upper middle class at best. A rather timid girl, who seemed to rain down grace when she walked. Yes, she was beautiful, exotic and royal. Much of an introvert (reticent would be more appropriate), as opposed to him, a jovial, fun loving person. She was not the one whom someone would sit and ogle, but stand and admire. Slender, but not skinny, gorgeous, no lesser than a fairy when dressed in the silken white skirt. Innocent, beautiful, deep black eyes against contrasting white eyeballs, hair that shined golden in the sun, and in the shade, like a dark night one would sleep peacefully in. The way the strands of her hair, tucked loosely by the ear, fell, so did drop the heart beats of many. Her smile was angelic. Her upper lips were just like a majestic bow, which once strung would surely reverberate melodies. No, she was not the only beautiful girl in the college. There were many, who could be counted as much better than her, and who were better paid off as well. But for him, she was nothing short of, but life.



Like every other day, they started for home in the evening. Talking, chit chatting, laughing, joking. He was telling how he was shoved out of the classroom by the lecturer for sleeping in the classroom.  She was part laughing, part scolding him and was pulling his ear for doing such stupidity.
I want you to concentrate on studies. Your father has great expectations. Do you want to let him down?” she scolded as she twisted his ear.
“Aaah, please stop, it hurts, do you want to rip it off? Ouch, meri maa, maaf karo, jaan logi kya bachhe ki? (Forgive me, do you want to kill this little child?), and where did Dad drop in between us two?”
As he was pretending of being hurt and trying to fend off her assault, a car passed by and came to a stop.  His shoulders drooped and he moved a little forward to the front window. All he could remember was the weather forecast. Rain, drizzle, or a thundershower now?
“Dad, I…”
“She’s cute, do I get to invite her home?” his father did not wait for the answer and climbed out of the seat, smiling.
“Dad, wait…” he panicked slightly.
His father instead of going towards her, approached him, took him by his arm and bent a little towards his ears, “what? now don’t tell me she’s just another friend?” trying to keep it down in a hushed tone, but in vain. She blushed and started staring at her own feet, growing red every passing second.
Father was clearly eager to meet her, it reflected in his voice.
“Yes, I...I mean no, I mean… how…?”
“I am your father, son! I know you………….So now, may I?”
“No, I mean, dad, please understand”, he said from between his teeth.
“You disappoint me, well, your mother would have been very happy for you, she might be gleaming from above on you in happiness” He said with emotion, remembering her made him nostalgic.
“No dad, I’ll make sure she’s invited ASAP, you goooo now!”
“Well I was thinking of offering you two a ride in the back seat”, he was smiling now, beaming a wide smile in her direction.
“Dad…” he paused for a moment, and then smiled, “she loves to walk!”

I thought of putting it into different blog posts, but then I got bored of doing that, I hope you'll bear with me. and this rather long story.. I'd say it is my first fiction.

27 comments:

Raj said...

marvelous. keeps you on the edge of the seat :)
though the father part was a slight giveaway

Anonymous Someone said...

@Raj
Serendipity of the situation mate, it was history repeating itself.

Jaspreet said...

Loved it!! :) Very simple story but narrated beautifully.
Doesn't seem like you are writing fiction for the first time though...kept me glued till the end!!

AL said...

Lovelyyyy :)
What a nice, understanding dad.

manish kumaouni said...

nice post. loved reading it.
muchhi turning into erich segal :)

Samantha Rose said...

i love the second sentence, "The tea just felt like acid on the tongue." it hooked from there. this flows really well, the narration is great.

Tanvi Nimkar said...

Ah that made me remember my dad, and on the top his love story was the same, my mum loved to walk!

Enchanting story, and i liked the scared lines of the guy.

"Our lives are made,
In these small hours,
These little wonders,
These twists and turns of fate,
Time falls away,
But these small hours,
These small hours still remain…"

Wonderful lines, enjoy each moment.. :)
Regards,

Madhu said...

well written...:) a good read..fiction sorts eh?

SaJ said...

Amazing :)
loved the ending best!
is there a sequel?

Anonymous Someone said...

@Jaspreet
I have always been bad at writing essays and stories, teachers never gave me marks.

@AL
Single parent, he is the father and the mother too. :)
Thank you for appreciating.

@Manish
Nah re, Erich Segal was awesome, I am just a trifle.

@Samantha
Thank You, am glad that you liked it.

@Tanvi
So sweet that you have a living love story as your parents story. :)
oh BTW, these lines are from the song by Rob Thomas, Little Wonders from movie Meet the Robinsons I think.

@Madhu
Yupp my first attempt at fiction.

@SaJ
No, I won't make it drag on.
Thank you for dropping by.

Mehak said...

it's so cute! well written and made me want to keep reading.
however, i wish you had given it another title coz this one already gave me a pretty clear idea of what the end would be like so it killed the suspense kind of...like the moment i saw the title and the first few lines of the story, i knew it would involve a girl he likes who prefers to walk...
great story nonetheless!

Aparna said...

History repeating for sure...I see that the son has carried on the legacy of walking for her lover from his father

Wish my father too was that understanding...!

Americanising Desi said...

wish i had that dad :0 he sometimes fails to understand the language i speak and the emotions i keep!


No More A Victim

Anonymous Someone said...

@Mehak
I see, I'll keep that in mind. :)

@Aparna
:)

@Americanising Desi
Dads will be dads, only a few can be moms too.

Nostalgic said...

Utterly beautiful :) my dad is pretty much like that..

pH_the priness said...

lolzz very interesting and an innocent idea .... liked it a lot :)
keep writing ( and posting )
P.S. dads are always he same aren't they ??? as far as I've observed yes they are :)

Matangi Mawley said...

Narration is really very fine there.. Was that your first fiction as you've mentioned.. Didn't feel so!

good work!

The Wandering Minstrel said...

this is awfully cute :)

Sunakshi said...
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Sunakshi said...

Awesome-ness.

I thoroughly enjoyed this.perfect selection of words..most of all cute story one can relate to :)

Thank you for the appreciation you showered on mind. :)

Keep writing.i'll keep visiting :D

Beyond Horizon said...

hey...was glued 2 whole fiction

AN AWESOME AESTHETICISM :):):)

Komal Ali said...

Long? No way! I lost count of the time. Seriously.
It's so gripping and beautifully written. :)
I especially loved the dropping son at the college part and the last part- she loves to walk. Aaawwn :)

Keep writing!

Ria said...

Beautifully written....havent seen too many dads of this sort.

Sidrah said...

=D

that was good, loved the ending! 'but she loves to walk' The dad was cool, i guess..

Happy blogging! =)

Divaa Divine said...

i m out of breath - a man writing with so much of emotion! mind blowing :D

Sayak said...

Well, honestly, of all your posts I've read till now, this one is the best, according to me, of course.
I loved it!

And somehow, in this fiction I found out a few facts which I could relate to, making it really special.

And, it's not a long post, as it's never a long walk(how many kilometres they might be), but always a short one when they are together.

Meher....all out to explore..!! said...

I loved the post.Its beautiful.Never seen men write so nicely about love.
*She loves to walk*..damn,all awwnesss..I loved it.
Its awesome. :)

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