A fictional/non-fictional Short Story which is to be continued.Couldn't think the entire length especially of the climax.
Trying to write from a guy's point of view (for the first time).Hope I do get comments from guys :)
This is how it goes...
Once upon a time in Heathrow Airport:
Oh God! Where is my bag? I donot want to loose it for the third time.Is that she?Naah I am having an illusion…(Leaning again) She is actually and I guess I am not hallucinating..Oh My gosh ten years and she looks the same in fact much prettier.Where is her husband? Of course she is not flying alone in heathrow airport..actually of course is not required here..Anyways she must be having two or three kids by now(depends on her family planning though..sheh@#$@#$# ).Has she seen me??I don’t want to be…I don’t want to pretend..I don’t have the courage to face her.But why? Why am I afraid? My inner guilt..huh! what guilt?My ego? Nope man how come ego comes into picture.Then why don’t I say at least hi to her?Then what will happen?Might be her husband feel bad,her kids feel bad.Might be I don’t want to bring back our past in front of us.Am I concerned for her? Why didn’t I feel a decade ago?
“Excuse me sir,may I help you?”,”Excuse me?”Oh yeah I am sorry I just you know..just..well actually I am not able to find my bag.”We will definitely help you out sir..just for confirmation your flight to Bangalore is after two hours right,the next flight to india sir?”Where the hell she is?She ..oh yeah sorry gentleman..you are correct!These are the details..And I am sitting here.Thank You!There she is…She is still wearing her kajal.How it used to sharpen her eyes on her rich,fair skin?And I used to...Memories buddy memories it wont leave you and especially like these.I just can’t stop thinking about you and you are just few metres away from me.Its my fault only.But hey is she alone? Where is her husband?She is travelling from London to Bangalore.Heard she got into IIMX then she got some job in i-bank.And then I don’t know I didn’t followed.In fact I tried to but couldn’t succeed.What happened to her? How do I fill in the blanks?I am getting curious..I must stand up and go to her and will just ask whereabouts.What say?”Sir,your bag sir!”Oh yeah thank you gentleman! This is my most favourite.Here is your tip!”Thank you sir!”…(I stood up)..Hey there is one gentleman with her.He is holding her hand.He looks of my age..Very very hmm actually very handsome..(The whole world crushed upon me)..
She looked at me with a sarcastic smile and she told with her razor sharped eyes this is what I deserve!!!
Trrrrrrrringgggggggg……What the hell is this?Whats the time?Oh God I am late for my flight to bangalore!Go Get up fast…Then it was a dream,haan?What happened then? What was the climax?
To be continued……
Entry #3: Dean Nohria’s World Introductory Tour
15 years ago
