A Long Story

She saw a missed call from an unknown number. Called back to ask who.

'Hello, koun bol rahen hain?'
'Aap koun?'
'Aap ne call kiya tha, aap ko pata hoga main koun!'
'But abhie to aapne call kiya hai'
'Very funny!'

She hung up!

She got a call again. She girded her loins...She will show him some fun now.

'What is it that you want?'
'Pehle pehchaan koun?'
'What rubbish!'

She was about to disconnect out of sheer disgust,out of her apathy towards people who trouble innocent girls via phone.
Then she heard something like this

'Arrey main yaar...kamaal hai...tu to ekdum bhool hi gayi!'

Her heart missed a beat. Till that day she had called back every unknown-number-missed-caller begging God it should be him.
Was it him? Him? Him?

'Koun?' she whispered...

'Main yaar...(we keep the first name a secret)...(we also keep the last name under covers...)'

Time stopped. Her palms went sweaty, forehead was burning. She didn't know whether to be happy...or nervous...or impersonal..
Her breathing took a pause...

It took a minute for her to gather herself and behave as if she had never expected him to call... It was raining and thundering
outside. That didn't matter..nothing mattered...she was carried into a land faraway. That moment she had everything she wanted.

Wonder why he always called up when there was a storm outside...there were many story summer afternoons then...Could be because he
had nothing better to do...

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Days passed by. Storms went by. He didn't call again...

Her heart learned to cry again. It writhed in anguish again. It tore itself apart into pieces and pieces. Her heart brooded
about the futility of further existence.

But look at her mind. The mind thought of exploiting her plight. It squeezed her pain to make words out of it. Her mind made
her write and write consoling her that she would be able to come out of it one day is she wrote it all out! But she never
overcame anything, she could never wipe out the occurrence of that phone call two years ago...that stormy summer afternoon.

The heart was like a naive orphaned child. How shrewd could her mind be...how selfish...how cruel...how...

She wondered how the two of them, her heart and mind coexisted between the boundaries of the same body...

Her heart was so much like herself...and her mind, it was so much like that people...people who know how to churn a name
out of every exploitable source...

She wrote about her pain...people read. She accumulated accolades... Her mind liked it all.

Did anyone ask her heart? The ovation and the praise did nothing to better its situation. It writhed in anguish forever.

26 comments:

Abhishek Khanna said...

keep the mind aside nn listen to your heart.. follow whatever it says..

The Ugly One said...

hey, i work in the same paper where you were featured. u r already there as a link. it was great to see you in print. come work with us sometime :)

anirudh said...

now dere is someone..whio is thiking wt i always have been thinking of writing...it overshadows the pain...n ppl jus come up wid applauses...no1 ever comes up with a tear or a smile or a lending hand...beautiful yaa..made me...dunno wat...can;t express...n for dose who now will ask u...hows ur heart..tell em it is exactly the way it was pehle...!n say thanku for asking

(¯`•._.•[Raaji]•._.•´¯) said...

thumbs up to you. This is such a wonderful piece of writing. It touched my heart so bad. I am going to read it all over again!!

wildflower said...

@ abhishek
I follow the heart...i wouldn't be doing any of this otherwise...
I do suffer...but then
Life has its own compensations!

@ the ugly one
thanx :)
and I am seriously looking forward to it.

@ anirudh
I am so happy to have someone like you here/// Thank you for such a b'ful comment! :)

@ raaji
wonderful? hmmm..i had just been kidding around with this idea for quite some time...

anuj said...

actually ..
It happnd wid me like yestrday n day-bfr .. got some missed calls .. nd its the same .. the anticipation, tht who knws she might b calling .. or it was tht rare luck ..

nd i cudn't help bt stare and ask ppl arnd whr do u think this no might belong to .. I din have ne bal .. no call-backs ..

Its left at the back of the mind .. may be she called .. bt eventually she did messg d other day.. I cudn't help bt stare .. I got it rechargd today..

still I cudn't help bt stare at the no ..
unsure !!

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hehehe :D

anirudh said...

the pleasure is all mine mam....such deep writings...i dont get to witness everyday..!

d SINNER!!! said...

beautiful but sad expression...

................your's entirely said...

u are one great MIND i must say and one golden HEART....keep it up...fact or fiction this ROCKS anyways

vitruvian said...

beautiful piece...the simple profoundity of it all amazes me....

love ur description of the heart as a naive orphaned child...its perfect....

kaylee said...

hoe you been? Thats a great post!!!!!!!!!! :P

wildflower said...

@ your's entirely, anirudh & vitruvian
i AM flattered...!!! LoL

@ kaylee
M doin just fine...lately have been a lot busy wid xams n stuff..wot hav u been up2?

Roshan R said...

wow.. heavy

zzz-writer said...

is it fair with just one of them longing..waiting
i ask why cover oneself with such anguish??
time is a great healer and teacher

Standbymind said...

now y cant she call him?
she should?

Pri said...

nicely written...
there are times when it takes us ages to get over something and just when we feel we r about strong enough, a small gust of wind from the past proves us otherwise...
the mind realises...but the heart never seems to understand...:)

take care!

wildflower said...

@roshan..
heavy? *sigh*

@aman
thats nt possible..she lost him & his number also :D

@zzz
time dosnt heal exactly...it makes us numb to those emotions

@ pri
v true...u too take care!

DreamCatcher said...

i guess i know what its like..its better to erase some stuff then to keep..though m not good at suggesting all this but anyways..take care

relations said...

helloji..

had it only been a writing, saying wonder ful would have sufficed..
but it is more than a piece of writing.. its..

life..

Amrita Sabat said...

hey Gorgeous...........U've managed to stop my heart beats yet again.....hw dyu write so well, haan?!
But U kno wat?! I kno this 'she' in dis story is U!!:)
"She wrote about her pain...people read. She accumulated accolades... Her mind liked it all.

Did anyone ask her heart? The ovation and the praise did nothing to better its situation. It writhed in anguish forever."

Dats U dear.........I kno dats U...........

relations said...

replies..
replies..

SamTX Neo said...

hey by the way..whose story is this ...can i know..? gud one hmmm

u can contact me @ www.knockoutsbarandgrill.com.or in orkut hahhaa..

wildflower said...

@ dreamcatcher
we shall try...

@ relations
thank you jee!

@ amrita
:) :)

@ samtx..
my own story

SamTX Neo said...

hey from where did u get so much pain

none of your said...

"She wrote about her pain...people read. She accumulated accolades... Her mind liked it all"
i bet, your mind didn't like my "accolade", but i touched your heart :)

wildflower said...

@ none
woteva makes yu think you did..! LoL