A romantic story

"Isn't it romantic here?" That's the first question she would ask...

I was returning home from the institution...and was sitting at the front left side of the auto. The wind started playing with my hair, which remained uncut for over four months now...and all of a sudden, the touch of the mid-July wind brought a quick romanticism within me. (Well you'll have to accept real life romanticism is hard to find these days...how many of us go hand in hand with a girl anyway, or sit in the parks or lakes...considering those facts, I somehow prefer these short-time romanticisms)

"I should write a romantic story now" I muttered to myself. The autowalah and the guy sitting behind me looked at in surprise, former for the reason he thought that I wanted to get down the running auto right now, and the latter seeing me smiling to my own in the mirror and taking me a crazy for sure.

"Yeah, right. Enough of worthless dark and wandering stories...they are boring anyway."

Alright then, I thought. It must be a story of a girl and a boy...set in a given situation. As I started walking from the Rashbehari avenue towards my colony...I decided it must be a meeting.

"Isn't it romantic here?" That's the first question she would ask...

Now once again I am in a dilemma. What does the word 'here' mean? It must be a place where the girl and the boy meets...but in order to make it a bit more mushy, I had already decided that the meeting has been fixed by the girl...and so here they are, totally in love with each other while the girl shows the romanticism in the air to the boy who is here probably for the very first time.

But the fact is where can I put this 'here'?

I rule out the possibilities of a local park, lake places, malls, dark corners of the city, restaurants with curtains(read privacy), dark cinema halls, avenues and footpaths in the evening(a personal favourite for kissing purpose for one of my friends, don't ask me her name though). And then I rule out the possibility of a sea-beach. Sea-beaches are more like when you are in a honey-moon, no one gives a girl permission to go with a guy at the sea beach before marriage...that is just a premise to start with.

I thought about myself...where would I take my girlfriend so that she feels romantic? In fact I didn't have any answer to this. To start with I don't have anyone special. Second, even if I had one, I would have taken her to the top floor of the Golpark Ramkrishna mission in the evening just to listen to the evening songs. Well I know its hard to believe and some of you are actually thinking that I will make a worthless boyfriend. But that's the way it is, and I really can't help it. Anyway I decide to move on from my own experiences.

Can it be a shop? Well it could be...provided the fact that there are not much people inside it...and you still have that much of romanticism left within you to utter those words.

I decide it could be a curio shop. The owner of the shop is probably resting at the corner, with dark pair of glasses(you would doubt whether its of use now), every inch of the floor and wall is filled with old stuff, stuff from the century old days...paintings, figurines, more paintings, more figurines, letters written to unknown people, unnecessary stones, necessary stones, old masks- some are from the darkest and most mysterious parts of the world...and more and more to continue. Adding to that we have the smell of a thousands of years' stuff that were meant to be useless by the people of modern society...carried marks of their times of glory in an indistinct manner. To add to the effect I make the weather a rainy morning...now it all set the whole thing up.

"It really is." The boy answers, as he reaches out his hands to hold the girl's hands.

Now this is some romantic. For a guy who was brought up in a hostel, with only exams to appear, discussions of the boredom of everyday dull life and how to give rare lessons to the cunning maharajas in various objectionable ways...writing this sort of romanticism is absolutely unexpected...add to that holding hands in public is one of those things he has hated the most.

But anyway, this scenario was quite different. These people are in complete love with each other. And they must not have known the writer, for their own good, otherwise they would've opted out being hero and heroine for this writer.

The girl leans towards the guy and plants a soft kiss at his lips.

Great man, I told myself, still walking towards my colony. Guess I am quickly becoming a pro to all these love stories...what can be more fascinating if you are being kissed by a girl, surrounded by all those old stuff, as if you two have been there for thousands of years, looking at each other, holding hands and showing love for the other one, with absolutely no one to watch you two, as if you have escaped to a different world, no one around you...just imagine you and your lover to be completely lonely in an island...it is that sort of stuff.

The girl mutters something at the boy's ears...

"I have always loved you...in the happiest of times of our lives, as well as the dark times, when no one was there...you were always beside me, and I love you for the way you are, that you mean the other half of the world to me...promise me that you will be forever with me, and never leave me alone."

Good. Now this is real good. Those who said I was pretty bad in writing romantic lines this is for them. How is it for a change? I certainly hope after all these they will stop criticising me for being a tragic love story writer.

The guy caresses the girl, holds her face with his hands to lift it a bit high, to say a few words...

"My darling, I have travelled thousands of miles, crossed rivers and moved mountains. I have suffered and endured agonies. I have resisted temptation, and I have followed the sun, so I could stand before you and tell you, I love you."

And they kiss again.

I certainly hope you are enjoying this story...a few of you might say that the above line is a bit more mushy type, but as I said before, I am totally in love with these romantic lines now, and no one separates me from this lovely lines...they will come more often now. A few of you want a bed scene right now, for them I must say stop reading, because that is not happening. A few of you are actually enjoying it though.

The boy and the girl keep kissing each other, surrounded by the old curio shop. At outside it keeps raining as usual. The mid-July cloud drenches the two souls, the cold wind touches their face and they become fresh, like a seed set to sprout. It rains, rains and keeps raining outside. Love in the air brings out happiness, a possibility of a new journey to a happier world.


The mobile continues to ring for the third time as the guy gets out of his dreams now.

"Are you coming or what? Remember we have the Group Discussion exam today..."

Oh, shit! the boy thinks, it was all in my dreams? What the hell that is happening to me? Add to that I'll have to appear in the GD couple of hours later. Hell ya!! Why on earth did I dream of a beautiful girl like that?

He gets ready for the college. And a couple of hours later, after a hectic schedule of college and several weird studies of an institution, he almost forgets about the dream.

What an unromantic way to end a romantic story.

Hell of a writer!




July 23rd, 2010