ENGAGEMENT BELLS

PART 2

Saturday evening was incredible with parents that I had a meeting. They were preparing me how to face the girl and her parents and mom was helping me how to be not serious in a function or a party and she said:

‘Son don’t be serious on Sunday when you reach there, give her a smile and don’t talk too much about studies or Literature, it could get bored’

I laughed at her and whispered at her ears

‘Mom this advice is too much, don’t you know am your romantic son’

Everything was prepared for Sunday. My clothes all washed and neatly ironed, my shoes are prepared with a pair of clean socks, and nothing was faulty in me to give complaint. All was apparently well and decked.

 I entered her home on Sunday morning with my uncle and Dad. They gave us a warm welcome and gave handful respect and admiration. Her father is a retired military cop and had been working all over India. Her mother did not ask much to me and seemed silent as if a statue as I don’t like more questions from a mother in law being strict to ask. Her brother was so silent and stood in the side of the cushion chair we sat. While in the hall discussing with that family, her father called her and she came into the room gave us tea and put a bunch of banana on the top of the table and she stand a while leaning on the wall and after that she went back to her room.

 I noticed her white face distinctly; she was beautiful as a full moon and whispered to myself

‘This is good and sure will happen’

The girl finished the computer training and quit it and was doing the banking training. I didn't ask much about her reason of quitting the computer field.

Then the girl’s father asked his daughters opinion about me and she affirmed

Yes, my dad was happy and uncle was happy. Then her father asked to us

‘What is the step next, she liked him’

My uncle replied laughingly

‘We can fix a date for engagement’

‘Let it be’ he agreed

I had a chat with her before leaving her home making her happy without asking deep into her studying subjects, yet but asked her academic carrier and the timing of classes. When I said her to ask some questions about me, she looked shy and asked me about a few questions of my journey to India and returning date.

To be continued..

  

THE SELF EXHAUSTED ONE & THE WINTER

'Summer has grown
faster than thoughts
Like the day exhausted
with loss in our thoughts
Tired not the sun
The self exhausted one
With a fire himself burnt
 will show us the best
 Glance day by day
Until the winter gives
A boon to our hearts'

GRANNY'S HEAVEN

There is my granny’s spirit, active and playful in all the corners of our old single stored family house of concrete—a building, which was constructed at a time when I was not yet born. She died three years ago and all her affections once gave to me. Now are here all the memories that I often keep in a place, which was quite unknown for anybody than me. Then since, I had to make me to call up every single inspiration in life of those, which was a result of her prayers that I do believe still. I was looking for those elevated joys in the midst of seasons’ changes, every coming and going to her house and sensed different feelings and emotions, which gave good moments in us each other. Her happiness was only my intention, whenever we are together, either she was in my own home or in the family building which lay in the midst of natural green, yes we loved one another in greatest pleasure. There was Granny’s Heaven and Heaven ever had bend upon her and gave every essence of felicity until she dragged to silent death.  Granny never fails to love me or care me. She is still in my memories. I love you so much until my end

WRITER'S PEN

Look him, he writes in the heart of humankind, the bitter thoughts of his experiences that urge him to make an abrupt remembrance of his pallid memories. The waning moon looked so painful for his haunting soul, which was almost dried by the exposure of sun’s intense heat. He was a blinking star-kid in the past, who cried for his ignorance and love that he never tasted in his boyhood days. Was he mixed love in his solitude — yes, he had a past with painful memories, where love never had attached to his soul but flew to unsophisticated regions of dark filled faces. He as a watcher of curious phenomenon and entertained himself in looking the gang of stars that silently hung in the vast, extended skies and dared to count them with sublime in his thoughts on starry nights. He was an aggressive learner who made mistakes in multitudes, both in his mind and its reflection called actions. His nerves are weak enough for fortune when his society cheered against his brat mind. He collected the sorrows’ drains as if He had to obey the false practices to fulfill a thought. Days and nights were indistinguishable for him to give a relief from the terror that trembled in his intense emotional mind. He yearned freedom and always tried to remove the shackles of customs from his hands, which was tight enough to remove its locked hook. Tangled by emotional thorn and wreathed by the asthmatic world, pathetic by the very origin. He believed memories are painful like the crack that occurred in the midst of soul, by the submissive violence. He, who wrote these hurts in a mystic book with dreams of pain, was not well to share his pen to others.

   

ON MY DEAR & DEAD FRIEND JEREMY

Jeremy would probably be the unluckiest guy in the diploma classes, but the survived one. It was very tough for him to understand lessons which instructor taught. He maintained his thoughts of immature quality. ‘Dubiety’ was often his soul –mate. Scarcely could he understand the conclusion of the chapters, which his classmates already gained. Something like a motor-or a device or an external factor like a clearer sky or a beautiful natural wind was essential for him to accelerate him. He went one loop to connect with the other, either in the case of theories or in the other side of practical exercises. In addition, the instructor ‘Manuel’ was always his nightmare and many of his classes seemed to him like he was running away with some fret and sat unwillingly in most of his time stinting in our gloomiest College.

WHEN THE WINTER CLOUDS ARE SEEN

The winter clouds are seen—neatly fog entering into my house atop,delivering me words of chillness and I have loneliness and my ever loved friend—solitude.Well I love having this dark room where I sat in the dim light of a lantern and write pleasantly.When Love is barren with self-proud I have only words left—pain carries me to make words of wisdom

ENGAGEMENT BELLS

    PART 1

It was in a hapless situation that I wrote about my Engagement, sadly though I wrote —a traditional fault that represented my family members.

It has ruled out my mood and made me interestingly unhappy. That incident left me lot of curiosity and queries. I didn't hear such like from any one of my friends’ experience yet. However, it can also hardly happen for one or two around us. Now let me unfold. Two months before my parents phoned me and informed something they found for me. I was sure they are trying to talk about a new girl. Mom gave her word to the girl’s family and they fixed the date of our meeting according to my leave.

 I felt anxious about going to a marriage-lock and was enjoying my bachelor life better than any one of my friends. Apart from that when I thought of an opportunity to go home after a long time, I imitated some happiness.

I seen her photo and excited with her marble like body, her face was a bit large with a few pimples all around. She was white and lean with an innocent round face and no one says she is bad for me. I board my flight on 12 March and happily reached India where my uncle and my dad came in a car to pick me to my home. Uncle was so much proud and happy to see me and he inquired me about the journey:

'Hi man how was the journey ’

'All right, uncle'

My father was so happy in seeing me after a long time and he said:

'Son, you are a bit improved now’

‘Last year I started eating food more, Dad’ I replied and laughed at him

Uncle drove me and father to home and he left. Dad and I entered through our stairs in the dark and he gave a door bell. We waited for a while for mamma to wake up. She came with her happy face and invited me. I shown her my new camera and gave her sweets and chocolates to eat. She could not eat it because it was late night and told me she will take it after brush her teeth in the morning. I hugged her and parents gone to their beds and slept.

I didn't shower and knew the water was so cold of rain last night the atmosphere was chilled enough and eagerly went to the dining room and ate fried chicken prepared my mom that morning. I had to adjust the time in my watch, before I sleep with a knowledge that am in a different zone to prepare for my Indian dreams—Indian girl and Indian food. Then again an Indian morning arrived after a year of time with a Friday wing. I knew I was happier than anyone in the house and I pulled out my curtain and seen monsoon clouds outside, the atmosphere was dark and rain pelted outside. I have intended to mind that am not going to do any sort of writing activities nor painting or reading in this short spell at home, but rather am preparing my body to gain some weight and did those kinds of arduous chest exercises. In India, variety of food would always turn me on and am a great fan of sour, spicy and salty group of food.

To be continued..