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Lost thoughts... (Fiction)




Strolling in the green park, noticing the sun peeping through the dark clouds she rested her stressed body on the stone bench. The cold weather and the drops of dew on the fresh spring flowers made a dull day look bright for everyone passing by. She lay there not wanting to enjoy any bit of the lovely weather and got engrossed in the world which was hers alone.

She thought of the days spent in cheer mode last summer when there were ducks quacking in the bright sunshine.





Kasper was by her side wathcing the Squeeky squirrel dance to the latest tunes running on her ipod. She could not stop her giggles till she bumped against the stone bench. She had hurt her ankle with the sprain not letting her stand back on her feet. Kasper picked her up and comfied her into the hospital bed where Dr Stumps treated her. It wasn't anything major, just a normal sprain. Thanking Stumps, the duo headed back towards O'reil Street.

Sudden darkness is what she sensed when her eyes opened. There was silence and only thing heard was the rustling of leaves in the direction of the wind. She jumped back to her feet and checked if her toe had gone numb. No ,they were perfectly fine. She pulled out the earphones and music switched to loud mode knocking her head up and down. Walking about a mile, her legs were so tired that she could not lift them anymore. It was the same bus stop she was seeing. Yes there it was, the pillar against which Kasper had held her tight and kissed her for the first time. She wanted to let go all the thoughts that filled her heart ,every now and then, making it heavy, not kidding, really very heavy.

Last she saw him was at a friends party on Menissa's housetop, there was not an indication from him that it would be his last appearance. She had a bite of the thin crest pizza with extra toppings of jalapeno, olives and onions. That was the best way she liked her pizza's to be. He had a few shots of vodka and the entire crew had a night to remember. It was quarter to one and the sky over their heads sparkled with tiny twinkles. She spots a bright star and whispers into his ears "I'd love to have that on my finger the day of my wedding". She stole the moment and noticed Kasper seeing her glowing face when he'd heard this.

They walked hand in hand in the streets of Orlando when the temperatures were close to freezing point. Completely covered in Black coat with a light blue scarf around her neck she looked beautiful than ever. Kasper moved towards her , felt her breath go high and low, so fast that he couldn't resist any longer. He held her tightly in his arms, moved his lips close to hers and she gave in.

She had tried all resorts to find him and get him back to her. Emails, messages, phone calls were all going in vain. All friends were helping her out in every possible manner to find him, but were clueless of his whereabouts.Madness filled her mind and she went running in search of her lost love, only to end with a negative response. Days passed by and Kasper was nowhere.

She took courage and with all her strength walked upto the bus stop. As she sat down on the wet seat she heard her iphone message tone go beep. Clearing her water filled eyes she held the phone and slid the lock. And surprise was waiting for her. Her blue eyes saw a glitter when it read the words "I am back honey. Cannot be away from you for long. Am at the airport.Will reach in an hour". She could not believe what she had read. She read them aloud once again and her feelings was jinxed with a mix of happiness, surprise and anger. Her legs had gained all the strength and as she stood up there, she sees a bus coming by and waves at it with all smiles.

Jack, the driver, stopped the bus and drove her all the way to Carlton street NE. As she approached the door her heart was pounding and she had less than 20 minutes to get ready for the meet. Shower, dress , make up and dinner - No there was no time for any preparation. As she came out from the shower , she heard the cab approach her gateway. Her face lit and she draped herself in the fabric that she found lying on her bed. She jumped and ran down the stairs to open the door. For a moment her mind thought, she claims an explanation for his absence but the desire in her to see him, killed all other thoughts from the tiny brain.

There he stands in front of her with a costliest diamond ring one could ever earn for their beloved. Kneeling down he says " Dear , the closest I could get for you is this diamond. The star was too far for me to reach out. Will you marry me? " She broke into tears of happiness. She still stands in shock and could utter nothing but a "Yes Yes and Yes".




Note : This is an attempt of a short fiction. All characters are fictitious.

Comments

Amrit said…
Nice story. Liked it.
Phewww said…
nice story... :)
Sahana Rao said…
Good one.
If you had used Indian names, it would have been even better.
Rajalakshmi said…
A small, nice, cute one. After some serious ones this was on a lighter side. Nicely & neatly written.
R. Ramesh said…
yes i agree with all here..nice..
Irfanuddin said…
Interesting story line and well penned....:))
@A and @Anoop : Thank you!

@Spicy sweet: Thanks.. well thought of using Indian names but... the story demanded names from the west.

@Rajalakshmi: That means a lot to me.

@Ramesh: Welcome and thanks for coming here.

@Irfanuddin: Thanks :)
nice................

the end is very beautifull...
Sujatha Sathya said…
Good attempt Ashwini!
“”The star was too far for me to reach out….””” Do we have men like that around anymore? Wish we did :))
@ Devendra: Thanks and welcome to my space.

@ Sujatha: Hmmm ... Puts me into thinking caps..Will let you know when I get an answer..:))
Hi Ashwini,

My first visit here...

This is a very lovely story and you put it in a very beautiful way!
I liked it,yes specially the last line like.. diamond is the closest, stars are far...nice selection of words :)

Keep writing!
@ Gowthami: Thanks for dropping by. Glad you liked the story. Keep the cheers going!
Neeraj Kumar said…
nice story with a surprise element in it that a short story is known for.
Sarah malik said…
a perfect ending indeed :)
beautifully narrated..reminded me of a modern day fairy tale!

sarah
@Neeraj: :) Glad to know you liked the story.

@Subtlescribber: Thank you so much for those lovely words.

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