Washed up by Tides

Belonging from small city always gives an inspiration to see big dreams. This place is actually Village. In which people live because they were born there or some because the peace is an exception. But I always seen a big dreams to live in a big city to work according to my dreams. So I studied but this village don’t give an opportunity to study well. All I knew a little English and Counting to hundred. But I wanted to run away from here and I knew it well I can’t and one day A family came up in search of a mattress who knows a little English and counting. Who want a girl to handle there two children due to the busy schedule of there. And being the only person in my village who is little educated they picked me up.

It was a big house. Family has many servants for there different work. But still they make me sleep in the kitchen. The light entering in the kitchen at night never let me sleep. The sound of the busy city was too harsh to bear at night. I even asked them to let me sleep in living room but they never allowed. Its been almost 3 months that I haven’t slept properly. And one night fed up from the Big cities light and sound I went under the staircase. I folded my legs and wrapped my arms and cry loudly. Sobs to take out the irritation out of me. And then I met him. It was nearly 1 at night. He came up from the late night show. He was just an another servants of there. He came close removed my hands to see my face and stop me from crying. And then asked me ‘Priya, What’s wrong?’

And I replied ‘The night is long and the city is too big and I don’t want to go back home.’

He continued ‘I don’t want to go back home either. And I don’t want you to go back anywhere. All I know I have been destined in this city for so many years just to meet you.’

I looked up to her and smiled. And That’s how I met him.

The family next day was planned to got to Parabel I was excited cause then I can meet Raj freely. Even we both were excited to meet each other freely. He keep on teasing me with the song ‘Main ghar ma akeli hoon aja balma’. But the family told me they want me to come with them as well. I give lot many excuse but they didn’t listen to any of them.

When I went to Parabel I experienced a heaven. The Swings, cottages, Balconies, Sound of tides, Yellowish sand, Black sand.

When I came back after a week from parable I was feeling free. Relaxed and more pulled toward love. At night when Raj use to come to meet me  I was started becoming more comfortable towards him. Showing more love and gesture. And keep on telling him about the Parabel.

But Raj told me he never liked Tides and waves. And the sand in which his foot get disappear never been his taste. But still I was mad about that place. When the family made the plan about parable again. I jumped with excitement. ‘Raj we are going again, and I am so excited.’ He replied ‘ Good I am happy for you.’ He said that he was happy but on his face there was null happiness for me. I asked him hundred time if something is wrong but he never replied back.

I went to parable again. I was standing on the window with other two servants a lady cook and a driver. We were talking to each other about our life. I was worried about raj. But then I saw him near the bamboos trees. I was about to call his name when I noticed he was trying to hide himself from me to keep an eye on me. I was disappointed so I left the place. It was a restaurant where we headed for dinner it was a covered restaurant. I was handling baby from one hand and having food from another. I didn’t talk much this time as I don’t wanted too. The later on we left the restaurant I made both the children fall asleep and left to be near beach. I knew he was there..’Raj, What the matter is? Are you thinking I am cheating on you?’

He replied ‘No. I am sure you are not. But my insecurity pull me here.’

He shuts his eyes knowing he can cry any minute now. He continued ‘Night is too long, the stars too bright, the seas too loud and yet, I cannot bear to go back without you. I cannot bear to be anywhere without you.’

I fall in his arms and wiped his tears and Kissed him on the beach I was love in. And decided to be together always as we both cannot live without each other.

(P.S. Inspired by Annie Zaidi Love stories)

When Writer Loves You

‘I am writer the one who writes the story bout others. The story to know what it can feel to other person whose experiencing it. The one whose going through all ups and downs. Basically if there’s a story it will have an ups and Downs.’ I said.
‘But Mr. Khan have you experience theses ups and downs? Your stories are mor
e about Love. Have you experienced this love in real?’ A journalist asked.
I laugh a little ‘One can not right a story without experiencing it unless he’s copying it.’ I replied.
‘So, You fell in love. But you never wrote a story about yourself. Why? And you never bought your Ladylove to these Press conference.’ Another Journalist ask.
‘I am do not want to. I like keeping my life little personal.’ I took a pause ‘Thank you for arranging the press conference. That’s all for today. We continue at the next time.’ I get up and leave.
I took a one bottle from bar and left the Conference. Gear up the car and went back to my house straight to the terrace. That’s where I saw her first time. That’s the place where I started writing about my first book which was never been published.
Back 4 years ago..
I was trying to write a story without any story. I developed a character. A girl with all his simplicity. The one who has the nature of helping others. I developed an another character. A myself - rich and getting things without struggle. They were happy in there life. But I wanted them meet in coffee shop like an accident. Just as I meet Shanaya. She was handling so many thing in one tray and I filing up my paper and we both  meet an accident.
‘Do you know how much costly is that? Are you blind?’ She said in all anger.
‘And do you know thing money can come back. But these paper can’t come back?’ I replied in same anger.
‘I am sorry. It was my mistake.’ She replied.
The way she said sorry without take fight too long was something amazing. I wonder such person still exist one who won’t fight for there money and feel guilty for others hard work in vain.
‘Its okay! It was mine mistake too. Sorry!’ I replied.
She was wearing white blue suit. Long hair pushing her front hair continuously toward back of her ears. I didn’t able to believe it was all like I have written for my book. I keep falling for that Girl character and keep making her fall with boy.
She entered in my office that day. ‘Sir please may I come in?’
‘Yes!’ I replied. ‘You?’
‘Sir! Aaa…’ She was out of words.
‘Relax! Please sit. I think god want me too meet you. I think it’s the best way to got through our punishment. You help in completing my paper work you destroyed. I pay back money. Right?’
She smile and replied ‘ I think so. I am Shanaya Phaluki sir.
On the other hand, My story was about the girl. The way she thinks more about others than her happiness. The way she puts up all her effort to make other happy. When Shanaya enter my life she was the same.
I keep falling for the character as keep falling for Shanaya. And so in Shanaya with me. And in few times we in love with each other.
But Soon I realize there something different in shanaya. She keep on forgetting the little things. I didn’t took it seriously in starting. But the limits occur when She put took a bath 1 hour ago and then serving me a breakfast she said ‘I haven’t taken a bath from morning. I might get late today.’ I keep on to her. I told her ‘Shanaya, You took a bath 1 hour ago.’ I went close to her and hold her hands shanaya I think we should see a doctor. She didn’t replied just nodded.
We went doctor. She examined her. ‘Mr. Khan its serious. She is suffering from Schizophrenia i.e., she will experience the thing which might never happen. She might forgot keep forgetting the thing or might completely forget her past. I was completely in shock. ‘How can I treat her?’ I asked out of my consciousness.
Doctor replied ‘ There are no such treatment. We have mental rehabilitation center for them.’
A tear rolled down my eyes. ‘I cant lose her.’
I went out shanaya was waiting for me. ‘Mr.Khan where were you? I was waiting from you too long. Don’t we have to see a doctor?’ I looked to her and hugged tightly and Break into tears.
Today
I ended my book with the same but I didn’t wanted to publish it. Cause the pain was mine and don’t wanted to share the pain. Cause this pain was her love to me.
‘Sir, Ma’am is not eating the food.’ Servant said.
I went to her. ‘Hi, I am Asar khan. And I love you from the time I say. I want to have a dinner with you.’
She replied instyle. ‘But I don’t know you. (Well she actually didn’t). And what are you doing in my husband house ( She remember the husband’s house but not the Husband)’
I controlled my tear and looked straight into her eyes and said ‘I love you’
She fell into my arms and said ‘Where were you? You know na I don’t eat food without you.’
We have the dinner. And she again forgot who was I and who was she. I made her sleep and went back to writing my new book for her. To keep her alive every time.