~ ME to YOU ~ - Page 9

Originally posted by: aish_punk

When the words come true

I walked into the lounge silently, it was definately peaceful. I could see a bunch of people bent over their piece of paper and some reading books from famous authors. I dropped my bag on the table and sat down. I took out my paper and held my pen in my hand. I waited for ideas but did'nt get any. So i closed my eyes and inhaled. I snapped open my eyes and began writing whatever came to my mind.

" i was closing my eyes when i hear the door open. "

Cheesy, but i did hear it open! Eh, whatever.

" the wind blows and a sweet fragnance fills the room"

I close my eyes and smell it. It was so beautiful.

" The wind tickles my nape and blows my hair. "

I pick up my bag to find a hairband and tie up my hair. Better!

" i hear someone pulling a chair and it creaks.."

I turn to look at that person, i can see his back and i think it was his hair which smelled good.

" i turn my thoughts back to what i was doing, oh yeah writing an essay about drug abuse but too bad i was in a library where i kept getting distracted"

I turn to look at him again, having no reason to do it. He turns around but thankfully, i turn away a bit too soon.

" what was that? anyway, i illustrate about how it was harming teenagers, when..i can feel someone really close to me"

I turn around to face a pair of ocean blue eyes staring down at me. I must be looking really vulnerable to him, because i feel really awkward.

" the guy smiles at me, when i realize he's the same guy who's been disturbing me all along.."

'i saw u looking at me' he says questiongly.

" I gulp. So he had seen that, but i wonder how? He was facing the other side all the time..."

'eh no, why would i do that?' i ask him in a tone which was supposed to be obvious.

" he just looks at me intrested and has this crooked smile. It looked so cute on him"

' never mind' he says.

" I breathe a sigh of relief, hoping he'll go but what he does next surprises me"

He pulls the paper from front of me and i stare back at him. I was sort of embarassed too because i had written all nonsense there which i did'nt want him to read.

" ' can i get the paper back?' i ask him"

He does'nt give it to me. Woah, woah, woah! How can everything happen? It seems like such a dream. I pinch myself awkwardly. Eh eh, filmy i know.

" He tries to hide his smile, too bad i notice it. I pout in a cute manner."

'thats not gonna work' he teases. I put on a straight face.

" He reads through the whole thing, while i cover my face. I had written nonsense, not really related to the topic"

I cover my face and close my eyes. He chuckles, to which i open them. He smiles down at me while i have an embarassed look.

" 'its good' he says."

'Eh, thanks..' i say awkwardly.

" ' do u mind if i take it?' he asks"

'Sure, but i might need it back' i say.

" 'we'll have to meet again for that..' he winks"

I smile inwardly, and accept his proposal. He walks out while i stare at his retreating figure.

....

okay, that was it. It is really confusing i know. The " " part is what she writes for the book, but the irony is that it actually happens to her!

The setting for the character is a library and an essay but for her its a lounge and a book.

this is written for ammygurl aka ananya..i hope i stuck to the theme, n the couple is AR though i did'nt mention the names. I was imagining them all along, n i hope u do too.

It was'nt a dream, but a major coincidence.

hope u like it :)..do leave ur comments..

-aish

Originally posted by: olive_green

Sight, swirl, sniff, sip and spit

Sight, swirl, sniff, sip and always remember to spit especially if you don't want to get tipsy in the end. He avoided looking at her purposely as he spoke and she knew. He went on as she watched.

Remember there is no right or wrong, everyone has their own taste. He shot a brief glance at her, she did not miss the extra emphasis on the word, own taste. She remained unaffected, or at least pretended to be. This was going to be hard, he thought. Why was she here ' and now?

But he had a job to do.

He is a good actor she thought to herself, but I can I tempt him?

He took a few steps towards the head of the table, and picked up the spotless, shiny glass. But there are basics we cannot forget, remember, this is a slow process and it takes its own time. He looked at her, briefly again. There was something in his gaze she felt ' something stir. Why am I here, may be it wasn't a god idea- she sighed but it was too late now- it would be rude to leave at this point. She had to sit it through.

He closed his eyes, and inhaled slowly, while amused onlookers looked around the table curiously. She joined in on it with a weak smile on her face.

He opened his eyes calmly, stared back at the confused faces; no I am not teaching yoga! You'll have to pay separately for that one. His words induced a warm round of laughter. And he saw her smile, she looked beautiful, with loose strands of hair falling carelessly on her face, there was glow, like there always had been. It had been a while since he had seen those eyes radiate warmth and happiness and that infectious smile warm his heart. Their eyes met briefly and soon it was that awkward moment again.

Remember it is imperative that you do not rush this process, let it linger, savor it for what it is, only then can you appreciate its true flavor. Observe this glass in my hand, and see how it's shaped, and then he ran his finger sensuously across the outer sides of the wine glass, as he went on, treat it like you would treat the woman you love. With care, only then you will appreciate it. He shot another slow and meaningful glance at her'observe how the glass rim bends inwards, this will help you funnel the aromas and also prevent spill when you swirl. He broke their eye-lock with his words.

She was shifting uneasily on her chair. Was he talking to her or everyone? His words seemed like they were meant for her. The way he had caressed the glass, it made her remember the time when they has been together.

And one last thing before we begin, that I must demonstrate for far too many people get this wrong. May I? He extended his hand towards her, startling her in the process.

ummm..? She didn't know what he was talking about.

Your glass, he signaled to it and sat down on the empty chair besides her and held up her hand in the air. She had been holding on to the glass. Slowly he moved his fingers above hers, and lowered them to the stem. His hand on hers, as if there was no one else there. His warmth spreading quickly through her, her fragrance intoxicating his senses'to an eternal oblivion.

And this is perfect, his words brought her back to senses. She looked at his face, closer than it had been in a while. He still looked the same like the first day. Remember never hold it by the bowl, always by the stem ' since the heat of your hand will quickly warm the liquid. He inched closer to the dazed beautiful face, and spoke for all to hear, and if I did not know better, I'd say you were in love with me. He placed the glass on the table and got up, not before planting a kiss on the back of her palm. She was definitely brought out of her thoughts, rather embarrassingly as everyone enjoyed a hearty laugh at her expense. Her burning cheeks did not help either.

So shall we begin? He waited for her nod.

Incorrigible flirt! An older lady who had been observing them for a while remarked. He chuckled; blame the company he replied as he looked at her.

Remember what I told you at the start, the mantra is Sight, swirl, sniff, and sip and looking at her, he said the last word with an extra emphasis, spit! Unless you'

Want to get tipsy! The old woman replied'not at all if you will be there. She winked back.

I'm flattered Madame, but my duty ends here when the tasting is done. Let's begin shall we. Bring out the wines. And soon enough four men brought out the wines and placed them on the table.

It's always good to start with the lighter flavors and make your way up the heavier denser ones. In many ways, it's like failing in love you know; at first you test the waters and then plunge'deep. Their eyes were locked briefly as they poured the wine in their respective glasses.

Cough, cough! The old woman interjected again, and if I didn't know anything, I'd say you are falling for her young man!

He smiled.

So is this charming young man single? Another added.

She looked at him waiting for his response, eagerly.

Let's get back to the wines, shall we'he steered the conversation away from him.

She smiled, it was so like him.

Now tilt the glass away from you, best against a light source'what color is it? Depending upon the type of wine you are tasting, and I see we have a mixture here, look against the white of the table cloth, is it maroon, brick or even brownish. Is it paler, straw colored, golden or light green in appearance? Her eyes are green he thought'reflexively he turned towards her; she was deeply engrossed in her glass to notice him staring at her.

Well? He asked her.

Well what? She replied.

The color'. He spoke softly she thought.

Deep'deep brick like'this has a richness that only age brings. Is it? She asked.

He smiled. That one is one of our oldest and the very best we have to offer. And you are right, old wine like love only grows better with time'he added softly.

She was beautiful he thought. Why was she here?

And then you sip! The lady was about to take a sip when he stopped her.

N, no, no! You must not skip swirl, and sniff before you sip! He got up in a flash holding his glass; he walked over to the front of the table. Let me explain, the purpose of the swirl is to aerate the wine, in preparation for you to sniff it's aroma, like this- he tipped the glass up and stuck his nose above the glass and inhaled. Others followed suit.

She watched. He hadn't changed. The white shirt, tucked loosely in the blue denims, slightly ruffled hair'and the beautiful weather. The blue skies'and sunshine. And there he stood with his eyes closed inhaling the wine. Does love really age well like wine? She thought.

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Hours later as she sat on the grass overlooking the beautiful stream'his words came back to her, and now sip'the final step should be taken only after you have used up all your senses'his words...She sighed..Still held that mysterious magic'

There you are! I've been looking all over the place for you. I haven't seen you for days and then..

She turned around floppily with a generous smile on her face.

It was him, panting, with his hands on his hips. He looked at her, and shook his head, you didn't spit did you?

No silly! She replied back as she got up, I don't need wine to intoxicate me when I have you'Happy Anniversary Hubby!

And his arms went around her too, it's about time... Happy Anniversary Love!

After a few minutes, he spoke; a month away is a long time you know'

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This is for Nij's request.

Feel free to imagine any couple.

But the mention of wines...and AR...is the couple I envisioned as I wrote.

Originally posted by: hinanaziri

Part 4:


She instantly looked down to the address wishing to find a phone number with it,but there sadly was none...She dialled his UK hired mobile number, again to be answered by the voicemail...He probably had left the country by now she thought slipping the letter into her handbag...Keiron had no extra information than she already had...wishing him the best of eveything,wherever he may be ,
she tried moving on with her life ......


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"Hi Mishti!" Kripa answered her phone after several rings
"Dont tell me you havent left yet Kripa ...honey plz can you try and get here before the party ends?..." Dr.Mishti was her colleague and close friend now "yeh,I was just just about to leave Mishti,waiting for the cab,see you there in a bit byeeee!...."
Sheclicked the red button on her phone's keypad and rushed down the stairs ...It was their christmas party that evening and she was running late...Quickly slipping on her heels and wrapping the silky pashmina around her bare arms,she gave herself a quick last minute look in the mirror...the moment reminded her of the time Angad had spent Christmas with her...
It had been 3 long years and he hadn't returned ,they had communicated through emails and phone calls initially when he explained his rushed departure .His mum had come to know of his secret visit to London and she suffered a mild heart attack coz she thought Armaan came in search of the person who destroyed her life,her biological father....
whereas Angad was oblivious to his fathers wherebaouts and would'nt want to see him ever...Despite his explanation of his real purpose to go London was music ,his mum made him pledge he wouldn't visit England ever again
Kripa empathised with his awkward situation and they continued to support each other across the miles seprating them...

A few months had passed and her phone calls were ignored more often ...emails ,a few unread and some unanswered
She decided to give him time to come to terms with living away and living together...
When she lost all contact with him for almost a month and it was nearing Christmas the following year,she decided to pay him a surprise visit ...Booking the flight over the phone ,she was skeptical of her decision
but since this seemed the only way to find solace,she smiled wishfully confirming the flight schedule...


Hopping into a cab at the airport ,
Kripa instructed the driver of Angad's address ,
she had a constant smile play on her lips,the thought of meeting him after a complete year made her blush
she the felt the jitters within her as the cabby announced their arrival to the destination...

Lightly touching the door bell ringer,her heart throbbed visibly
She practiced her greeting depending the on the person answering the door
If it was his mum,what would she address her as? and what would she say if it was his dad or grandad?
what if it was Angad hismself ? she smiled gleefully and waited for the door to open...


"Hi,can I help you?.."a young lad answered the door eventually
'may be Angad had a younger brother he never me about' she presumed
"Hey,I'm here to see Angad,I'm a friend from London..."
"Angad??? I'm sorry but there 's no such person of that name in the entire neighbourhood..."
"Are you sure ?..his name his Angad Khanna,the guitarist?
"Who is it is Ryan?" shouted a voice from the top of he stairs in the hallway
"its this lady asking of a certain Angad Khanna "
the lady hopped down the stairs and said " I'm sorry ,we bought this house off the Khannas a few months ago and I'm afraid I dont have any idea of their current residence ..." she felt her heart sink under the load of misfortune as she thanked the lady and turned around in dismay...

Dragging herlself along the snowy path with silent tears flowing
she smirked looking back at the house,where Angad had once lived
She shut her eyes and faced up to the sky ,
All she wished for christmas was him....


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Another year gone by and she heard nothing from Angad
She drowned herself into her work to get rid of the betrayed feeling...Her attempts were nearly successful and he was now history....
He was the most beautiful phase of her life and she loved him for making her feel special
although it was a meeting of a mere 2 days,the bond he had made left her a longlasting sweet memory to cherish forever
She knew she had no right to expect much of the so called raltionship and she preferred to treasure the happier fun dreamy moments to the bitter moments of reality

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It was Christmas eve the following year and Kripa picked up the mail at the front door before leaving for work
She didnt pay much interest to the letters and stacked them onto the unsorted pile of papers but when she returned home that evening,she decided to sort through her letters and couldn't believe her eyes when she stumbled upon a christmas card from

Angad Khanna
Toronto
Canada


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"Angad Khanna?"
she re read the name one last time to confirm it really was him..Her fingers trembled and heartbbeat erratic as she tore open the envelope carefully,she blinked away the tiny tears in the corner of her eyes as she read the contents of the card

"Merry Christmas Kripa!..."
love
Angad



"Is that all he had to say?"
tears rolling down her cheeks ,she brushed his name carved on the card
'Armaan ,a desire you truly are !...."
shutting her eyes with pleasure in pain she mulled over the essence of his name and its implications...

Breaking out of her musings ,she toddled to the kitchen on hearing the beep of the microwave to say
the jacket potato was done and ready to eat....Wearily placing the food on a lap tray ,she poured out a glass of water and sat herself down on the couch and swichted the tele on...Browsing through the channels to find something watchable ,she shoved in a bite of potato in her mouth...Mr.Bean they played again ...
A worn out smile crept up her cheeks and a hearty one lurked in her eyes,the compelling acts of Mr.Bean left her laughing wholeheartedly ...she then instantly spat out the bite she tried to chew on...she realized how bland and tasteless her life was making a quick Christmas resolution ,she rushed back to the kitchen and sprinkled a little salt and grated lots of cheese to garnish her meal


His few but enough to last a lifetime memories helped her to steadily transform the sore aching feelings into strong healed thoughts...
the pain she'd harboured for the last couple of years was almost replaced by wishful thinking of the future...
Although he had included his new address ,she didn't attempt to contact him ...she had a feeling he was held a lot back in him and needed more time and that is exactly what she decided to give him....
'Time is the best healer' a thought contradictory to her profession ,she strongly believed and implimented it in her life...
but since it was Christmas ,his memories came flooding back to make her fall weak yet again....
The piercing sound of the door bell broke her chain of thoughts ...the cab had arrived and she hurriedly headed to the vehicle covering her head with her clutch bag...

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Dear Kripa

I love you and I love you lots...
I know I owe you a bank of apologies and also a long explanation for all that happened and all that did not...
to say sorry would be an insult to the bond we share,but that is the best I could offer and do..
I want to share with you all that I've held back in myself,right from the time I left you two years ago
I had never wished for things to take that nasty turn ...

It all began when I was made to ignore your phone calls after I learnt of my dad's verbal abuse on mom
He had found out of my visit to London and misinterpreted it as a search for my real dad
exactly like my mum had done,the only difference was that he assumed mom was in the plan...
Mom chose to bear the blame rather and lived with that person only for me ...
things had started to go beyond bearable limits and mom and I moved to Canada to live with grandad after my dad sold our house without letting us know...I was lucky to find a well paid job and also got my big break to perform at a concert once
when I had held the guitar in my hand that evening ,all I could think of was you
Kripa...you are my inspiration and I owe my success to you

Its Christmas time again and my heart longs to be with you
Will you be able to forgive me at all?

something inside me says you will
all I wish for christmas is you...

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will post the last part later on today :)
cheers
Hina

sri - thanks..end was different?..how?..lol i know it was confusing..i sort of could'nt explain it properly..

Originally posted by: -Edelweiss-

@ Olive...I am so glad it was you who wrote the wine tasting one.. no one could have brought out the beauty and the essence of wine tasting as you have. I think Nijal requested the couple to be PriDa, though I don't follow the show they come in, but I am aware of them. I can see why she requested it on them, but I think for me there are few people, not couples in particular.. that I could envision at different bits. But AR definetly fit this really well, specially with your writing style..

Loved the flirting/ teasing session..and I don't think I need to say how much I liked this one. You captured their love and yearning for each other really well..

Even though I don't drink, but one thing I definetly want to do is go to a vineyard...

Cheers Nijal and Aria, really enjoyed reading it.

PS: I edited my comment on the other one...😳😊

Originally posted by: Sookie*

@Aria: It was a charming read. He flirts, she reciprocates and they taste wine. Many times the act of wine tasting reflected their own relationship.

Not sure who PriDa are, but AR suits very well to what you have written.
Lovely one. :-)

S