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Oh ! I am writing this FF too right? Forgot about that...🤓
Chap 21:
Geet:
What the hell was that!
Worst part she did not even know if she did good or not. She did not know if this was what was expected of her. But somehow she had the feeling she had gone wrong somewhere. If the client expected something in writing it had to be bad now, didn't it? Why did her stupid brain stop working when it came under acute stress and shock? She knew somewhere that she had overreacted.
She came back to the car to Dev's searching face.
Dev "And?"
She was unsure on where to begin the whole story. The beginning would be a good place she reckoned. She narrated the whole sordid mess by the end of which Dev had smacked his forehead painfully three times.
He gave a huge sigh at the end "I don't know what to make of you really. What were you thinking? You actually used the words 'instigate' and 'fights'? Oh crap."
Ok so that was what was wrong with her entire story. Dev rubbed his face in acute tiredness.
Dev "Would you mind if I just drop you home? Have a nice long weekend."
Of course she did not mind. She would use his tiredness as an opportunity to take flight.
She said meekly in a low voice "Sure ok. Thanks."
She came home and did not think much about the entire episode. She would just enjoy her weekend and go to the office on Monday with a clear mind. But as it turned out Maanstein had other plans.
Come saturday, she was sitting before Maan Singh Khurana. On what looked suspiciously to everyone else like a date. She was certainly dressed for a date with her spaghetti top and low cut jeans. She watched his elegant fingers traverse through the menu before locking in on a target hot latte.
Maan "I am allergic to cold medicine. So I avoid cold things."
Geet "I see. I will keep that in mind when I need to serve you coffee next time."
Maan smiled. She failed to understand how the same Maanstein was sitting in front of her with a wicked grin on his face. What ticked him off? What made him angry?
They were silent for a bit. It was a weird sort of distilled silence. Where two people sitting opposite look everywhere but at each other. The order arrived and he held the cup to his lip and opened the newspaper in front of him. After about five minutes of completely ignoring her, his voice flayed into the vacuum.
"Alright Geet, now for five minutes you have noticed me and our surroundings. Here is a tissue and a pen. Write about it. You have to sum it all up within the tissue paper and just one side of it."
She stared at him surprised.
Maan "Humor me. Go on."
Geet lifted the pen and closed her eyes. For a moment her mind drew a complete blank. What was there to write about those five minutes that was worthy of being read? She thought some more about it and raked her stunted brain. Nothing came into focus. Instead of thinking she just held the pen in her hand and began writing.
'Atop the hill sat a couple waiting for the temple bell to ring. When it would ring it meant the priest had come. Why did the priest need to come you may ask? The couple were not religious. They were not getting married. They were in no way connected to each other. So what was the connection between the boy, girl, bell and the priest? Nothing at all. The boy owned the hillside cafe. The girl worked as a waitress. The priest had his coffee at the said cafe everyday. He was the most difficult to please. It was only when his calm meditated senses were exalted did he ring the ornate temple bell hanging by the cafe door. It was a measure of the coffee ground for the day. The temple bell needn't always hang in a temple now, need it?'
She handed the paper to him. Before she could ask him what this was all about she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. She turned back and gaped in surprise.
Geet "Arif?! What are you doing here?"
Arif "Hello Geet. Nice to meet you too."
She smiled "Sorry, I was just taken by surprise. Hi. Really nice to meet you. My God it seems like ages since we met."
Arif pulled up a chair and sat at their table while Maan watched on.
Arif "I heard you are working in KC now. Good going. With Maan being there I am sure it must be great."
She observed he did not mention Dev in the same breath. She wondered why.
Geet "Yes Maan is the one who hired me. What is going on? What are you doing this side of the woods?"
Arif "Well Maan invited me here."
Geet looked at both of them.
Geet "I don't get it. Maan, what is going on?"
Maan "In your resume you had mentioned that you wrote for the college monthly for almost two years. You had also pasted some excerpts of your work. Now I do not know much about writing but I thought they were funny."
Geet grinned "I just put them there because I had nothing else to put. You read my articles!"
Arif "So did I. But I don't usually go by those. You might have sought ideas from others there."
Geet looked at him confused "What do you mean by 'go by those'? Will somebody please tell me what this exercise is all about before I die of curiosity!"
Arif smiled "Sure. In a while. Let me look at the piece."
Arif "Well it is different."
Geet shrugged "I always beg to differ. You were probably waiting for me to write about Maan sitting there brooding over the paper like he does everyday and drinking the same coffee he may have had many times before. So it would not be captivating or interesting in anyway. I would be telling you what you already know. What is the use of that?"
Arif pursed his lips and closed one of his eyes.
Geet "What is it? Tell me!"
Arif "You wouldn't like what I am about to say."
Geet "I did not expect to write a classic. I just wrote what came to my mind. Tell me what you think of it please."
Arif "Well there is nothing about the boy or girl. There is plenty of intrigue and a sort of bombastic effect with the temple bell and all, but fortunately or unfortunately the bell is the only interesting thing in the story."
Geet widened her eyes "Ok…"
Everybody was silent for a while. Geet was looking at both the men for something by way of clarification.
Arif "But I have to admit it is imaginative Maan. You were right."
Maan shrugged to indicate 'I told you so.'
Arif "Geet, how would you like to be part of the creative team with my publishing company. It is still very new and I have not dabbled in many genres. But…."
Geet was stunned. Her mouth was hanging open and she did not know how to react.
She asked stupidly "Creative team?"
Arif "Ya it was Maan's suggestion to separate the creative and the actual writing aspect of the entire thing. And I am glad I followed it. You see Geet not everyone who has a way with their words would have a vivid imagination. So every book that comes out of my publication would be a team effort. I would have a separate creative team who looks to give me ideas, does research about things around us looking for stories. Then there would be a writing team who would have fancy degrees in literature and know a thing or two about character building. Of course there is also the editing and the marketing team as well. It is all work in progress at this point. But I am liking the idea already. Maan I cannot tell you how thankful I am."
Maan smiled "It was your idea, Arif."
Arif "I would like to think so Maan. Geet, a good writer is someone who is not afraid to imagine."
Geet was unable to process this piece of information.
Arif "I know you do not have a degree in literature or journalism or psychology. But since Maan has recommended you, I am willing to give you an opportunity."
Geet said thoughtlessly "What about KC?"
Arif "This is only part time. You can even mail in your stories from home. They can be about anything. Of course once you write about them we have the full liberty to use them in a way that we want. If your story is picked your name will be mentioned in the book's credits and you will be paid for it. It is sort of like freelance. You will not be a permanent employee. Don't worry though; we maintain a full log of stories everyone sends in along with time and date."
Geet was still looking for the right words to state how she felt at that moment. She was reeling from shock.
Arif smiled "You are most welcome. I will see you guys later. Drop by the office sometime Geet. I have got to run. Bye. And thanks Maan."
She watched him leaving with an absolutely blank mind. Her every hair strand was raised giving her goose bumps. The cold AC air gave her a chill because of the sweat she was breaking into. She sat there stupefied devoid of feeling. She watched Maan pick up the tab and fetch his car keys from his pocket.
Maan "Come I will drop you home."
She followed him to the parking lot. It was one of those old era cafes that had the parking lot at the back with the shop overlooking the front. The entire area was green with shrubs and trees. It was such a serene and beautiful place whose charm was as timeless as time. Her heart was filling up with feelings she did not even know she was capable of feeling. She watched him fumble with his key chain for the right keys and the car blink with the auto cop music.
She walked up to him and embraced him in the warmest of hugs. Her eyes were closed and she only heard the palpitation of his heart. Whether he expected it or not she was unable to say but he did not push her away. He did not seem uncomfortable. His shirt became wet with her tears. Still he did not say a word. His arms then enveloped her in a safe enfold. She felt a couple of drops of rain on her face. And then it began pouring. She wanted to let go but found she was unable to.
She was shaking saying the following sentence in his ear "I love writing so much that I write in my sleep. Everything around me seems like it is inside a book. I do not live in this world. I live inside my writing. I do not have any other words to express what I feel. Probably this is the moment for which the phrase 'Thank you' was invented. Thank you for changing my life."
It stopped raining as suddenly as it had started. She broke the hug a bit embarrassed at being so open and opened her eyes. But he just smiled and made it all seem alright. He did not look uncomfortable at being privy to the most private of her emotions. He knew how to be a friend.
Geet "Sorry I don't know where that came from. I am impulsive sometimes. Sorry."
Maan "Geet. I did nothing. Arif was looking for people and you came to mind. That is all. I know how much you were strapped for cash and so I thought a second job wouldn't hurt."
She looked at him once more and suddenly realized something. She ran back to the cafe. She returned in a couple of minutes with a towel.
Geet "We don't want you catching a cold now, do we?"
He smiled "Thanks."
As he rubbed his hair and brushed off excess water off his clothes she began to contemplate about what had happened. She had hugged Maan Singh Khurana and he had hugged her back. And it had rained. She gulped.
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