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Originally posted by: Srishti_SwaRon
How come I didn't see this before?! Oh well, this is really good. I loved how you interpreted Swayam and Sharon in your way. Swayam's a musician and Sharons an author of some sort, cool!! I like the way you've taken the story so far. And you write really well.
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- Srishti
Originally posted by: kriyaanshd3
wow... swayam thinking abt sharon... so cute...
very brilliant!
Originally posted by: 21Neha21
i loved dis shantanu sweeets...
awsme update...gonna miss ur updates,...come back soon...til den waiting eagerly...
Blues in the Night
(Picture Credits : Sneha G. - I do not own it. :) )
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Chapter 3
Sharon was just finishing the few dishes from her solitary supper and was looking forward to a mug of the coffee she could now smell brewing. She intended to work into the evening and so had put a full pot into the coffee percolator. The smell of the coffee was enticing to one other soul that early summer evening.
Swayam had gone for his usual after dinner stroll along the beach and his eyes were drawn to the little sloop in the sheltered alcove. The craft was lying almost broadside to the beach and he could see her sides were painted midnight black with a blue white moon and icy blue stars grouped near the bow against the black field. He was now very curious to know the name of the little boat and to know more about her owner.
As he strolled along the sand, his nostrils caught the scent of a rich and delicious smelling coffee wafting across the water. Perhaps he should go back to the house and make his own coffee, he thought, as the scent tingled his taste buds. Instead his pace became more purposeful and he made his way quickly down the sand to the very edge of the rocky spur. In the lee of the spur there was a very short wooden float which extended only about ten feet into the water and was held there quite firmly by two large chains which were fastened to two very thick and sturdy posts which had been planted securely into the earth. Tied to the float was a small wooden row boat which Swayam would sometimes use to do a little fishing, a pastime that he found very relaxing.
Swayam quickly climbed into the row boat and bent his back to the task of rowing out towards the anchored sloop. He glanced over his shoulders frequently as he pulled on the oars to ensure his course was true. The summer sun would not go down for another two hours nearly so he was not concerned about being on the water in the dark. He kept telling himself he'd just row around the sloop, give her a look then maybe head down the shore to the next rock spur and back. After all, he reasoned, he could use the workout. The deck of the small sloop was empty, as Sharon was still finishing up her dishes.
As Swayam gave one last pull on his oars, he came alongside the sloop at her stern and got his first look at her name. Painted on the same black field in the icy blue paint with stars to decorate it were the words 'BLUES IN THE NIGHT' and 'Vancouver, Canada' in smaller script beneath it. Swayam chuckled out loud with pleasure. What a great name for a neat little cruiser like this, he thought.
Sharon jumped at the sudden human sound of Swayam's chuckle coming from so close to her. She recovered herself and cautiously took two steps up the companionway, just enough to see around her. However, Swayam's rowboat was low enough in the water that it was out of sight from this angle. Sharon moved right out on deck just as Swayam shipped his oars and called out.
"Ahoy aboard Blues!" he called tentatively, and then smiled when Sharon spun around towards the sound of his voice and he got a chance to see the lady sailor up close for the first time. Sharon, for her part, was a little off balance by his sudden appearance in the midst of her solitude but recovered her cool quickly.
"Hi, you startled me. I was below and didn't hear you rowing up." She was assessing the young man before her. He was very handsome and the mischievous glint in his eyes gave him an almost 'bad boy' look that she found somehow quite appealing. "Can I help you?" She asked, wondering just what he was doing here, had he come from the house on the hillside and was he who she thought he was? Even in the casual jeans and turtle necked shirt that he wore she was almost certain of his identity.
"Hi, I'm Swayam. I live just there," he said, pointing up the house above them. "I don't have many visiting boats here. There's really only room for one very small boat, likes yours, so...
P.s - Scroll down for Chapter 4. :)
Blues in the Night
(Picture Credits : Sneha G. - I do not own it. :) )
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Chapter 4
Anyway, I smelled your coffee and was looking at your paint job. That's an awesome name!"
He wasn't quite sure what to say next and so fell silent.
"Thanks," Sharon said, smiling inwardly to herself. Yes indeed, she thought, this was Swayam Shikhawat, the blues guitarist. She had known that he lived somewhere just outside of Vancouver but never dreamed of meeting him in quite this fashion. She continued, "I like the blues and it seemed to work somehow, you know?"
Swayam was boldly examining her as she spoke, and he liked what he saw. Even clad in an oversize sweatshirt and canvas cargo pants, she was still quite feminine and her green grey eyes had a wonderfully deep and dreamy look about them like the stars on her boat. Sharon felt his scrutiny and became a little self-conscious.
"So did you come to borrow some coffee?" she asked. He chuckled again, a rich sound that she thought suddenly made him seem older than she had at first guessed. She was trying to remember a recent article that the paper had run about him but all she could recall for sure was he had recently won some sort of award.
"Not really, but now that you mention it...I would sure love a cup." he smiled winningly, "We could just say this is a visit from the neighbourhood welcome wagon, what do you think? Hi!, I'm Swayam, welcome to the neighbourhood." He winked at her and continued, "May I come aboard Skipper, 'cause that coffee smells too good to miss."
She smiled broadly at his boldness. His grey eyes flashed with enjoyment of the little game he was concocting and she found herself trusting him despite all the usual warnings she knew so well about strangers. Besides, she reasoned, he wasn't really a stranger because she knew who he was, even if they'd never met.
"Well Swayam, I'm Sharon." She told him. "And, conveniently enough, I just made a full pot so why don't we tie your dingy here and you can share a cup with me while you tell me all about the neighbourhood." She had leaned over the transom and taken the little rowboat's painter in hand. She tied it off securely to a cleat on the starboard corner of the transom. She then lowered the little two step ladder that would allow Swayam to easily climb to the deck of the sloop.
Once Swayam was aboard and on a level with her, Sharon realized he was quite a bit taller than she had first thought. He was very slim but beneath the fine features she could certainly detect a strength and solidity.
Swayam extended his hand and they exchanged an almost formal handshake. Sharon was again conscious of his strength through the firm grip he took of her hand. He held the grip a little longer than necessary and caught her eyes in his sparkling grey ones.
"So its official, Sharon," he solemnly pronounced, "Welcome to the neighbourhood." He broke into a boyish grin and added, "Now how about that cup of coffee?"
Sharon went below to pour the coffee. Swayam made no move to follow her but instead was examining the rigging and fittings of the sloop. He was very impressed with the tidy little boat. She was very well maintained and every last line was coiled neatly evidencing the respect and care that her owner obviously felt for the craft.
"What do you take in yours?" she called from below.
"Just cream," he replied. "Is that cinnamon I smell, too?"
"Yes it is. I like to put a little in my after dinner coffee. It really adds a nice flavour" Sharon came back on deck, handing Swayam a large steaming mug. "Oh, I hope you like cinnamon."
P.s - Okay so here it is. These chapters were important to get the story going so I hope it wasn't too boring. I promise the next chapters will be better and hopefully more romantic. I hope you are not too much disappointed with the SwaRon meeting. Thanks for reading. Don't forget to leave your valuable comments. Next update around page 25 please. 😳
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