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Here
it goes...this is going to be my attempt on Story-telling...you'll be
the judges if this continues or not.. Please do give your feedback...*SMILES IN NERVOUSNESS...*
**Still Need Siggy-Makers..As you can see i am bad at it...**
~~Dohraha: Tale of Crossroads~~
Meaning: The word "Dohraha" means an intersection in literal terms...in my connotation for this story it is what the characters will be dealing with...the crossroads that fate has planned for them and what choices their destiny will lead them to.
He goes through his emails and appointments on his IPad…everything is planned accordingly…it has to be after all he is a clinical psychologist…an expert in reading people, their thoughts, their views both grey and pure…he is good at counseling and talking out their fears and inhibitions…he is a good professional; no not just good, an exemplary professional would be more accurate…his established private practice is proof enough of how good he is at his job…how faultless he is…at his job.
The business class lounge is filled with lone passengers…mostly with people who have work and places to get to, but are stuck like him…he gets up without really looking around any further, disinterested and least bothered about the people around him…he steps up to the nearest caffeine source…he needs to be awake and functioning….The business class has its perks…
"House blend is fine…No sugar…and no creme...half please...Thanks…" He takes the tallest cup that is offered for his order and turns…walks a few steps…then stops… watches.
"Hello…hello…helloo…"
"Oh..!"
"Excuse me…"
"Oh…! Can I use your phone…"
"App business class travel kar rahi hain…?"
"App hindi jaante hain…?"
"Nahi… voh phone…phone karnay aayi thi iss lounge se…"
"Here is the phone…"
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Will await your response on this Intro...Character Sketch will be up soon!
**Still Need Siggy-Makers..As you can see i am bad at it...**
~~Dohraha: Tale of Crossroads~~
Meaning: The word "Dohraha" means an intersection in literal terms...in my connotation for this story it is what the characters will be dealing with...the crossroads that fate has planned for them and what choices their destiny will lead them to.
"Blizzard, Caffeine, and Ajnabis… "
"Yes, Of course Mr.
Forbes…we'll have that session…yeah, I'll be in my clinic early in the
morning…you too…Take care..!" He disconnects his Bluetooth from his left
ear and then glances down at his Cartier, it's almost noon… New York City is in
the middle of its worst blizzard ever and the whole city seems to have just
shut down. No-one could get in or out of the city especially by plane. He
should've been on his way to his conference in Cincinnati for this afternoon,
but instead he is stuck in the Airline's business class lounge at JFK.
He goes through his emails and appointments on his IPad…everything is planned accordingly…it has to be after all he is a clinical psychologist…an expert in reading people, their thoughts, their views both grey and pure…he is good at counseling and talking out their fears and inhibitions…he is a good professional; no not just good, an exemplary professional would be more accurate…his established private practice is proof enough of how good he is at his job…how faultless he is…at his job.
The business class lounge is filled with lone passengers…mostly with people who have work and places to get to, but are stuck like him…he gets up without really looking around any further, disinterested and least bothered about the people around him…he steps up to the nearest caffeine source…he needs to be awake and functioning….The business class has its perks…
"House blend is fine…No sugar…and no creme...half please...Thanks…" He takes the tallest cup that is offered for his order and turns…walks a few steps…then stops… watches.
"Hello…hello…helloo…"
"The service phones are
out…"
"Oh..!"
There was no particular reason that
had stopped him to inform her that… he wasn't bothered by the change clanking
in the metal box that she kept sliding the in…he isn't bother by her relentless
slamming... or her attempts at the dial over and over again…he didn't care…his
only concern is about the way she is dressed…he had stopped in his tracks upon
recognition of what his mind could picture as a traditional Indian bride …there
is no heavy lehenga or such but what she had on would be considered quite
elaborate for an airport…elaborate for being stuck in the middle of a blizzard
at JFK…The whole nine yards of jewelry as well, especially the things that
adorned her wrists…they looked wretchedly painful to put on…too many
bracelets…no wait..Bangles or "chooriyaan"…specifically the
bounded dark maroon one for brides is known as "choodha, he
couldn't believe he is able to recall so much…Anyways, he begins to walk
away…
"Excuse me…"
He isn't listening…and sees no reason why the
inappropriately dressed stranger bride would call after him…he walks on…
"Excuse me…" The voice
follows him…he stops… he has to eventually.
"Indian…?"
"From New York…"
"Oh…! Can I use your phone…"
"App business class travel kar rahi hain…?"
"App hindi jaante hain…?"
"Issi Airline se travel kar
rahi hain…?" He either finds her question out of importance or he just
doesn't really care for her inquiry and so he retorts with his own.
"Nahi… voh phone…phone karnay aayi thi iss lounge se…"
"Here is the phone…"
He hands over his IPhone after unlocking the screen…she
takes it with hesitant hands, not looking him in the eye…dials the number…he
moves away with his coffee…damns the blizzard and JFK's crowdedness…Her
conversation is distant…he doesn't really hear it and he has no desire to…she
approaches him again…
"Thank You…meray husb…"
"I don't really need the details…app ko phone chahiyay
tha…and I had it…
He walks away without ever turning
back…she looks on feeling strange…but, isn't that what she is…? A stranger, a mere "Ajanabi"…to
him…and to her husband of a year who she will see for the first time since
their ritual wedding which took place under some odd circumstances at her small
house back in Delhi…And now after her paperwork and waiting period for
immigration to States is done, she is here…it should explain a little why she is
dressed the way she is.
Will await your response on this Intro...Character Sketch will be up soon!
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