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Quote Challenge – Day 3.

The blogger over at Just A Small Town Girl nominated me for a quote challenge recently. Go check her blog out, y’all!

Challenge’s rules:

  1. Post on three consecutive days.
  2. You can pick one or three quotes per day.
  3. Challenge three different bloggers per day.

Today’s quotes come from none other than the lady who not only weaved magic through the childhood of most of us but probably made Quidditch the world’s most popular sport! An imagination like hers would be a priceless possession indeed. Here’s some of the best from Joanne Kathleen Rowling :

“The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and must therefore be treated with great caution.”

“It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all, in which case you have failed by default.”

“I sometimes have a tendency to walk on the dark side.” Don’t we all have that tendency?

Graciously Yours!

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For you, Jakarta Girl!

Do you have that one person in your life WHO :

Reads your emotions in text without those crazy emoticons?

Puts her status as “Okay” and you immediately get the #TFIOS reference. (Ref. to the context : Maybe okay will be our always. If you still don’t get point I am trying to make, then you need to get in touch with the world around, cave people!)

Knowingly takes the harder path just because it is the correct one?

Uses “LOL” so many times, you actually wonder how retarded she must be looking if she actually laughed out loud so many times in a day?

Stays 1614 kms away, yet there are times when you feel she hasn’t really moved away?

Buys fancy writing material without blinking an eyelid, but will think twice before buying a dress?

Is insanely crazy yet crazily sane and you just cannot help loving her, despite the really strong moral compass?

Loves to blog, blogs about what she loves, but does not have so much time for her blog as much for her love?

Yes, she’s real.

She’s my person. If I plan to murder someone, she’s the person I’d call to help me drag the vengeance out of me across the living room floor. She’s my person.

Dear, unlike every year, we’re in two different countries, but like every year I still have the best gift I can give you – my words.

I hope you love them as much as I do!

Love you always. And miss you lots.

Graciously Yours!

P.S.: Happy Birthday! ❤

Taking the breath away!

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You looked, you smiled,

You strode, I sighed.

The twinkle in your eyes,

The kindness in your soul,

No matter what others say,

I would give myself up for you – as a whole.

A glance, a nod,

The swag, I thought,

Could never go unnoticed,

‘Twas so sexy and hot.

You charmed, I eyed,

You knew, I smiled.

 

Graciously Yours!

P.S.: Reading this again, got my heart thudding! For none, in particular 😉

Maneka’s Magical Mammals!

Flipping through old pictures, often brings back those breathtaking moments which make you what you are. Here's one of mine :

I was 16 and scared of dogs. I had been sent to interview Maneka Sorcar, a magician herself and the daughter of one of the best magicians in India and a very respected figure in the lanes and by-lanes of Calcutta, P.C. Sorcar Jr. Their house is placed in one of those narrow alleys of Calcutta which contributes to the city’s old world charm.
Having made an appointment for 1 o’ clock in the afternoon I had reached their doorstep by 12:55 p.m. sharp. I thought it would be more impressive to make an early entry. So I rang the bell and was let in. I was asked to proceed to the first floor and the minute I put my foot on the first stair, I heard a bark. Mind you, for me it was like a sharp and loud roar! The housekeeper saw me jump (almost) and assured me that it was a friendly pet somewhere at the back of the house. More than the pet being friendly, it being somewhere at the back of the house reassured me! I made my way up the stairs and waited in the designated room for Maneka. I was in awe of their beautiful house and also the fact that I was in the house of magicians! C’mon, I was aware of and in love with Harry Potter’s world!

After a short while, Maneka came in for the interview. She was nothing like the pictures I had seen of her on the Internet! She was so much more lovely to look at and less sorceress type. Halfway through the questions, she probably had to go out to attend a call or something (some parts of the meeting have fudged up in my brains). So, I sat reading my running notes and adding bits and pieces here and there, when all of a sudden I heard a growl behind me. I turned to see a HUGE dog standing in the doorway, blocking the only exit. The first floor grilled window didn’t count. And when I say huge, I mean it was as tall as a sitting me. I don’t know where I got the strength, but I just sat still. Not paralytic or shocked-still, more like maybe-it-won’t-bother-me-if-I-stay-still. And you know what it did? It came towards me and started LICKING my hands. I should have freaked out, screamed, run away or maybe fainted, but you know what I did? I smiled. Of course I was still wary of the dog, but there was something mesmerizing about the moment! Okay, reads cliched but I can’t give you anything better. My hands and feet both had been licked by now. And behind the huge one, I noticed there was a smaller dog wagging its tail and looking up at me with such enchantingly innocent eyes, as if trying to settle my adrenalin-pumped blood. While I kept gazing at the little one, fascinated, the other one started inching itself closer to my face. Now, I was uncomfortable! And that’s when Maneka, oblivious of my fear but acutely aware of my discomfort walked in the room and gently took the dogs away from me. The rest of the interview sailed through with the dogs making themselves comfortable on the floor, near her feet, sometimes near mine. And I didn’t mind at all.

Before leaving, I couldn’t resist requesting Maneka to click a picture of mine with her adorable and friendly pets! This is one of the best clicks :

With Polo and Puchi.
With Polo and Puchi.

And, I swear, that day onwards, I haven’t been afraid of dogs. Every time I see a dog licking, I think of Polo and wagging tails remind me of Puchi. That was an exceptionally incredible and extremely rare afternoon and nothing less. Magic does exist. Period.

Graciously Yours!

What’s been your magical moment?

The One Night (That) Stands! – Part 3.

Continued …

Gingerly placing her foot on the steps, she landed quietly on the floor. She faced to give him a quick smile but he was looking out into the blackness. “Fine,” is all she thought. She sat opposite to him on the other end of the berth and put her cell on charge. Waiting for it to boot, she started looking in his direction discreetly, choosing to stare at the space beyond him. She folded her legs and brought her knees close to her chest. She made herself comfortable, tilting her head and resting it near the window sill.

​He was reading, sometimes staring at the pitch black interspersed with white blobs. He wanted to speak with her, listen to her voice again, but was wondering how to begin. She was looking beyond him. Her hair tied loosely in plaits, falling on her right shoulder, her glasses on; lost in thoughts she looked adorable, sitting right in front of him. A while later, she started texting constantly. In between, she pulled the window up halfway. The cool breeze blew through those curls and sleep started fluttering in her eyes. He could make out she was tired.

She was tired of talking to her friends and coordinating between them both. In between while waiting for the network to catch up, she kept her phone aside and closed her eyes.

While sleep bewitched her, it eluded him. He realized after a while that she’d fallen asleep with her legs still pulled to her chest, hands crossing her knees and head still tilted. Closing his book, he chose to simply sit and gaze at the face that had captured his attention. Was he dying to get to know her or what?!

Afraid she might catch a cold; he picked her blanket from the upper berth and put it over her. Satisfied, she would be fine, he decided to give sleep a shot.

She yawned and opened her eyes. She was blankly staring at the man sleeping before her. It took her a while to realize what must have happened last night. She straightened her head while her neck muscles cried with searing pain. Blinking sleep out of her eyes, she picked up her cell. It showed 5:56 am. She’d slept through the night on his berth while he must have been awake or terribly uncomfortable while sleeping, at least. She then noticed her blanket draped on her. Pleasantly shocked, a small smile on her face, she admired what she saw. The rising sun never looked so beautiful.

At 6:15 am, her alarm rang out, waking him out of his slumber. While he was still stirring out of his sleep, she sheepishly climbed up her berth again. Her station had almost arrived by the time she assembled everything and made herself presentable again. When she came down again, she noticed, he was ready to move out too.

The train chugged into the platform. They stood side by side, each hoping for the other to begin. Passengers were bustling around them. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He was looking out at the platform. “I should at least thank him out of gratitude,” she thought. Unable to take it anymore, she closed her eyes, took a really deep breath, exhaled, and before her mind changed itself, she turned to speak to him. But he was rummaging for something, in his backpack, book in hand! As the train came to a halt, two men came up from behind to greet him. Friends, brothers, whatever. She wasn’t interested. She was disappointed. She looked away.

As they led him away, she picked up her suitcase and bag, not wanting to waste anymore time. There was a book lying on the berth. Hastily, she picked it up!

She thought she caught a fleeting glimpse of a smile in her direction, as she saw him out on the platform.

He thought he caught a fleeting glimpse of the book in her hand before he turned away.

On instinct, she opened the book. Scribbled across the first page, was a name and number. Indeed, he did make the first move! And she couldn’t wait to make the next!

THE BEGINNING.

Graciously Yours!

P.S. : I cannot wait for criticism (hopefully, constructive!), love, humour and kindness to be showered on the piece. Please tell me if you like it. It’ll encourage me to pen some more of these 🙂

The One Night (That) Stands! – Part 2.

Continued …

“Yes, Ankita. I was having my dinner. I’ll call you back?” she said, staring at the now empty dinner tray lying on the compartment floor.

Puzzled, he sat thinking whether he had deduced her too early!

“Vivaan, hi!”

“All okay between you and Ankita? You again had a fight?”

“Oh! You’re still working? Okay I’ll call later.”

“Yes, I understand because I’m your friend.”

“She’s your girlfriend! You need to make sure she understands, not me!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to her. But you owe me one for this, don’t forget!”

“Yeah right!” she laughed! “Ok bye!”

Heaving a deep sigh, she closed her eyes and laid her head back. She seemed to have dozed off, but she was basically buying time. He looked up at her directly, eyeing the thin lines on her forehead. She was thinking and it showed. She was pleasing to the eyes. He had been observing her. She was travelling alone. In the beginning, she was on alert, especially when she would notice a man or two pass by. The abrupt straightening of her back, eyes watchful, but staring ahead. Then she seemed to mellow down a little but did not drop her guard entirely. So many times, he wanted to go ahead and introduce himself, but he didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot, lest he scared her off. He knew she had seen him, but felt she hadn’t really noticed him.

As if on cue, she opened her eyes, her phone started vibrating and the mom of the kids switched off the light, signalling time to go to bed. As the light from the other compartment fell on her face, she looked even better.

She opened her eyes and they fell on him. The ruffled hair, those black eyes boring into her, as if, reading her thoughts and then hurriedly turning away… She found her fingers trembling to touch that curve set near his lips, when she pulled herself out of the reverie. She admonished herself for the thoughts she was having and stopped herself from talking to him. She didn’t want to look desperate. She waited for him to make the first move.

She answered her phone.

“I was just about to call you,” she said, getting up and swinging the bag on her upper berth. Beautiful, strong, independent, confident, serene…. Such were the words that seemed to cross his mind.

Keeping her call on hold, she placed her cell on the upper berth and climbed up with agility (and grace, he thought). Aware that a certain pair of eyes would follow her, she made sure she didn’t misstep. First the face, then neck, waist and legs vanished, while just the voice remained. That too in hushed tones. He got back to his book. It was a going to be a long night, he felt. Good thing there was a lot of the book left.

He would catch snippets of the conversation. She was trying to calm down some really agonized soul. “Was there no peace in the world?” they thought.

There would be patches of silence in between, where he would read his book and she would thank the inaccessible cell phone networks. In one such phase, he had dozed off, one arm under his head, the other holding the book over his torso, when he awoke to a desperate voice trying to put across the message, “Listen, my phone is really low on charge, it might switch” and the voice trailed off…..

He yawned and switched off his reading light, when his eyes fell on the charging point. Her battery had died. He flicked the light on. She peered down to see him going towards the washrooms. She heard him splash water on the face. “Maybe he has a night stop and doesn’t want to sleep,” she wondered. He came and sat cross legged on his seat taking up the book again. “For someone who had been reading all the while, he hasn’t made substantial progress,” she thought smiling at his reflection in the mirror opposite her, unaware of the slow, deep breaths she was taking.

She saw him look up from his book, in a puzzled manner, after a few moments. Satisfied, she wouldn’t be encroaching; she took her charger out of her sack.

To be continued…

Graciously Yours!

The one night (that) stands! – Part 1.

It’s romantic. It’s pleasant. It’s memorable. It’s about the ageless beauty of love through only the eyes. It’s… The one night (that) stands!

Sitting by the window, she looked out at the scores of green fields rushing by, some with specks of brown and white grazing on them, others ready to be harvested (or so she felt.) As far as her myopic vision allowed, she could see land and huts but no two-legged mortals around. It was hard to imagine the city scrapers and dust and grime were just a half hour away!

The strands of her hair seemed to have a life of her own, with the wind running havoc through it. Every few seconds she would push them down with her slender fingers.

“Uhh!” she muttered as something entered her eyes. She immediately looked away from the window blinking hard and fast! Just then her phone vibrated. Squinting one eye, she started feeling around on the seat to get hold of her cell. She retracted her cell phone from beneath the magazine lying under her rucksack.

Holding up her cell, she saw her friend Ankita’s number flashing.

“Damn,” she cursed. “Hold the line,” she spluttered, dropping the phone trying to get all her hair together, because it was flying in her face since she’d turned away from the train window. She caught a set of eyes staring at her, a bemused look on his face. Momentarily, their eyes locked before she turned hers away. She rolled her hair in a bun and once she was sure it was all secured, picked up her cell.

“Sorry, sorry Ankita. Say.”

“Yes, I got a reservation. Just whiling away my time. Tomorrow at 6:45 am.”

Slightly conscious of a lingering gaze, she looked towards the guy diagonally sitting across. She caught him looking away. She let her eyes wander while she still could.

The bright eyes, the sharp nose, the slight stubble on the chin, the broad shoulders, and the Jhumpa Lahiri in hand were granted more than a lingering gaze.

“Yeah, I’m listening,” she said, tearing her eyes away from her co-passenger.

“No, I don’t know what to say. It’s shocking, really.”

“Yes. Okay.”

“Tonight then.”

She disconnected the call, a relief on her face.

He got up and strode along the length of the corridor of the compartment.

“Lean, well-built, handsome and travelling alone,” she thought, her eyes following his stride.

Too old school to think beyond that, she got back to admiring the orange hues ebbing into the dusk sky, pushing out all other thoughts.

She felt his presence around. She looked away from the window and saw him standing near the other end of the berth. He took off his slippers, sat and started to make himself comfortable.

“What the hell!” she thought, before she realized it was his berth. She had the upper berth. Slightly embarrassed, she crossed her legs and gathered all of her belongings towards her body.

An empty packet of chips lay in the crevice of the seats, fluttering dangerously enough to fly in his face. She kept eyeing it before making a move. Following her gaze, he prised the packet out of the clutches of the folding berths, folded it and tucked it carefully beneath the seat.

He gave her a little smile but she had turned away before that. Or had she?

She picked up a magazine to read while he pored over ‘Lowland’. Every now and then she would steal a glance at him, all the while self imposed precautions airing in her head. She knew better.

Dinner was being served. “It was that late already?” she wondered, glancing at her watch to confirm. There was a family travelling in the same compartment. Watching them have dinner together, the kids bothering each other, the father helping out the mother with disposing the dinner ware away, reminded her of her family and their train journeys together!

Instinctively, a soft smile lingered across her lips.

She was beautiful in an unassuming way, he thought. She seemed to have no airs, and for no apparent reason, he wanted her to be sensible enough and oh so single!

To be continued…

Graciously Yours!