GOSH! WHY?

                                                                           
I am in my friend Mani’s sister marriage. I am waiting outside impatiently about my friends, because I can’t see them anywhere. I called them. They said they are stuck in traffic for hours. Thank God I am not here. I am studying in Delhi for 6 years. I used to come in holidays. If I live in Chennai I am also stuck in traffic with them. But I am not. I don’t know when they would reach here. We never trust Chennai traffic. I enter the hall. I smell the fragrance of different flower which I never and ever smell. I can see the beautiful outfit of the deck. I start to observe all the deck and people who run here and there. Everyone is busy with their own chores. Uncles are jealous with teenage guys. Aunt’s are busy with examine every girls dress and ornaments. Teen guys are roaming around girls. Teen girls are making the entire guy into her puppy. Children are innocently playing with their respective friends and run everywhere. I see Mani’s parent who welcomes me with a warm smile in their face.
“Vino, when did you come from Delhi? Mani’s mom asks.
“Morning auntie” I reply.
“How did you come by train or flight?” enquires uncle.
“By flight.” I reply.
“Where is your other friends?” auntie asks.
“They are on the way.”
“Ok. Come on lets have dinner.”
“No auntie. I just have drunk juice. Where is Mani?” I ask about my friend.
“I think he is in upstairs.” She says. I leave her and claim staircase. I see him lifting something heavy, so I help him. He seems tension about his sister engagement and wedding. Yea, I forgot to tell you today his sister’s engagement and tomorrow marriage. He is busy with his chores. I ask some chore to do because I don’t want to be bore. I do all work which he gives. Finally he gives a plate which has engagement ring in it. I have to handover this plate to Mani’s mom. She is in engagement hall in the ground floor. When I walk in ground floor I collide with someone and miss my grip to hold the plate. Engagement ring is out of my sight. I search for everywhere. The girl in her blue salvaar takes the ring and handover to me. I take the ring from her right hand and see her to thanks. When my eyes meet her my mouth glues. None of the word comes out of my mouth. I see her move away from me. I try to move and say thanks. Like my mouth my leg also glues with floor. I just admire her. Auntie calls out my name. I look at her.
“Where is the ring vinoth?” she asks.
I feel something. Whatever it is, I hide it. I give the ring to her. She smiles.  She summons me to engagement hall. I excuse myself and turn to search. I search here and there. Almost I roam every place in the marriage hall. I accept my defeat and move to engagement hall. Bride is waiting for such a beautiful engages. Bridegroom is ready to take a beautiful bride in his own. I see everyone around is happy and eagerly waiting for ring ceremony. They exchange their rings. Everyone around is clap their hand. For my surprise she stands near the bride. May be she is friend of bride. When she sees me she whispers something into her friend’s ear. Then she smiles at me. And she giggles. I think she talked about me. I can see the effect. Her friend stares at me. That time someone slap my back. I turn to face them. He is no one but my friend santhosh. I see my other friends also. We hug each other warmly and start to chat. We move from there and talk about lot of things including politics, family, studies. All of a sudden our chat turns to hot girls. I recall her. I turn to see her but no one is there. I look at the watch. It is midnight. When you were with your friend time must be run fast. I couldn’t say her thanks. I decide to tell her tomorrow. We move to our room and lie down and continue to chat. I don’t know when I fall asleep. Santhosh wake me up. I look here and there. I take 15 minutes to get ready. My friends and I try to help Mani. We all sincere in our work. I feel someone follows me. I turn around but no one is there. I continue to do my work. Actually I am lifting something and my dhoti….. Yeah today I wear dhoti. Not only me, have my all friends worn it. I never and ever wear dhoti. I feel it going to lose. So I drop the box which I holding, and correct my dhoti. I hear some giggling sound. She is. Today she looks ravishing in her red sarree. Jeans, salvaar.lehenga everything suits girls. But when they wear saree they look more attractive than other costume. I look at her. She is talking to someone. Beautiful eyes she has. To give extra beauty to her eyes she used mascara, kajal, line liner, eye shadow. And also she ploughs her eyebrows too. Her chumka moves here and there, when she spoke. She wears a simple necklace. She wears a golden color wrist watch around her left hand and bangles in right. She polished her nail. I would like to say thanks. But my leg glues with the floor. I could not move my leg. I stare at her. She moves away. I see her sexy butt wiggling and she disappears. When she goes off I start to search her. I find her, at the same time my friends finds me. They don’t know about her. I hide it. She looks at me and smiles. I smile back. Santhosh notices my smile. He figures it out what’s going on. He winks at me. I gesture like nothing is going between us. He comes near to me and whispers, “She looks hot.” Then I punch his chest dramatically. He grins. He asks, “Did you proposed her?”
“What?” I say and continue “I just saw her yesterday.”
“Come on bro. this is gadget era. Go and propose her.”
“No way. How could I?”
“Do you like her?”
“Very much.”
“Then propose her. If you not going to propose her, no problem someone would pick her and bid you good bye.” He says. I panic.
In the drug of her beauty, I collide with chair. My toe is injuring. I can see the blood comes out it. Basically I am not believed in superstition. Today I feel something bad is going to happen. I gain my courage and ignore superstition. I chin up. I couldn’t find her. I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn to face them. There is she. She looks cute. I smell her fragrance. “You are vinoth na?” she asks.
I don’t know how she knows my name, that’s not matter; the matter is that she knew my name. I am happy. I nod. I couldn’t open my mouth. It glues. I am beaming. She understands me.
“Do you remember me?” I still beam.
“I am swetha Anna (brother).”
“What?” I shout. I really don’t know how my mouth is unglued.
The big shock is that she called me brother.
“I am swetha. Dinesh uncle’s daughter.”
I realize she is my cousin. That means she is my sister. I don’t know why these all happen to me. I feel numb. GOSH! WHY? God plays cheap game with me. 

JOURNEY WITH HER

                                     

“Excuse me. This is my seat.” a voice says from my right side. I turn around to face her. She has a super figure, she has a sweet voice, and I can see her magnetic eyes. She looks like an angel with her dress. Her lips look like petals of rose. If sculptor could see he must carving her. She mesmerizes me. She is the most beautiful girl whom I never seen. I am freeze. After her failing her attempt to ask, she signals me. I smiled and occupy the opposite seat. She sits down after settled down her suitcase.
       “Sorry” I said.
       “It’s ok. I didn’t mind.” She responds.
       “So?” I try to make a conversation with her.
       “So means what?”She fire.
       “You are priya. Am I right?” I asked.
       “How do you know my name?”She asks.
       “I am a fore seeker and I can say more. Do you want to know?”I ask but I am not waiting for her answer. I continue. “You are priya. You are running in the age 22. You are going to Chennai. Am I right?” I wink.
    “Don’t act too smart. Ok? I know all guys are same. You are Bloody flirter. You checked on that notice board. Am I right? So don’t try to flirt girls. Especially it’s not going to work out on me. Do you get that? Just stay out of me. ” She burst.
She said stay out of her. How can I? She has tried to wound my heart but my heart never wound by girls. It’s too difficult to mind my own business. I love to travel. I used to see the beauty of nature but today I see the nature of beauty. I mean I stare her. I couldn’t take my eyes off. Why she seems so silent? These question hunting me. May be it’s her nature. She doesn’t speak to me, even she forbidden to speak her eyes too. I try to make my conversation again. “Sorry. I just try to make conversation with you. I didn’t know you mind.”
“Listen, I don’t need your apology. I am not that type of girl. Just stay out of me.” She warns me.
But I can’t understand why she mentioned ‘I am not that type of girl.’ She turns away. After that she took her hand bag which is lying beside her. She unzips the bag. And get out of the book ‘the star shines down. ‘She starts to read it. How could I control my curiosity? That’s my favorite author’s book. I put my hand on my mouth and control myself. I don’t know what she thought all of a sudden she looks at me. I act like I never seen her. She drops her book on her hand bag and leaves that place. My eyes follow her. She disappeared from my vision. I just look that place where she sat. I imagine she is still sitting there and talks with me. I know I am over imaginary person. I am longing for that would happened which never going to happen. After fifteen minutes from her disappear I am getting a call from my friend. I attend the call. For the reason of network I moved to the door side. After finished the call, I turn. I see her. I see her crying. Yeah she is crying. I have to stay out of her. But seeing her on that condition I never control me. Whatever she will think I don’t care. I am not going to mind. I ask her “are you ok? Why are you crying? May I help….” Before I finish my words she react “how many times I have to tell you. Why are you interfering in my life? Just stay out of me.” She gets back to her seat. I am worrying about her. But I don’t want to hurt her again. I left her in her decision. I lean towards the door.  The cool breeze gently touches me. That breeze make my eyes wet. When I wiped my tears, I remember her tear. I want to see her. At least I want to see that she is doing better. I don’t know why she is crying?  I don’t know what’s wrong with me? Why I am bothering myself because of her? I know hardly her from thirty minutes before. But? I don’t know. I have gone to my seat to see her. I see some guys mess with my sweet little heart. I don’t know when I start to consider her as my sweet little heart. But my heart feels that. I never been out of in fight when someone needs help but here she needs how could I control myself? Whatever she thinks about me I don’t care. I am going to help her. I go there. “Hey, what are you doing? I ask them.
   “See, hero has come. One guy said from the gang. I stare at him.
  “Sorry sir. I didn’t do anything. Don’t stare at me. I am getting panic.” He said mockingly and hides himself behind his friend. I continue to stare at him. One of the guys comes near to slap me. I pick his hand in my arm and done with break his right hand bone. All of a sudden everyone gets allots. And every one ready for attack me. I balance to keep away from their punch. After all I am a black belt holder. Among our fight sequence TTR comes. He stops us and asked, “What’s going on?”
  “He hits us.” One of the guys from the gang responds. TTR stare at me. “Why were you hit them? Are you rogue?” he asks.
  “Sir, I am not a rogue. They are rogue. They misbehave d with this girl. So I hit them.” I say.
“No sir. He is lies. Ask her we just talked with her.” the gang respond.TTR looks at me then a gang. After that he turns to my sweet little heart who is in great shock. “Tell me what happened?” he asks with concern. She looks at me. May be stare at me. I am little bit of shiver. I know she hates me. I think her stare not bad at all. She is not in the aim of take a revenge on me, I think. Like my thought she says, “They were trying to flirt me. And they were trying to place their hand on me.” From her statement, I can see TTR’s anger. He turns to the gang and stares at them and takes his wacky talkie and informs the police. When next station arrives they are arrest by the police. I am in bit of relax. I turn to her and said ‘thanks’. She is beaming and says “why are you saying thanks. I want to say that. Anyway thanks. “She grins. I take advantage. “Is it you?”
“What?” she asks. “I can’t believe it? Is it you?” I ask again. “Hey, what’s wrong with you? What are you blabbering?” she asks with a wide smile. I know first time she likes my way of talking. So I continue. Do you think what I am blabbering? Wait, first I am going to tell her “you smiled.” I said. I know. She and you thinking I am mad. Obviously, when man going to fall in love he became mad. This is the first symptoms of love. She is beaming. “In this forty five minutes travel first time you smiled. I am surprised you know how to smile.” I clear her. In this time she smiles loudly. She mesmerizes me. “If you don’t mind shall I ask something?”I ask. She nods. So that I ask, “Why were you crying when you stood near the door?” her smile disappears. Her face pales. Maybe I asked the wrong question which I don’t want to ask. Just now she started to talk with me. But I collapsed that. I curse myself to do that. I said politely “if you don’t want to say, its ok. Sorry for the question.” Her eyes set between the two mountains. After the break of silence she mutters, “This is called fate.” I am not going to interrupt her. I look at her eyes but her eyes still set between the mountains.  I can see her wet eyes. I decide to stay calm. She continues “tomorrow my marriage.” “What?”  I  Shock. I don’t know how to react. Tomorrow is my sweet little heart is going to marry someone. After a minute I feel little relax. Because she is not happy that means she is not interest with marriage. I hide my smile. I act like I am happy with her marriage. Ii wish her, “congratulations.” She turns to me and says “but it’s not going to happen.” “What!” I exclaim. I thought she is not happy with marriage. But the fact is not that. “I am sorry. I can’t understand. Could you please explain me.” I say. She looks at me and says “the guy whom I am going to marry is dead.” I freeze. I don’t know what to say. Tears roll down on her face. I want to console her but I don’t know how? I would like to be kerchief which can wipe her tears. Slowly I ask “how he died?”
She clears her throat and says “he slips from his balcony and ……”she is panting. I look at her. Her tears pierce my heart. My heart is aching. She controls herself and says “he died. But this world blames on me. They said that I am the reason of his death. He engaged with me. So that he died. I hate myself.” I hardly understand what she is telling to me. She weeps. I don’t know what the world think about her but she blames herself for what happened. I would like to be a kerchief which can wipe her tears. I would like to touch her hand. That time something blinks in my head. “What is his name?” I ask. “Arjun.” she replies. “Where was he worked?” “IT Company. Why are you asking about him?” she asks.
“I am going to give a shock news.” I say. She looks right into my eyes. I continue, “Arjun is my friend. You have to be happy. Because he died before you marry him.”
She is beaming, “sorry. I can’t understand.”
“As I told you he is my friend. His death is not an accident. That is suicide.” I say. She looks shock and slowly wipes her tears and asks “why?”
“He had a cancer. He hides it from everyone because he didn’t want any concern from others.”
“He had a cancer! Why he attempt suicide? You know how medical facilities in these days.”
“Yeah, I know but he was in his final stage. Every doctor even specialist ignored to keep him alive. So he thought about suicide. And he told me all that. I advised him not to suicide and I came to cheer him. But before I came he died. When I was in his home, his funeral was going on. I was about to told his parents that it was not an accident it was a suicide. But this is not good for their parents. They already setup their mind with accident. If I told the truth it makes more pain in their heart. So I didn’t tell them anything.” She still looks right into my eyes. Now she is not crying. “Would you like to help me?”
“What?” she asks.
“Don’t tell the truth to anyone.”
“Never.” she says.
 I become her compurgator.I hide my smile behind my innocent face. My sweet little heart believes me. She completely trusts my story. Yes I lied. I really don’t know who is Arjun. I just want to make my sweet little heart comfort. I succeed that. I have to say sorry to arjun. Sorry dude. I didn’t like my girl would be sad, I apologetic. Little later I changed the topic. She enjoys my company. I don’t know how eight hours passed my journey going to be end. Before I ask she gives me her number. Girls never give their number to anyone who they don’t know. She gives to me because she completely trusts me. Our life starts with friendship. When my train journey is end my life journey starts with her.

SUPER PLAZA

Today I had a different experience in my life. I was waiting for my so outside of his school. His name is vinoth. When he came he hugs me. I made him sit on my scooter. And we went to super plaza. It is one of the biggest markets in our city. This supermarket is typically comprises meat, fresh  produce, dairy, and baked goods aisles, along with shelf space reserved for canned and packaged goods as well as for various non-food items such as kitchenware, household cleaners, pharmacy products and pet supplies.  When I parked my vehicle my son was skit. When I went to help him one guy came to help him. He looks like baby. but he is not. He adjusted his nerdy spectacle and said “careful”. I looked at him and said “thanks”. I think he is about twenty. I can saw his innocent face. After that I went I to the plaza. And I started my purchase. Everyone knows how women purchase. I took my own time. I went through all compartments. When I went through with milk products I collide with someone. I saw his face. He is no one but that guy with his nerdy spectacle. I was shocked. He said “sorry”. I said “it’s ok”. I went to pick some chocolate for vinoth. When I took a big chocolate, I saw the guy with his nerdy spectacle. He is the same guy. He smiled at me and I give it back. I do not know am I right?  Or wrong? But I started to doubt on him. I thought he follows me. Then I went another side to get some grocery. I noticed that my roaming vioth is missing. I went back to milk product side. I saw the guy with his nerdy spectacle clutched vinoth’s hand. When he saw me he loosed his crib. Then he smiled at me. But this time I did not give back. I grab vinoth’s hand. We left that place. We went to Bill counter where I paid for my goods. Then we came out of the market where vinoth remembered me about medicine for my aunt. I made him sit on the bench which is placed on the right corner of the plaza and I left my two bags near vinoth. I took vitamin tablet for vinoth and some sugar tablet for aunt. Then I returned to vinoth and I was shocked. The guy with his nerdy spectacle was doing something inside my bag. I went near him and scold him harshly. I grabbed vinoth’s hand and my bags. We came out of the plaza. Vinoth climbed on my scooter. We drive off. In the way back to home I noticed somebody follows me. When I turned back, he is the same guy with his nerdy spectacle. I stopped my vehicle and he too. I saw one police man near the road. I complained about the guy with his nerdy spectacle.  Police asked for my address. And take that guy under his custody. I went back to my home. I dropped the bags on the dining table and went to the kitchen. My aunt opened the bags and checked what I bought. And said “why are you ought dicer? We already have it.” I puzzled. “Dicer?”  I said. Then I realized this was not mine. This bag must be the guy with his nerdy spectacle. I felt guilty. I scold him and made him arrest. But real mistake made by me. I heard the sound of calling bell. I opened the door. I saw the same guy with his nerdy spectacle along with police. The guy said, “That’s my bag.” I hang my head down.

WHO IS HE?

From the time I woke up I just recall those moment. When I closed my eyes , his uncleared face come in front of me. It was a wonderful dream. Yeah it just a dream but it meant lot for me. My dad kissed my forehead and handover my hand to him. Who is he? Where is he from? What kind of man he is? How did he treat me like queen? or slave?  Did he respect me? Did he give any importance to my feelings? I don’t know anything. I must  spend my remaining life with him. I don’t have any other choice. So I bid goodbye to my family. We were in the car. Till then I had never been away from my family. The departure from my family was painful for me.  When he saw my tears from my eyes , he clutched my hand. Our eyes met and his eyes consoled my heart  and tells that ‘I am always with you’. I winked. My tears rolled on my cheeks and he wiped my tears. I chuckled and refrain that. He took me to his home. I thought myself as an alien. I blinked. Everyone came to me and was trying to talk with me. I felt fainting. I don’t know what shall I do in that moment. My eye ball was searching for him. I found him among a swarm of people. He noticed me and cut off the people and came towards me. I became nervous. He held my hand and took me in his room and told ‘take rest . I will be back after a while’ and he left me. I took rest on his bed, sorry my bed. Yeah he told me that whatever he had that was mine and added that now this is my room if I permitted him he will stay here. I like his sense of humor. He came after a while and sat near me. I panicked. Till that moment, no one sit near me like him. My heart missed that beats and then become fast . I took the long breath. My eyes danced. I had run in high temperature. I asked myself who is he? Why he sat near me? Why these things happened so fast? And I requested the god to help me. I was sure that he will be a mind reader. He clutched my hand and looked at my eyes and said that ‘don’t get panic. I am not a beast. I am your husband. I know how girls feel in this time. It’s not compulsary to start our relationship now. We should understand each other. For that we want to become friends. Shall you ready to accept my request?’. He offered his hand for handshake. I chuckled and gave my hand. We shook.  Then we talk about our childhood life, school life, college life, etc. Then he showed his photo album. I mocked him. He smiled cutely. I thought that departure from my family was a blessing in disguise to me, because I got a best friend as well as perfect partner in my life. That’s all then my mom shouted “salma…. Salma…… get up. It’s time to your college. Where is he? Who is he? I am waiting for him………………………………………………….