The peeking sun, balloons and other stories…

Yea this story is about a million other stories that will happen, or are supposed to happen, small, big and large; stories now dreams later or dreams now and stories later… But unlike other stories this only happened an hour back…

This story is about the peeking sun, the tied balloons and a dream that is holding everything together…

In the far corner of the road she was standing in a typical pinkish dress, a blue tinted dream with shaggy blurred corners... the green off road was reflecting the blue light somehow and beside that Matte finished olive green meadow she stood; her eyes not moving, legs unshaken in the cold winds, mist slowly grabbing her with cold, her arms missing out the opportunity to hug herself; sheepishly she was holding onto those balloons....she managed to walk...Slowly…

The clouds were drifting apart and the sky was clearing and slowly the sun was coming to my way with her. The balloons where in a rush and those lips smiled with those cute braces, the cold, cold was moving away with a lot of worries...

I had a camera in my hand, thought of clicking her…but felt a bit possessive, I didn’t want this dream to be captured, but how can I ever remember her without a picture? Everything at that moment depended upon me, should I take a picture or should I leave…I could see the sun peeking out from the balloons and she was the dream holding everything together and with her I might could have started a million stories, but it was dream and a dream always had to end, but as a memory, a sweet one I took the balloons and the peeking sun; and with that photo a lot of memories stood there, memories, dreams, fantasies…

Violet poppins.....

Red, blue, purple, green and violet, violet, violet...….the colours have amused me a lot...

Was simply walking through that road which I have walked a thousand times, small dhabeela type street shops reminded me of the galis in delhi but the tarpaulins were replaced with coconut fronds….thought about it for a minute..Our ancestors would have been some cool pan chewing eco friendly dudes to use coconut fronds as a building material, felt proud for a second, that dude was a genius to come up with such an idea…but the amazing fact is people still relate to it; atleast I was…..

So as I passed by I thought of looking at the jars just out of curiosity…and suddenly I felt a nostalgia pass by, on that clutter of peanut candies, cracking Murukku and delicious matrix achappams there where slapdashish POPPINS inside a glass bottle..A thousand vague memoirs ran in my mind and I ran, jumped, screamed, howled and laughed crazily on my long lost past, I thought I was wearing that old trousers from school days, aaaaaah the world was so airy then, felt a little uncomfortable with my jeans….

I wanted it and I wanted the violet one more dearly, but what would it cost? what would a POPPINS cost?? what would a dream cost….I could have dreamt about travelling in a limo , dreamt about buying the island America, I could have even dreamt about setting off to moon or world peace but right at that moment I was dreaming POPPINS…..sweet crystals that once mesmerized me…

I asked the old dude sitting on the shop for a POPPINS; the guy was just baffled to see me asking that; felt awkward for a moment, can’t blame him, when on your senses will you expect a tall huge guy with a stoned look come and ask for POPPINS…It took a while for the guy to close his mouth; smiling inside and showing all the seriousness of his age he asked “how many?” that was a question I wasn’t expecting, I was just thinking about buying one ..but this question of how many opened up a thousand possibilities…will one be enough or should I buy more? Should I be buying enough for a week? How many violet ones will I get if I buy for 20? How much does a POPPINS cost? how many will be in one POPPINS? The decision was hard to take and the smile inside the dude was coming on his face, even I laughed vaguely, by this time he would have judged me & tailored a story about me. But it was poppins and his laugh was a sweet one. I pictured a better story than he has for me…the vague smile from my side again….and with all the courage I asked for one POPPINS. Thy shouldn’t be greedy, was this on the ten commandments? Tried remembering the scene from the movie…no idea…

The dude said “two bucks” and this time I was baffled, just two bucks? I asked..Okay then give me poppins for ten, I was asking with such a pride that the guy almost broke into laughter but he controlled; I was ashamed, why is this guy laughing haven’t he seen huge men asking poppins? Silly guy….he should get more life experiences and learn not to laugh on people who want poppins in their lives… And at last five packets of poppins on my hand, I was feeling greedy…popping one poppins was just the thing that I could think of, but not here, not in front of this evil monster who wants to see me pop one poppins so that he can laugh later, I knew his evil plan from the very beginning and like Sherlock Holmes with the satisfaction of understanding this guys evil plan I walked in slow motion from that shop; well at least it was like that in my mind. The temptation was too much, and didn’t thought about it much…Opened the newly added plastic cover, the old was hiding inside it, the old paper packed poppins…opened the paper pack but this time with more enthusiasm…the first beauty I saw was the violet one, my precioussss………………..my dream… and that brief moment I was happy…I was travelling in a limo, I just bought the Island America, I went to the moon and came back and there was world peace…and all this because of a poppins..a small violet poppins….

Goodbye chats......

Other than some unspecific random thoughts there was nothing else in my mind…..it was the usual. Drizzling with soft rock as the background, a hot cup of coffee on the table and Swetha Binu was bored as usual on the other side of the facebook. The smokes where fading away in me and Adele was singing “make you feel my love”, the coffee in front of the monitor was steaming and in the dim light I saw the steam coming up slowly, the white light from the screen and the pitch black background made the picture all the more sexy….the moment seemed a bit cliché but it was priceless….suddenly the chat popped up...was somebody I met yesterday…her smiling face suddenly came to my mind and I smiled, even she might have smiled..

I started typing on the glossy keyboard, it would have been difficult for an acquaintance to search for the alphabets in this dim light but years of chatting experience made my fingers go swiftly on the board, those years where gone when you should have learned typing to get good speed, now chat years decides them...

Her hands would have been running as quickly as mine, the replies where coming faster than I was expecting, coffee; strong yummmmm….the dialogue went from tattooing to a cancerien and Linda Goodman being a common thing, she almost always came handy when chatting…the gratitude to Linda Goodman was broken by her mother, she wanted her to come and have dinner, but she would come I knew and the goodbye chat continued another 15 minutes..Goodbye chats…again had a sip of coffee, coffee; strong yummmmmm…….

The green twinkling dreams of a firefly & me…..

Twinkles …..Green twinkles, on the far side of the room I could see it, a small flying lady just overpowering the monitors light on that part of my cavern, she was pretty; soft green light just spreading slowly, blinking slowly; no she was shimmering or was she burning?....a soft and slow green burning, felt sad for a second, no she is happy…..happily burning?

A cool breeze from the window brought her more close to me, she slowly flew and came sat next to my monitor, maybe she thought that this light was hers…..but even then she didn’t gave up burning….she was shimmering this time bleak and through my sleepless nights she sat and flew ….not with high colours but with green. Slowly with the green burning I watched her, she was something to be watched now, she was again flying, just flying not settling and not standing she flew throughout the night, my sleepless nights…the rains where out…the clouds where heavy…the burst of lightning and thunder was all over, and then it slowly poured and I wished for a million fireflies out there, but only one was close to me, near to my monitor thinking that the light is hers……all hers one time...a time...but the firefly just flew....flew high....

A kiss.......

Upon deviating a lot from your life is when you realize that it takes only a moment to wake up from whatever you have been contemplating or been deviated from. It’s not an idea that changes your life; it’s an eye-opener that changes your life.

For me it came as a sudden shock, I was craving for her lips at that moment, a lot of shit has happened so far but the craving was becoming absolute and the ego obsolete, what was left was a cliché; what everybody thought of love to be, but if love is universal shouldn’t it be a cliché? So it actually rains and dances do happen and bells do ring, but then why was I missing it all? No rains, no winds no clouds and no kiss...

A kiss on a normal situation is like Bourneville; you earn it ;) and it’s not easy for to earn it…but that beautiful moment when you come close and that point where your noses are supposed to touch and you look into her eyes and you find her closed eyes expecting something beautiful and ready to take that moment to the fullest, that ravishing moment when beauty, love and lust combines; but I thought which is more beautiful the kiss or that look, hmmmm that seemed like the most beautiful thought after a really long time. I grabbed her tightly; has she put on weight? Her hips seems to be a bit more heavy than I felt it the last time, she quickly grabbed my neck from behind and now I could feel her going crazy it was as if a thousand butterflies was flying out of her stomach, my situation wasn’t different either; it seemed as if it was not a kiss but ecstasy, you don’t find this feeling often when you kiss but it was not a cliché; it was not a kiss….

and I woke up, it was then that I realized I was dreaming of a dream..But in the end it just passed as a dream..And all I wished was a touch from your lips, a kiss….