A meeting at the airport

“Dear passengers, Indigo Flight Number XXX from Ahmedabad to Chennai has been delayed by 1 hour. Sorry for the inconvenience caused”. This was the announcement which made her move restlessly in her seat. She was already tired after the big what-are-you-doing-with-your-life lecture from her parents all the way from home till airport. Frustrated, she took out the newspaper from her bag and started pondering over the half-solved Sudoku.

“Can I help you with that?”, came a voice from the next seat. She looked to her side and there he was! A handsome man. She smiled on the inside and said,”Sure”. She looked back to her puzzle and wondered,”Really! A good looking man beside me!? When did God become so grateful towards me”. They finished the puzzle together and then they got to talking.

He was a Merchant Navy officer posted in Chennai. Both of them were going to the same place but on different flights. During all these talks, she realized she had a crush on this guy. She kept smiling all the time. She hadn’t felt this way since a long time.

One hour had passed and there was an announcement for boarding. She had to go. He pleaded her to take a flight with him. She stood up to leave. He held her hands and said,”Just stay.” She said,”I can’t. I have to go.”

“At least give me your number”.

She looked at him for a while and gave her old number which she knew she won’t be using. He still didn’t let go of her hand. It was the final boarding announcement for her. An attendant came and requested him to let go of her.

She boarded the plane. She took her seat and her phone rang. “Hey babe, did you board?” “Yea I did”, said she “See you soon. Love you.” She disconnected the call and looked at herself on the phone and cringed. “It happens once in a blue moon that a handsome guy sits near me and that’s the only time I have to look so messy”, she sighed “Eh, whatever!”

She put on her seat belt and looked outside. The plane took off and she looked at the clouds and smiled and felt good. It wasn’t necessary to act on her emotions. It was the feeling of being desired that counted.

In response to The Daily Post Discover Challenge: CHANCE ENCOUNTER

If she were mine..

“If she were mine, she wouldn’t be seeing this day”, said Akhil.

He sat beside the hospital bed holding Shaila’s hand, tears welling up in his eyes.

Anant was standing by the window, head hung in disappointment.

“I would have kept her like a princess all my life.” he continued “I was ready to take the commitment. But it was my ill fate that she chose you over me. How could you let this happen to her?”

“I was scared of the commitment”, said Anant in a feeble voice. “It was all of a sudden and I never thought that she would take such a step.”

Shaila was a quirky and bubbly girl. She and Anant were in love during their college days. But after college, they moved to different cities for their jobs. They grew apart and eventually broke up. Then she met Akhil. He was everything she had ever hoped for. They dated for a year.

Then one day, Akhil proposed. She looked puzzled and asked him if he was sure. Akhil knew everything about Anant and that she misses him sometimes. He smiled and said he couldn’t be surer about anything else. Shaila said yes. They got engaged.

Everything was going good but somewhere, her heart still yearned for Anant. She thought it was unfair to Akhil. After all he is such a great guy and he accepted her after everything. She decided she will confess.

Scared, she told Akhil everything that was in her mind. He was heart-broken. He mustered up courage and asked her if she wants to go back to him. She said she wants to give it a try. Akhil broke down and sobbed furiously. She hugged him for one last time and handed over the ring to him.

But Anant turned out to be a wretch. He plainly said no saying he doesn’t want to see her ever again. Unable to take the rejection, she locked herself in her room and slit her wrists. Her friends found her when a lot of blood had been lost.

“I can’t see her like this”, said Akhil. And he went out of the room.

After sometime, the doctor informed her family that she is out of danger and back to her senses. He said she wants to speak to Akhil and Anant. Both of them went inside the room. Seeing her, Akhil got emotional. He sat beside her.

Shaila held his hands and smiled at him. She looked at Anant and said,”It was the biggest mistake of my life that I even thought of going back to you. Well, it wasn’t your mistake wholly. I should have asked first but you could have been a little nicer. I guess you have better things to do. Please leave.” As Anant was turning towards the door, she called out to him,” And never.. ever.. show me your face again.” With a terrible look on his face, Anant left.

She slowly turned her face towards Akhil and said,”You know people sometimes do stupid things. And you know what should other people do with them?”

“What?” asked Akhil.

“Forgive them.”, she said with a smile. “I am really sorry I put you through this. Can I have my ring back please?”

With a crooked look, Akhil said,”Huh, do i have a choice?”





Call disconnected.

“But it’s your dream job,” said my grandma “Don’t miss the interview. I will manage”

“No, I won’t leave his side until he is well and moving”, said my grandpa on seeing his son down with fever.

30 years later,

“Brother please come to see father or at least send some money”, said my aunt “We need to admit him.”

“Can’t you keep him on painkillers for just two months? My daughter’s board exams are approaching. I will be there after that.”

“But her exams are in 21 days. And you are in the same city. He needs an immediate surgery or the doctors say he won’t be able to walk ever again.”

My uncle said, “Try to understand, I don’t want any sort of disturbance for her. I am sure you all will manage.”

Call disconnected.


Thud, thud, thud…

I woke up with a jolt hearing the loud bang on my door. With my eyes still shut, I searched for my phone. Opening my eyelids a bit, I saw the time. 2:00 am, it said. “Who the hell is it at this time?” I thought. I called out to my roommate, “Arpita, get the damn door.”

Thud, thud, thud… The door banged again.

Irritated, I yelled, “Coming.” I murmured to myself, “It must be the stupid watchman again.”

I balanced myself on the floor. I didn’t want the light to disturb my sleep so I stretched my hands forward and started walking. Somehow I managed to grab the door open and walked into the hall. I reached the main door. As I was approaching the peephole there was another loud bang on the door and it didn’t stop. I was fully awake and suspicious.

“Why isn’t Arpita waking up?” I thought.

Amidst all that noise, I slowly knelt down and looked out from the left down corner of the window. It was all dark outside which was making it difficult for me to see the person’s face. I focussed hard on the face. “Singh Sir!” I said to myself.

It was Mr Anupam Singh, my Chemistry professor. Confused, I was trying to comprehend what was he up to. He had a grave look on his face. He was wearing a heavy coat. Grazing my eyes below I saw he was wearing gloves. I still was unable to make out what brought him here this late at night.

Suddenly something glistened in the dark. To my horror, he was holding a butcher’s knife. I could hear my heart beat rising and I could feel my ears getting warm. I said to myself that it isn’t the time to be nervous but do something.

I crawled slowly towards Arpita’s room and away from the door. Once in her room, I called out to her but she wouldn’t reply. Thinking that she must be fast asleep, I called out to her repeatedly and realized that she isn’t there in the room. She must have sneaked out after I fell asleep. My fear knew no bounds.

Failing to understand the whole situation I cursed Arpita, “You have to irritate me all day long but meeting your boyfriend obviously couldn’t wait when this one particular day I needed your help.”

I moved to a corner of the room and sat quietly. Gazing towards the ceiling I began to think what must be the reason that my professor is so angry with me that he wants to kill me. “Is it because I didn’t attend his lectures?” I thought “He had once overheard me saying that his lectures are boring.

Is it because of that!? Really?

He could have asked for an apology or something little less threatening.” I buried my face in my hands and started crying when it struck me, we have a roof.

“Stupid me”, I murmured. I jumped to my feet and tip-toed across the hall to the kitchen.

Suddenly the door stopped banging.

As I was about to climb the stairs to the roof, there was a sudden noise on the door as if he was trying to hammer the door down. I ran with all might to the roof upstairs and bolted the door from outside. I was panting for breath but I kept running.

There was a small room on the terrace which was kind of like a store room. I went inside the room but there was no bolt. I hid behind an old sofa. I kept my hands on my mouth so as to control my panting. After sometime I could hear the hammer banging sounds on the terrace door and eventually it broke open.

I heard his footsteps coming nearer to the room. I could see him through that open door. He was facing away from the room. Then suddenly he turned around and started walking towards the room, dragging the hammer on the cement floor.

I observed him carefully as he walked to the door. I knew that time was running out but suppressed the urge to check my watch. I took a deep breath and started counting in reverse under my breath. “Ten, nine, eight, seven…” I heard him call out to me by my surname. The deeper his voice becomes, the tighter I close my eyes and pray for this nightmare to be over.

Suddenly I could hear a lot of whispering and giggling. I couldn’t understand what was happening to me.

“Chakraaaaa, out I said”, I heard someone saying.

I opened my eyes at once and tilted my head slowly to look to the front.

An angry Mr. Singh was staring at me and pointing towards the door. “Get out of my class at once, NOW!”

I wiped my sweating face with my hand and without looking at any of the giggling faces, I stood up and walked out of the room.