Revenge

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.

The Castle

Written for Mondays Finish the Story!

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Few knew about the castle hidden inside the island” said Jay.

“And even fewer know about the secret it holds. It is said that centuries ago the princess of the castle killed herself. She was madly in love with the royal gardener but the king, her father didn’t approve of their relationship. He had the gardener beheaded. Traumatized, the princess committed suicide to meet her lover in afterlife.”

“Even now sometimes one can hear the echoes of the princess singing through the forests when she dances around in the castle in joy of meeting her lover. They say if a couple, truly in love reach the castle alive, crossing the dense forests and rivers, they become inseparable and their love stays till eternity.”

“This is utter non sense”, said Rahul, making his way through the forest. “I am telling…”

His voice was silenced by a shrill female voice that seemed to come from the top of the hill.

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Attraction!

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I hate this shop, this dark and gloomy shop. Same old boring faces every day. This is not what I had signed for. My life is anything but interesting. What do I do!

Woahh.. What’s this beautiful smell!? Ah, it’s her. Oh god! I hope she doesn’t catch me staring at her. I am just not able to take my eyes off her perfect ivory skin. My heart just melts looking at her metallic rose tinted cheeks.

Wait! Why is she coming towards me!? Oh God, No! No! Is she really gonna sit beside me!? Oh yes, She is! I should say something. Or should I just stay quiet!? Her soft skin is touching my skin. I think my heart just skipped a beat.

I just want to look at her and say, “I love the feathery touch of the soft frilly fabric on you against my skin. The white beads that lay coyly on you, adorns your body like pearls in the ocean. Oh, I so envy those exotic flowers that touch your smooth skin. I know, I know, you’re way out of my league. I am just a simple, crazy hat who’s head over heels in love with you.” I wish I had the courage to tell you that.

Why am I acting like a doofus! I will talk to her today, definitely. I will be like, “Hey Hattie, How u doin!”…….. Nah! I can’t pull that off. What am I thinking! I will be like, “Yo babe! Wanna go out with me!”….What am I, nuts!? What am I gonna say to her….

Wait, where are you taking her!? She just came here. Hey you dude, handle her gently or I am gonna break your hands! Did you just throw her on the ground!? Ohhhh… You’re gonna pay for this!

I wish I could come into life and snatch you from the world Hattie. I would take you in my arms and kiss you and make you forget all the pain that you go through every single day. But I guess I will have to sit here and wait if I am lucky enough to get you back or watch someone else take you away from me.

In response to Pic and a Word Challenge.

Memories

Written for Mondays Finish the Story.


“As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upwards and remembered Jean Pierre.”

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Jean, whom she had loved more than anything else in this world. But, now the name itself sends chills down her spine. She can never forget that night. Everyday she dreams of a new beginning but the bruises on her body don’t let her forget the past. She is glad those days are over but the memories still haunt her.

Suddenly she felt somebody’s hand in her hand. Its Zac. She thinks,”Oh, how much he reminds me of you! But I have to be strong. For my little angel. For our child. No! My child.” She smiles and picks him up. Together they walk towards the tower dreaming of a new beginning, again!

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Dance

It is dancing for me.

No matter how late I return from work I find at least 15 minutes to dance. It doesn’t necessarily need to be a proper form of dancing. Sometimes I just dance crazy just flailing my hands wildly. The peace I get from dancing is incomparable.

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I still remember the sound of feet tapping on the wooden auditorium stage during rehearsals in college. Fatigue, hunger never used to bother me while practicing. Sometimes I just close my eyes and imagine myself on that stage, the lights just on me, the whole auditorium cheering and clapping and the music plays… The adrenaline rush and the excitement at that time is something different. It cannot be explained.

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We were performing on Gangnam Style in the above picture. I look funny I know. The whole day was crazy. I had been to a friend’s engagement ceremony and my flight got rescheduled. There was no way I could reach in time for my performance. Call it luck or something else, my performance got rescheduled to later in the evening due to some problems in the venue.

Dance keeps my emotions in check. Those few moments of dancing give me all my happy hormones and gets me going.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “On the Edge.”

Brides

There was this thought going on in my mind for quite some time that women are so beautiful. More than that, how gorgeous a woman looks as a bride. I wanted to sketch that thought on a paper. So, one fine Sunday morning, I did..1553391_10200119186379790_3066504674213680971_o And this is a sketch of another bride I made a year back..

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INTRICATE

This sketch which I made during my free time in lab. It’s sketched with a ball-point pen.

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During a friend’s treat, we were served customized dishes. At the end of 17 dishes, this was the last thing that came. I couldn’t understand what this thing was. I thought it might be a dessert or something. The waiter was taking away my spoon. I stopped him and asked him to give it back. He looked puzzled. My friends were also laughing. Finally the waiter said,”But.. Madam, this is a wet paper napkin, for wiping your hands and mouth.” It was really embarrassing.

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In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Intricate.”