A Walk to Remember

The Day, it was tiring and fuming here in his place winter is beautiful though he is having extreme climatic conditions he used do love and to live the place as he is habituated to that. It was mist called pani thuli in tamil and it in the surroundings resembled as a set for movies where hero walks alone in despair and love…and his situation is dicey…even here he had the same situation but he was in elevated feelings and adorable thoughts…..

After taking a hot bath the aura became stronger…around him…now it was his turn to walk out into mist and get some dew drops on his sleeves…with that wish left his room for dinner…he had a rough day with work that had no work to do…but required his stay, to wait for the moment to come which never came…in the whole day….after his vigorous play time his tummy was ready to get quenched with delicious typical south Indian dinner with sambar, lemon rasam….oh so tasty….then came back to watch the jab we met in his system… now comfortably sitting in front of system………

From the frame one itself he fell in love with movie…he said to himself “oh my god its kareena” her character that was intimidating but enjoyable…then the hero…awesome such a well crafted character in the whole movie he like to feel good about the hero who saw the agony and problems in his life before and now trying to learn to overcome while the heroin is clueless and just kiddish….

Now the fone rang…he was happy to lift the phone, it was the same old phone from his home…which…was carrying all the unseen emotions and arguments on phone to him from his family… this time again the same thing…now he had a different problem, the problem with a family is they always find problem to speak on and people to argue with and to conclude they will find a very fine nice lookin free suggestion which will be very good one but which wont suit the person, as they won’t or never step into others shoe…
And it started….now the couple in movie were paused to play at the station to where they reach by a super driving skills of our hero…….and after this fone his presence in hyd was demanded.

The problem on phone was his dad…:O./.. Actually not his dad…his relatives…
Recently it was diwali when he his dad to get operated a CABG which in normal formal English said as Bypass….of veins of heart to suppress the heart attack occurrence chances and to save him…

From then he became a kind of radio jockey who have to answer all dumb questions on a dumb show which is critical for him…. He was tired to repeat the same words for all his family members… not family members they are called relatives….

They talk about his job because, rather than his fathers operation because they want to know how their family is like independent or still dependent. If that fellow didn’t have a job they aren’t going to help but they feel free for a free suggestion.

And being whipped with slashes that were sugar coated, he went to see his father in Hyderabad. He was frustrated and walking on the roads of Hyderabad, and it is the second week his dad still in hospital. As it was diwali the roads are covered in smoke of cracker bursting mixed with fog. He wanted to be alone so switched his mobile off…and started a undestined walk.
His mind stopped racing through the thoughts he saw the people a small group created a small slum in which also one can find the beauty of diwali, the grace of festival, under those thatched roofs too… children there haven’t got any new dresses but still happy with their little possessions that they found in front of people’s houses where they leave unlit crackers and also un burnt ones and they try their best to burn them and clap…..on their success.

The festival usually comes in winter and even that biting chillness people come out and perform the exercise. How traditionally scientific fun he thought as the smoke from crackers keep insects away from home. Being a holiday and everything shutter downed he was crossing the very shops which used to be crowded. As he lost in observing things and reaching the almost serenity he forgot where he was led to by his subconscious mind in search of love that he deserved.

Then there was a flash of light, and a loud screech and a small crushing sound and a scream followed it. This took him back into presence, he was in the middle of road, the light belongs to a TVS scooty, and it was his luck as the boy who was riding it scared of those suddenly blasted cracker in air by those children in slum. And hit it to the divider. He rushed to pick him up.

It took few minutes to adjust his eyes to the road lit by neon bulbed poles. Now, he ran near to scooty as it is festival nobody came. He thought he was the lone rescuer, when he ran to that kid he was fine and laughing and he asked him whether he is fine or not and checked for wounds and asked how did you come here alone? And how did they allow him to go alone who ain’t pro in riding.

And helped him to get back to feet and started his walk back to hospital, he took around ten steps now he saw a gal running towards the kid, now he have to adjust his eyes for few breath taking moments and stood there stunned at the beauty, the sky blazed with the rockets and sprinkled stars that were there for few seconds, and all street lights off due to transformer burnt down by misfired rocket, and the only light which assisted him to watch the beauty are sparks from transformer and occasionally lit sky.

He was stunned, and then he walked up to her, to scold as she left the boy unsupervised. Then when he reached up to speak nothing came and that kid introduced her. And that gal was not his relative she lives next door to that kid’s home; they were on a fun fare. Which he came to know later. And kid introduced her to him. Her name is neelima. And her eyes dark and shining and deep. He started loosing himself into her looks itself.

The boy was in hurry as it was already nine o clock, so he left an the gal stayed, as she prefer to walk. So, now he got company for his walk, they chatted their conversation took off normally.

They were walking and a small wind just made her hair to move so that when she tries to adjust it, he can glance her face like a full moon in dark sky. They talked about politics and chocolates and love between people, their covering was vast. When they spoke about love. She asked him, what u seek to like or love. And those were the last words that they spoke on that walk.

They never met each other like that any where, because they were united, and they had same feelings to love somebody and from that point they co-existed in their own worlds trying to get back to normal, but nobody because the other ones character was radiating its aura as powerfully as they can’t ignore each other any more.

But, life took back with the routines and they went to each others favorite restaurants and ate each others favorite recipes, they took each others ideas and implemented them, they changed themselves a lot, as though they miss each others physical presence, they still felt the same warmth of each being together. As the hope started wading off meeting each other and they agreed to their parents and got ready to marry.

The first match both were reluctant to go but, situation demanded and when they met there they thought that it was destiny that made them meet. So being on cloud nine, the boy and gal hit the road again on the same diwali on the same spot and had their first things there. When they started back they were stunned by a cracker thrown into air by a child from the slum and they saw a flash of light and a loud burst which deafened their ears.

Later they saw each other in Operation Theater under the flash light and smiled and that smile never faded from their faces even in the burial grounds they were smiling; now the flowers even smile on their graves and the whole grave yard never dried.