It has been a while since I wrote a fiction series in parts, and the topics at the BarAThon challenge felt perfect to try and do one. The words seem to flow better now, and this is the third part of this seven part fiction, for the Day 3 topic, “Fragile Lives.”
Index of Posts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7
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The grandfather clock had just struck ten when Smriti sat down to write. Outside, the stars shone in the night sky, not a cloud in sight. And yet, she remembered the clouds well.
“When something is absent, we remember it more vividly than when it was present,” she wondered. And the thought triggered yet another. Taking the book out from under the pillow, she began to write.
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Strange, how the absence of a person can bring back those memories where the person is omnipresent. And contrary to what many say, these memories do not rush in and rush out either. I know. I’ve felt them closely. The person I never hoped to miss was the one that I ended up missing in my life.
The training period didn’t go as expected. The MNC kept most of the girls it had recruited in Bangalore itself, while the guys had been sent to the training facility in Kolkata. Yet, we didn’t drift apart. We’d Skype often, talk to each other almost every night, wonder if they’d place us in the same city at least after training. We continued to be inseparable.
The big blow to the friendship came soon after, and though I pretended that it was unexpected, it was not. After all, he had told that months back. My parents, true to their word, found a match for me by the end of the year. They showed me a picture of the guy, who worked in the same MNC as well, but at Kolkata. By that time, though, the alliance had been fixed between my parents and his. Five days after I saw the photo, I was engaged. It was a small ceremony at a nearby hotel, with only his close family and my parents and younger sister attending the function. Ten days after that, I was married. Twenty two years old, a fragile girl not yet sure of this life and afraid to stumble, and yet, there I was beginning a new journey.
The only silver lining I saw to the new life was that I’d be in Kolkata. My husband’s recommendation had been enough for the MNC to appoint me to the Kolkata branch. I’d be able to see my best friend again. His guide there had been happy with his performance, and had appointed him to the branch a few days before me. And we picked up where we left off. He was my joy in the City of Joy, my strength in the fragile lives we seemed to lead. My husband had his long working hours and meetings, and didn’t really bother to help me find my feet.
And then, it ended. As abruptly as that sentence, he was gone. A weekend biking trip, a screech of wheels, a lot of lost blood… that was all I remembered his hostel roommate and our colleague telling me over the phone. I didn’t need to hear more. I knew then as I know now, that I couldn’t have taken that blow well. I remember the tears flowing freely on to the silk saree I had been wearing on the day I took that call. And I remember the terseness with which I was told to stop.
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When she put the pen down, Smriti realized that she was shivering. Looking down at the notebook, she saw that the handwriting was barely legible toward the end, and a couple of teardrops had wet the ink as well. It had been many years after, but that phone call still echoed in her ears. She couldn’t forget him, for she had a constant reminder of him in her life.
The day she had had a baby boy, she wanted only one name for him… Ninad.
Index of Posts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 3rd August 2016)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.
Okay, this part is where the plot twist happens? Should I read more into the silk saree phrase? Amazing. And god! I really have to wait one more day? Sigh.
I don’t know where it is headed myself, Dhivya. So the silk saree may or may not play a part in the next part. 😛 For all I know, it could just be what she was wearing at that time. 😀
Wonderfully written Vinay. Now waiting for the remaining story.
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As am I, Ramya. 🙂
Memories always haunt us especially when we lose someone unexpectedly . It is hard to let go when you never had a chance to say goodbye.
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Very true, Jb. It’s really difficult to let go or understand that loss when that goodbye has happened out of sight. 🙁
Some stories have no end…they become a part of the journey.
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Yes. The story of Ninad and Smriti will continue, very true. Thanks, upasna.
Twist of events and a lot more happened in this chapter.. hoping for a lot more to come in remaining parts.. 🙂
Yes. It should develop a little further in coming parts, Saumy. 🙂 Thanks!
Oh I hope her tears didn’t ruin her saree. And I don’t think anyone can take such a news well. Such a shock it might have been… I can only imagine and feel for her. I know what losing someone close to you feels like, but as you said, our lives are fragile and we come here with an expiry date stuck somewhere on us.
I know. I know how that feels too, Ishi. Sigh! Fragile lives with an expiry date. That’s well put actually.
Very interesting and looks like something else is up. Will come back again tomorrow to read. 🙂
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Welcome back any time, Parul. Hope it lives up to the billing!
Such a sad twist of events! Wonder what is in store next.
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I wonder too, Reema. 🙂 The muse hasn’t decided what lies ahead yet.
Yeah… lives are so fragile.
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Yes. They are, SSJ.
Right. Just caught with all three parts. Curious to see where this one is heading. Reads well to me so far …. so will be back
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Even I’m curious, Sid. I only have an inkling of what lies ahead, but that might change. Glad that it reads well so far!
This is so very moving… I can almost picture her at the end.. the phone clutched in her hand as she sobs over his tragic death.. her feelings are very raw and visible here. Perhaps somewhere deep inside her heart she truly loved him. Can’t wait to read part 4 🙂
Yeah. It’s a painful thing to imagine, for sure. 🙁 Maybe she did, but true friendship can be that deep too, Sanaa.
Lovely name. But why did he have to die? 🙁
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Life is such, Rekha. 🙁 It is the unexpected that happens often.