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The Sixth Heaven


English: Photo taken by Rachel Kutzley
English: Photo taken by Rachel Kutzley (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sometimes the simplest moments in life go on to be crucial epitomes of bonds.Today Rukmini Krishnan brings one such interesting tale of bonding The Sixth heaven on Tales to Read which takes you from the innocence of childhood to the realms of grown ups and how they connect.

Part One

As Mrs. Berger entered the class, the entire class went into a hushed silence. She peered through her spectacles, satisfied that the class looked neat, and clean proceeded with her Grammar lessons. Rachel sat with a pout as yet again Samantha had gained over and was next to Vivian. Rachel longed to be with Vivian for she really liked it when he gave her an eraser whenever she lost hers. The seven year olds were all ready with Mrs. Berger’s lessons.

As they worked away in speed, Michael who was not interested tto finish the exercises nudged Andy who in turn nudged Richard who looked towards Vivian. Vivian gave a stern nod and they all got back tto writing again. The bell rang, the class got over, and it was time to take a bite. Velvette came towards Rachel and they shared a cookie and made their way towards the corridor where the people were. They looked at the people play and each of them wishing Vivian was with them, this small seven year old toddler romance soon faded into oblivion with passage of time.

Clips replaced ribbons and belts replaced suspenders. They were all grown up. Now Velvette and Rachel were in the same school and the rest of the boys were in another school. Vivian had progressed to a High School in the town nearby. Velvette with her long pigtails and bespectacled face was every inch an innocent charming girl while Rachel was more brash, careless, and wild.

Time flew each one to oneself and the simmering soft corner for Vivian notwithstanding everyone settled down to a new life filled with responsibilities, kids, family, and commitments.

Part Two

Velvette

She clung the scarf snugly to her neck and quickly walked up the driveway and entered home just in time, for soon it started snowing. Velvette had just come back after a week long tour at her mother’s house and was again back to the grind. Her daughters were fine grown women now and were surely examples of Velvette years of tender loving care. Sheila, the first one was a Management Grad in Bruxton University nearby and was now working as an apprentice in a very popular firm. Shania the second daughter wanted to be counselor and was pursuing her Masters in Counselling in a local University.

Oh! There was so much snow waiting to pour down. Glad I just missed it. Velvette told herself as she made herself a cup of tea. As the snow lashed away at the glass panes, the glazed glass only took her back to some years when she was in Costa Rica with Arthur. Arthur a bundle of energy, vibrance and intelligence and certainly the perfect match for Velvette. Today the family had grown and Arthur was in Kenstown while Velvette lived with her younger daughter. It was a small family yet Velvette missed something. She did not know what.

Rachel

Rachel typed furiously at the laptop as if there was no end. She silently thanked her mother for having made her learn to type the right way. Today Rachel the blogger was a well known figure yet she lacked the zest in her life. Her husband Robert was recovering from a recent accident and her children Krish and Kay were well on to making their life successful. Kay was a Commerce professional seeking apprenticeship in a firm and Krish was in the Tenth Grade. Time flew and after a lot of ups and downs, which are best avoided in Rachel’s memory, today she had a family she could be proud about. Yet there was something missing. Rachel did not know what.

Vivian

Vivian today a Tax Planner was every bit a shrewd calculative Tax professional. None could evade his eyes and Vivian the mild one could turn on his antennae tto swipe roles. Suddenly there would be an air of darkness and the smile would be replaced by a firm stiff upper lip. Vivian was a ruthless boss and anyone working with him would have to have tonnes of patience. As he drove down home, the real Vivian came to fore. He listened to the music in the car and smiled thinking of his wife Beth and his two sons Adam and Atkins who he knew would be waiting for dinner. As he drove into the driveway the shrill voice of Adam came through the window and Vivian kept the chocolate ready for him in his pocket. Everything was so perfect and Vivian silently thanked God for all the good things. Yet there was something missing and Vivian was trying to find out what it was.

Andy

Andy brushed the speck of dirt he saw on his Saville Row suit and eased himself into the Porsche. A staunch car enthusiast, Andy was here by sheer dint of his efforts and hard work. A simple, modest schoolboy worked his way to the top and today Andy was a well respected figure in Financial Circles across the world. His wife Pam an entrepreneur specialized in ethnic décor. A good house, a happy family, two handsome sons Ryan and Shane. Ryan a dapper young man of 18 years was out on military training and Shane was still in school.  Andy smiled to himself as he listened to the Western Classical songs on the Blu Ray. There was everything, yet there was something, he longed for. He hummed a tune but it had no meaning, He sang a song but the lyrics made no sense. There was something missing. He did not know what it was.

Richard

Richard looked every bit a perfect husband with his family. As the photo session got over, they came out of the photo tent and enjoyed the party. The photograph was part of the party organized by one of his friends. Richard married to beautiful Penelope had everything he prayed for. A good family, a lovely wife, and amazing kids. He was working with a very popular firm in the city and had a lot of things to boast about. As they made their way back from the party Penelope looked at Richards face and shook her head. She failed to understand what is it that made Richard think so much. Richard, Andy, Vivian, and Michael met every weekend. Andy away in Middle East, still managed to come up with reasons to visit his friends and they used to meet up.

The meetings were filld with laughter fun and enjoyment. Still they felt a lack and this was killing them.

Mike

Michael made his way out into he open and jogged. He loved his morning jog and used to come back home after picking up the milk, newspaper and some fruits. A man of firm beliefs, Mike as he was called was happier being alone. He loved listening to old classical and was very possessive of his friends. Not a man to emote easily, milkshakes were his favorites.  He believes in living life king-size especially after he lost his parents at a young age and is a living example of zest combined with tolerance. Yet Mike felt the lack of something, which he could not pinpoint or find out.

Sixth Heaven

Six people six destinations six professions and there was something lacking. The phone beeped. Velvette looked at it and sent a reply to the message she received. AS she logged into a social site she sent out a message in a group she saw was her school. She looked for known faces and she found herself typing only for five names. Vivian, Richard, Andy, Mike, Rachel.

Mike opened the laptop and showed his boss the presentation. Mr. Williams approved it and Mike made his way towards his seat. He had to finish this presentation in an hour’s time and it was imperative he worked well at it. Mike however settled to scouring the social site for few minutes. He typed his school name and out came the group. He searched for known names and he hit upon Rachel.

Vivian finished filing the tax papers and decided to call it a day. As he made his way towards home, he could only wonder what his cook would have cooked for him today. He looked at his cell phone and began deleting the unwanted messages. He could not still fathom what Shaun had told him on Mike’s birthday about Velvette. That she was in trouble and had problems and Vivian could not understand how to connect to her. Time had flown and old bonds had been replaced by new ones. For Vivian, Velvette was just the mild bespectacled girl in the class. But now years later when he came to know she was in trouble he wished to reach out to her. He opened the social site and searched for Velvette.

Velvette was online and looking for good information. She as a content writer liked to write on anything that pleased her. The ping brought her back into the screen. Vivian? Goodness Gracious! After an eternity, Vivian! The Vivian of Springdale Elementary School? Mrs. Bergers class. The Vivian! Whoopee she felt and she quickly accepted the invite. Now she was calling herself Violette and had a beautiful tattoo on her shoulder to show off. She was no longer that bespectacled charm instead was a graceful swan oozing with feminine elegance now.

Rachel was just basking in the glory of her article topping Google and was teaching her son the elements of science. The day passed with not much ado and she settled down at night to writing some more articles. Her phone showed her some messages from a phone social site. She opened it and she saw a host of conversation. ! Goodness! She thought and then she saw Vivian’s message and Mikes missed call. The Vivian! Good Lord! After so many years, they had connected and Rachel quietly thanked the social sites for featuring the phone numbers.

Rachel was already in touch with Mike so it was nothing unknown to her. Yet to be connected like this suddenly required lot of patience and time. Rachel was glad they had got connected and was amazed to see Richard, Andy also had joined in, and they were all a group now. They could chat, exchange news, share, and care.

It is a small world and the world has like minded people. Technology is the only element that binds people together these days. Today these six comrades of kindergarten school feel no lack. What they were missing was the camaraderie, the fun, the laughter and the tears and the simple language of acceptance without being judged. They had it back now suddenly out of the blue and had filled the gap that never seemed to have an end. Yes, a sixth heaven exists right here in their group. !

 

What Goes Around Comes Around


English: Ramat Rachel Hotel - statue by David ...
English: Ramat Rachel Hotel – statue by David Polus עברית: מלון רמת רחל – פסלו של דוד פולוס (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

” Only remember that I do not want to hear about you from a third person” so saying Edgar walked out of the living room and made his way out into the driveway and drove  his small sedan out.

Rachel looked at herself in the mirror and imitated her father ” I do not want to hear about you from a third person. Do you understand that, Ms.Rachel Edgar Smith?”  With a tinkle of laughter, she left out and took her bicycle and the very next moment went to meet Renauld who was waiting for her at his gate. Together they cycled down the lane and reached school.

“Dad is quite freaked out at me, Renauld and has said so in so many words, that I should not be seeing you.” said Rachel

“However is that possible, Rachel,? ” Renauld asked in exasperation, all his books toppling down. Rachel and Renauld had grown up together and now were well on their teens. Everything was working perfect, except that the local community at the Parish was not allowing them to be seen together as it was against the law of the Parish, that a boy from the nearby town should not be going around with a girl from Bloomingdale where Rachel lived.

Rachel, a loving daughter, did not like to be separated from her childhood friend and still met him on the stealth, unknown to her parents. But one day, she decided to call it off, for she did not want to betray her parents. And sure enough, Renauld also agreed as, he too was a well brought up boy from a good family. Old times, and those days when children used to obey their parents.

Soon time passed and Rachel went on to becoming  a writer. She loved writing and soon her books on children became the hot topics and the favourites in town. Renauld was a successful businessman and after Rachel got married, their friendship was in the back burner.

Rachel now a happy woman, a loving wife and a disciplinarian at home. A mother,stern with rules and liberal with mistakes of here children, Rachel had three of them, Ryan the elder one, Kate the second, and Christopher the third. As the children grew, Rachel was more than happy they never troubled her for any major cause. Ryan graduated and went on to becoming a photographer, Kate was pursuing her Masters in Commercial Arts and Christopher was in High School.

One day, Pam, Rachel’s best friend called and told her that Christopher had sent a message to his friend, and Rachel’s friend’s daughter Samantha that his relation with Daphne was over. Samantha’s brother happened to see this message and queried with Christopher. Pam saw this and reported all to Rachel. Rachel sat down and thought for a long while, on how to tackle this situation. She did not want to hurt Christopher, lest he stopped telling her everything. She did not want to keep quiet lest the kids take her for granted.

When Christopher reached home, Rachel cleared her throat and waited for Christopher to finish what he was doing. Rachel had decided what she had to say.  She said ;

“Only remember that I do not want to hear about you from a third person” !!!

What goes around comes around !

Small Steps Big Differences


Rachel Hikes with the Shadows
Rachel Hikes with the Shadows (Photo credit: djking)

 

The tiny fingers gripped the huge palm tighter…The smallness of her hand was really miniscule in comparison to the huge size of her mother’s hands….warm and soothing, firm but convincing. Katie looked up to see her mother’s face …and turned her direction towards her mother’s focus of attention..

“Clear the way for the children, monsieurs et Mesdames…” boomed the voice of the burly security guard at the gate of Springdale Nursery. The first day of school and all the anxious parents had gathered at the entrance to the school. As the bell struck and signaled the time of beginning of school, the parents started waving goodbye, giving hurried last minute kisses…bear hugs, warm embraces…emotions were high and flowing .

Katie’s grip tightened…and she thought to herself, “ No, I am not letting go of my mama’s hand…I am gonna take her inside…”…Even as she was lost in these thoughts, Rachel bent down, fixed Katies’ satchel properly, adusted her pinafore and gave her one warm peck in her cheek… “Be a good girl…ok? Mama will be waiting for you right here…Go off you go…”
So saying and leading her into the corridor of the school, Katie stood there looking at her mother…big tears in her innocent eyes…

Rachel patted Katie on her head and asked her to be a brave mama’s girl…and fondly led her in….Rachel sat with Katie on her bench. The parents were allowed to be inside the classroom on the first day of school. Rachel felt that only Katie was the best dressed and best looking child in the class, How mothers can be self effacing…is a proof of Nature’s way of sending across the warmth of motherhood all over.

After quarter of an hour the parents were asked to go out….Hardly had the parents moved out of the room, than they heard a din which they would forever cherish and remember in the years to come.. The din of the two three year olds wailing at the sudden separation from their mother…The noise of wailing infants, sobbing miserably as if doomsday had come calling on them…

Feeling really proud but beleagured, feeling satisfied but insecure the mothers walked out of school…and waited the full hour outside the school. As the bell rang after an hour signaling end of the first day of the tot’s school, the parents rushed to the gate each one trying to be the first to see their child come out…And as the tiny tots came out, tears trickling down their faces, with dirty cheeks and running noses, open shoelaces and broken buttons, satchel in place but hair all in a mess, the scene was like a battle won and the warriors being received. Each mother wrapping her baby in her arms, lifting her up, checking to see if her child was alright….and then tightening her hug…

But Katie’s tears remained…every day for the next week till she settled down in her classroom…Katie shone like a bright star …and was the teacher’s favourite…A year rolled by and soon it was time for the summer holidays to begin. …

Very soon Rachel and Katie were again at the gate…this time she was in Higher Nursery Section….Again the small fingers gripped the huge hand tightly, the grasp tightening as the school gate neared…again the reluctant goodby, again the slow turning back of the bobbing infant head, tears welled up, with a single question on her lips.. .. “ You would come to pick me up wont you..?” The fond waving of a goodbye till the small infant figure disappeared amidst the crowd into the school rooms….the long wait till the school was over and Katie rushing into her arms…

Five years passed and Katie was now in the Second Grade. Yet the first day of school was always an experience of excess salt water for her….Tears…Katie had now grown into a cute chubby seven year old…yet her eyes were the same…welling with big tears, Katie would pause at the gate for Rachel to give her a kiss and then ask “ Would you come to pick me up..?”

Rachel failed to understand how Katie never failed to cry ….on the first day…even as her grades soared and she was good at everything…Katie remained the crybaby till the Seventh Grade…

The tiny hands had now become young hands, the small baby had grown into a beautiful 16 year old…Katie had now become a lovely looking teenager, and she was with Rachel in her first day of college…

Rachel accompanied Katie to her classroom, waited outside to see if there was anything else to be done…and then it was time to say goodbye…Rachel hugged Katie and planted a warm peck on Katie’s cheek…Katie hurriedly said…. “Ok, mom, I am going in…..bye..”

Rachel slowly walked down the steps, and edged along the corridor…she got herself a lemonade and in slow steps walked out of the college gate….

This time at the gate there were tears……but today they brimmed in the mother’s eyes….How times change…Rachel suddenly realized her child had grown into a confident woman….from the small fingers that clung to her hands…years back…to confident hands waving a goodbye…Rachel had traveled a long journey of motherhood….

 

 

The Man, The Gas, The Story


Gas stove Deutsch: Gasherd mit eingeschalteter...

“Well, the burner does not work”. Richard said this with a sigh as Rachel heard it on the other end. Richard kept the receiver a little away from his ears. He knew Rachel would go into a torrent of why he should have repaired it and how it should have been done on time. How in the world could he live without a proper gas burner and this is the reason she never had any faith on him. It went on and Richard kept the phone down, made himself a cup of tea, and picked up the phone only to hear Rachel completing the last sentence of her ranting.

“I would do it, Rachel, I would, I would get it repaired” Richard said with a tone of finality. Richard had just moved into his new apartment with his friend Robert and everything was fine only the gas stove never worked well for them. It had been nine months since they had moved in and though there were innumerable instances of trying to get it done, the gas stove never did come around for an overhaul.

The house was good, a little old, but comfortable and Richard and Robert had many friends coming over for the midnight parties, the booze sessions, the incessant periods of banter and fun. All done but the gas stove a mute spectator to the entire thing. It could only as much allow them to make a cup of tea, and after that it was again splutter, splutter and kaput.

Time passed and soon Richard’s parents decided to spend the Thanksgiving weekend with him. Richard in a bid to present a clean house, cleaned for a week before that and the last thing that remained was repairing the gas stove. Richard and Robert went and got this done just on the penultimate evening. There it was shiny and neat, clean and repaired. They were too tired to cook so they ordered pizza and beat an early night, as they had to receive Richard’s parents early next morning. They came over armed with goodies, gifts, delicious cookies prepared by his mother, and gadgets presented by his father. Everything was so good and Richard’s mom went into the kitchen to make coffee for all.

Click. Click, click went the button….” Richard was lost in his new watch that his dad had just given him. “Richard! This gas stove aint working, sonny!”

Richard was so lost in his newfound gifts, that for a second he did not hear what she said, but the word gas stove jarred. He turned around; slowly taking paces back to the kitchen….” But I repaired it yesterday…” he thought and went in…

“How can you be living in a house like this? There is no gas stove? How are you cooking> couldn’t you have told me?” …..It went on, and Richard was reminded of his friend Rachel and mused how his mom and Rachel could say the same things.

“So now? “His dad asked….” Let’s go out and eat.” Richard could do nothing in the next three days. His parents had come and there was no gas stove. He could not eat his mother’s delicious food and he could do nothing about it. His parents went after four days, but not before Richard’s mom told that the neighbors next door were dealers of gas stoves. They could repair his stove. After so many months of staying, Richard was not aware that help was so near.

Though Richard’s parents went without cooking at home, when they reached their house the next phone call gave news that the gas stove had got repaired and Richard was elated sharing this with them. From then on, it was pizzas, and pancakes, soups and coffee, porridge and all that you could do on a gas stove.

Time passed and a month later, Richard’s lease got over. He had to leave the apartment and so after considerable searching Robert and Richard moved into a new one. It was a beautiful one and Richard sent the pictures to Rachel who was overjoyed to see such a beautiful house. Everything was so picture perfect.

The morning after he shifted, Rachel called Richard and asked how his new home was. He was outside and he said he would call her back as he was having breakfast. Rachel asked him what the noise in the background was. Richard said it was the buses and cars passing by. Rachel said that his apartment was in a quieter part of the region, so why the noise. Richard said he had come to a local bistro to have breakfast. Rachel asked him if he had not prepared at home.

Richard said “No the gas stove in this new house ….does not work! “

Basic Instinct


As she felt the rain drenching her face, there was a new found relief that she felt, a feeling of washing away all the insecurities, fears and prejudices. It was a feeling that she had never felt in so many days…..

Rachel was drenched head to toe, she had no slippers on, she was trying to get a public taxi, but she could not, she just was getting

English: Ramat Rachel Hotel - statue by David ...
English: Ramat Rachel Hotel – statue by David Polus עברית: מלון רמת רחל – פסלו של דוד פולוס (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

irritated at the cab drivers, yet she felt a resurgence never felt before.

Rachel, a mother of two, had a lot to take care of. Her husband was just out of an illness, and needed attention, her teenage children were giving her challenges as a parent and her son  was already in the stage of life, when girls should be dating him and he was getting no one. Rachel , the protective mother hen, loved her children like no one could and was the best friend to all who knew her. Rachel was trying to come to terms with convincing her son not to take drugs, not to have open sex, not to enter into relations which have no future, yet her son was feeling Rachel was ruling his life, his emotions. After innumerable arguments and explanations Rachel felt she should give her son a fair chance of learning by his own mistakes. All this was taking a toll on her. She wanted to be free….feel free ….fly free…away from all this, away from responsibilities.

As she said, ” it is difficult to see a child falling into a pit yet behaving as if there is no pit at all.”

Rachel had this constant feeling of strangulation,  when she was a mother, a wife, a friend and she wanted to be away from all this. Today was Rachel’s son’s assessment test. She wanted to supervise his work, and as she had settled down on the settee to check his work, there was a call from her friend, a radio jockey. Rachel had won a prize in a radio contest and was being called for a tete a tete in the afternoon on air. Rachel wanted to go, but declined as duty called as a mother. She had already refused a pyjama party with her friends Kate and Anne, and had not said yes for a movie out with her friends. All she wanted to do was supervise her son’s work so that he gets good grades.

The bell rang, Rachel opened the door. Susan, her next door neighbour had come to take the number of the ambulance service. Rachel came to know that Susan’s eighty year old mother had suddenly taken ill, had edema on her feet and was getting breathless. Rachel gave the number and thought of continuing with her son’s work. Yet, she went across to Susan’s house to ask if they needed any help. The old woman was on a wheelchair, gasping , panting for breath and the ambulance came over soon. As they took the woman inside, Rachel could not help getting into the ambulance. Neither did she have her phone nor had she worn her slippers, yet she went. As they entered the hospital, Rachel went about helping the family and in an hour’s time she got the lady admitted. Susan offered to drop her back , but Rachel refused. She said their presence in the hospital was more important. The assessment test , Rachel believed would take care of itself.

As Rachel stepped out of the hospital, it rained and that is the reason she got drenched. But the help that she gave Susan’s family , gave Rachel so much satisfaction, that all the negative feelings she had, the discontentment ,the lack of expectation, just ebbed away into oblivion. Rachel felt, selfless service is the best she could do to make her life beautiful. The rest seemed mundane.

 

The Vacuum – I Feel It So


ImageAs I entered the driveway to my house, I had three bags in my hand, but somehow managed to get into the lift and reached home. “Home sweet Home” I had thought in the lift, “Now i would keep the bags, heavy ones, and settle on my sofa, I thought and look out into the cool green ambience and relax.

I gathered my bags, reached home, and sat down on the settee by the window. I made myself a glass of fresh lime juice, before this and as I reached the sofa, humming my favourite tune, took the television remote and was really very happy .

I sat down, and as i started sipping the lime juice, I felt the vacuum. I felt the emptiness, the vast space outside my window. I saw the mountain in the background, the beautiful trees in the far distance, the construction site just opposite my window, the concrete jungle, the brown expanse, and the silent humming of a distant machine outside.

It hit me then. Oh my god! I thought, the tree……..It was not there. It is very sad, I am reliving each moment of the tree. People might find me emotional, crazy and a sentimental fool. In fact, my daughter was saying how could I cry so much as if someone close to me has died. Yes, someone very close to me is no more. The tree was like a mother to me, protecting my fears, sharing my emotions, a silent spectator to all my emotions. Spanning my living room and my kitchen, it was always there for me, looking on , watching on, like my mother and egging me on as if to say ” Don’t worry I am there.”

As she fell yesterday, a huge fall, it was, I couldn’t see it, I could not tell her “Don’t worry , I am there.”

 

A bouquet of roses


As they sat in the aisle of the college they saw Nat bringing in a bundle of roses. It was Valentine’s Day and the day of expressing your love for the one you always wanted to know about it. College was fun during Valentines. In spite of the social rights people hollering down not to celebrate Valentines  love has its own way and no boy or girl would take a no for celebrating such a lovely rosy day.

Natt crossed them and smiled and moved on. Kay said “Ah these guys how I hate them.! All they know is to run after girls and woo them. Ayn looked at Nat’s receding figure and wryly agreed. “Why waste a bundle of roses for someone who is not even going to be a part of your life?” mumbled Kay and sheafed through her pile of assignment papers. Kay had to travel a long distance to reach college and she was quite tired today as the public transport also had not co-operated well and so she was in a mental mess.

Ayn took her satchel and went up to the landing and shouted a hurried good-bye to Kay went on with work, searching and mumbling. “some others do have them ” she said to herself.Now look at Nat, he had all the girls running behind him in circles. Everything about dhim was good. He got good grades in the class,  played the guitar so well, and had a suave,sophisticated look which earned him lot of clucks and sighs!

Kay a well-disciplined person and Nat’s classmate was really upset that Nat should be giving roses to so many girls. She just decided she would not resort to such hypocritical means all the same. She proceeded towards the conference hall where they were called for a small felicitation. AS Kay entered the hall there was a sound booming down the mike. “Oh Christ! Mr. Saunders!” she cried in a whisper. Mr Saunders was the Dean of the college and would never leave the mike during the programmes he used to preside on. The moment Kay say Mr. Saunders on the mike she knew she had the time to take a small bite on a sandwich in the cafeteria. Kay was gone and she came back in a jiffy.

” And now a special word of thanks….” continued Saunders’ voice. “Oh no!” Thought Karen now it would take longer. ” to Nathaniel Anderson”…the voice went on.

Kay was bored and dozing off when the word ” Nathaniel Anderson” came ringing into her ears. Nathaniel ? Nat? why was he being thanked for? Kay got up to see Nat walk up the steps and take a small gift walking back.

“During a time, when youngsters usually waste time and money pleasing each other for Valentine’s Day here is a lad who has proven that there is a lot of joy in giving. ” Kay thought she was dreaming. “Nat has brought a bunch of roses to be given to the elderly sitting here from the home for the aged. Nat has been thoughtful enough to give a rose to every student who would go and meet these elderly seated here and offer them this flower of love. ”

Kay couldn’t believe here ears and as she walked back to the library, she muttered to herself…..” he could have told me the roses were for the grannies.At least I could have avoided getting him all wrong.” !

Often our actions are misinterpreted by others. Here Ayn and Kay thought that Nat was the biggest flirt on earth with so many roses to dole out on Valentine’s Day not quite realizing that he too could be a soul with a heart.

The Phone Call


As she finished writing the last word, she put a full stop with a touch of finality and stretched back to look at her laptop. The screen flickered as if to say that it acknowledged what she had written. It was 12 midnight. Everyone had gone to bed, everything seemed silent. Rachel had this problem everyday. When the day was done, she used to feel listless and dry as night was a time she felt people shouldn’t spend sleeping. Night for her was bike rides in the rain and a hot tea under a shanty.

She looked at the phone and wondered it would never ring. Why couldn’t one of her friends call her and chat over interesting issues? She got up and went to the washroom , washed her face and came back. Rachel, a blogger by profession loved writing. Writing was passion for her. Today she was waiting for just one phone call which would take her out of her loneliness. She hated people who slept while talking and just a few minutes back her pal Sid had dozed off.

She started writing and writing at a furious pace. Then the phone rang. She couldn’t believe it. She looked up to see who it was, no it was not her friend. It was a missed call from her sister. Rachel was not in a mood to talk now. Just couple of nights back, her protegé had confessed to being in love with someone  elder to him. He was not sure if he was in love or if he was just missing her, but Rachel was bearing the brunt of his confusion. Rachel had given everything she had to nurture Richard, she had made him what he was today. Although years younger to her, both of them shared a camaraderie and an understanding which only Rachel could understand. Often he would doze off like today, but today was different. Today she wished he called her as she was waiting to see if he really cared for her. Today she had given the ultimatum that he had to get off this female he was mulling over, and move on with life. Kate, was years elder to Richard but had claimed her love for him. Rachel had forbidden Richard from speaking to her as she felt, Richard was entering dark waters. Today, Rachel wanted to hear from him, but as usual he had slept an early night perhaps. Today Rachel had wanted him to take the bus and come home. But he had not planned it well so Richard would not be home this weekend.

“RRRRnng” the phone rang the next morning. It was not the phone. It was the doorbell. As she opened the door, in the wee hours of the morning…there he stood ….Richard , at the door step, and as soon as she saw him, she hugged him and he said ” How in the world could you even think I would not come to see you when you wanted me most?”

Relations are based on faith and trust, Richard and Rachel are just names, but relations are based on true feelings. When a relation breaks, it is the trust that breaks first, and when this breaks, the thread of harmony comes undone in seconds.

A bouquet of roses


As they sat in the aisle of the college they saw Nat bringing in a bundle of roses. It was Valentine’s Day and the day of expressing your love for the one you always wanted to know about it. College was fun during Valentines. In spite of the social rights people hollering down not to celebrate Valentines  love has its own way and no boy or girl would take a no for celebrating such a lovely rosy day.

Natt crossed them and smiled and moved on. Kay said “Ah these guys how I hate them.! All they know is to run after girls and woo them. Ayn looked at Nat’s receding figure and wryly agreed. “Why waste a bundle of roses for someone who is not even going to be a part of your life?” mumbled Kay and sheafed through her pile of assignment papers. Kay had to travel a long distance to reach college and she was quite tired today as the public transport also had not co-operated well and so she was in a mental mess.

Ayn took her satchel and went up to the landing and shouted a hurried good-bye to Kay went on with work, searching and mumbling. “some others do have them ” she said to herself.Now look at Nat, he had all the girls running behind him in circles. Everything about dhim was good. He got good grades in the class,  played the guitar so well, and had a suave,sophisticated look which earned him lot of clucks and sighs!

Kay a well-disciplined person and Nat’s classmate was really upset that Nat should be giving roses to so many girls. She just decided she would not resort to such hypocritical means all the same. She proceeded towards the conference hall where they were called for a small felicitation. AS Kay entered the hall there was a sound booming down the mike. “Oh Christ! Mr. Saunders!” she cried in a whisper. Mr Saunders was the Dean of the college and would never leave the mike during the programmes he used to preside on. The moment Kay say Mr. Saunders on the mike she knew she had the time to take a small bite on a sandwich in the cafeteria. Kay was gone and she came back in a jiffy.

” And now a special word of thanks….” continued Saunders’ voice. “Oh no!” Thought Karen now it would take longer. ” to Nathaniel Anderson”…the voice went on.

Kay was bored and dozing off when the word ” Nathaniel Anderson” came ringing into her ears. Nathaniel ? Nat? why was he being thanked for? Kay got up to see Nat walk up the steps and take a small gift walking back.

“During a time, when youngsters usually waste time and money pleasing each other for Valentine’s Day here is a lad who has proven that there is a lot of joy in giving. ” Kay thought she was dreaming. “Nat has brought a bunch of roses to be given to the elderly sitting here from the home for the aged. Nat has been thoughtful enough to give a rose to every student who would go and meet these elderly seated here and offer them this flower of love. ”

Kay couldn’t believe here ears and as she walked back to the library, she muttered to herself…..” he could have told me the roses were for the grannies.At least I could have avoided getting him all wrong.” !

Often our actions are misinterpreted by others. Here Ayn and Kay thought that Nat was the biggest flirt on earth with so many roses to dole out on Valentine’s Day not quite realizing that he too could be a soul with a heart.