24 Jan 2013

‘’Within Closed Walls’’: My entry for the Get Published contest



The Idea
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This story is about the love that two unexpected people found for each other, sharing the same office space. It journeys through the friendship, respect and eventual love that they had for each other. Relationships; fragile as they are, found its frailty tested through this couple’s love as well. Careers, families and eventualities took a back seat as they discovered a more fundamental block in their relationship – their natures.

The story weaves through the complexities of love, where conversations are trickier as the relationship progresses; insecurities and past catches up. In this contemporary tale of love, where ‘dating’ may well be a term loosely associated with having a cuppa and discussing the common interest in music, pop culture and friends; how they kept themselves engulfed in each other and what becomes of them, forms the crux of the story.


What Makes This Story ‘Real’  

Office romances are often called short-lived or short-sighted. This is a portrayal of a story that is inspired from real-life office relationships with its beauty and pitfalls alike. It has elements of brutal truths, questions that every couple struggles with and individuals discovering themselves.

Extract -

She saw the green dot alongside his chat window, tantalizing, tempting. She pinged him hesitatingly. There was a lot on her mind and the reassuring kiss in the elevator did not seem to take her mind off it.

S: You there?
Him: Yes baby?
S: I was thinking...we both aren't gonna elope, and there are many 'roadblocks' in us living together. But I want to put a 100% into this relationship.
Him: I’m not asking for a lifetime of commitment, but u want me to believe that we can face them together, right?
S (relieved): Yes!
S: Wait, there’s one more thing!
Him: Yes?
S: I Love You.
Him: I dream of our future together.

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I don’t know if I’m dreaming or awake since you have been away. I dream about you disturbingly often. Walking to you. Always to you. I stare at the million criss-crosses in my palm and hope one of them leads me to you. 

I recognize the hunger I feel for you. Like I would starve if you weren't here. Sometimes I wonder if that was why you left - because I was too vulnerable. 

I must live with your shadow present everywhere. Breathe you in like my life depended on it. If I must, I must love another, because who can live without love? But my spirit will be broken into two. A part that is under my skin, speaking your voice.

I wish I was numb. I wish I was able to shut it out. Instead, I'm startled when I see fresh goosebumps on my skin like your fingers ran through my skin.


"I'm miserable without you, baby. 
When I was with her...eww, I don't want to listen to that!
(She bursts into laughter)
But you found your way home to me, didn't you?"  


This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run with inputs from Yashodhara Lal and HarperCollins India.

If you like the story and would like to read it to completion, vote for it here: http://www.indiblogger.in/getpublished/idea/575/

23 Jan 2013

In Solitude

In solitude, I've epiphanies.

But then, I've always been a big fan of solitude. My family doesn't understand it. They call me non-pliant, unrepentant and immovable to adjustments. Somewhere in this space I'd once written I don't do mediocrity, settling and compromises. My tryst with solitude is something like that. In a time and space that doesn't have any time and space is where I can be utterly naked.

People and their spaces are legendary. "Give me some space!" "I need space" and "Why the hell won't you leave me alone!" are statements I hear. Yet, when solitude is mentioned, it is mentioned as an expletive, something to be hidden and buried. That cannot be whispered into the ears of unsuspecting patrons of togetherness.

It has mystical properties, this solitude. An allegory of litanies that you may have, the narcissistic indulgences, desolation, redemption. In that time, you are invincible.

In solitude, I'm insurmountable. 

2 Jan 2013

Slightly cliched new year post

I was looking at my archives and ALL my new year posts seems to be about ex'es. Seriously, is the reminiscing stronger during "this time of the year" or I give out a homing device type signal?

Whatever the case has been, with renewed promises of friendship, I'm NOT mentioning exes in the new year post.

Next time.