Salt and Pepper-The quirky Love Story.

Part 2

After the no-friend talk, we didn’t meet for a week. I felt incomplete. I wanted to go and hug her tight and tell her that she has a friend in me. I couldn’t go.

But my patience broke and I mustered all my courage to go up and talk to her.

As I reached her home and rang the doorbell, she came and opened the door and her cheeks turned from pale brown to pink to red, from energy flush to embarrassment and then to anger that is.

‘Why are you here, Mr. Investigation officer? Need to ask more questions?’ She said with an expressionless tone.

‘I missed you.’ I blurted out, pulling her into a tight hug.

‘I missed you too.’ She said, hugging me back as her new hot tears wet my shoulder through the jacket.

‘Umm, Khushi, you are crushing me I can’t breathe…’

‘Oh, sorry.’ She retreated back, clearly embarrassed.

‘Somebody really likes to hug me I guess.’ I said, making her blush a little more just like a Magenta cherry.

‘Um…’ She said trying her best to avoid eye contact.

‘Okay Khushi, leave it, its fine. If you won’t hug me then who will? I owe you Jalebis. I’ll get them tomorrow. Meet me at the Cliffside at 5.’

‘Yeah, right. Okay. Bye. Take care. Be safe.’ She said as we turned opposite ways.

I suddenly called out,’Khushi’.

And as those black curls turned around to reveal the most tantalizing black orbs, I knew. I just knew it happened.

I fell in Love.

P.S.- Sorry for the short post, just one part left :)

-Dayumfoodie. Laugh. Rainbows. Unicorns. Love.

Salt and Pepper- The Quirky love story

PART-1

She was beautiful, not by the Miss India standards but she was above all girls of the village. She had a bright flawless skin, not the milk-like supple skin like the girls of the village, her’s was dark, but it was the softest I would ever come across. She had bright doe-like eyes that would shine whenever I got her piping hot jalebis. She was a ball of glee and jolliness. She did look like a ball, yes she was chubby. But she was cute, not by daily soap standards, but cute enough to break the wall of my impenetrable heart. Yes, she is my best friend, Khushi. Or rather was.

And then there is me, the average village guy, average hair, less-than-average face structure, ever-present stubble on my face. Yes, I was the average-est guy of the town. Hi, I am Kush. And here is how Khushi became my best friend to something I can never define.

I vividly remember that day when it was my first day at the new school in class 12^th because I just transferred that year. I was late, well the only person who was late. I stood there observing the lush greenery around. When I saw a girl, my girl, walking towards me. She extended her hand and said ‘Hi’, with a dazzling smile on her face. The brown color of her skin accentuated her smile. I shook hands with her, and something inside me felt complete. Brushing away these mushy thoughts on the first day, I walked with her to the classroom. She talked continuously, her magical sweet voice creating havoc on my senses. And that was my Khushi.

With time I drew closer to her. I found myself crying to her, laughing with her, sharing secrets, playing, exchanging comforts with her. These activities were never done by me, and especially not with someone else. But with her, it seemed just at place. For the wonderful person she was, it was a shocking revelation to me that she had no friends except me. I asked her the reason one day and this is what happened.

‘Hi, Kush. India won yesterday. I won the bet, when are you getting me the jalebis?’ she said.

‘Why doesn’t anyone talk to you?’ I said.

‘You know we have a school leave tomorrow. Thank God, I’ll get finally get some rest.’

‘Don’t ignore my question. Why don’t you have friends?’

‘I do have friends…’

‘Yeah, books and stray dogs don’t come under the category of friends.’

‘I have you. I don’t need anyone else.’ She said holding my palm between hers for warmth. It felt good, but I had serious matters at hand.

‘You are a great person Khushi. You must have more friends. Why don’t you have any other friends except me? You don’t deserve me. And moreover you are hiding something from me I know.’

‘Kush, what has gone into your head? Why are you behaving so weird today?’ she said taking back her hands creating distance between us.

‘Stop.Lying.And.Tell.Me.What.Is.Wrong?’

‘Okay. LISTEN TO ME KUSH. I don’t have friends because they find me ugly. I don’t have milk like fair skin. I don’t have the quintessential hourglass body. I am a nerd. And nobody ever thinks of talking to me because apparently me being dark is a curse. You were the first friend I had. And ever will. I AM A CURSE, BECAUSE EVERYONE THINKS SO. DO YOU GET THAT? I AM UGLY. Happy after knowing this? Now go or the curse will get to you too. Go!’ She said, as her legs gave away and she sank on the ground with her face in her palms and body jerking as she broke out into tears.

After a few minutes she looked up at me with her eyes full of grief from her reopened wound and mine in astonishment at the gory revelation I just came to know. That very instant I knew. Her tears were the only weakness I’ll ever have.

Lights

Lights
Lights are many, bright and dim.
Some in the center, some at the rim.
The ‘sweet shop’ board, illuminated with lights,
makes any kid’s eyes shine a ton more bright.
The street lights in the city at night,
Encourages people to wrap the day and give a rest to their might.
The lights at the entrance of a church wedding,
shows beginning of new relations in a bright setting.
The desk light in exams, under which a poor student is bent
And outside, by a poor mother, illuminated prayers are sent.
But there is a more excruciating, painful light
That doesn’t actually illuminate but shows a situation of fright.
The candle flame behind which
Stands a family bewitched.
Not because they are in the dark,
But because there is no light.
P.S. – This poem shows the absence of electricity in rural areas.
-DaYumfooDie. Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love. 

The Jokers of India

The Jokers of India

Going to a circus is fun, you see crazy colorful jokers, death-defying stunts, rubber band like contortionists and gymnasts and more-patient-than-humans animals. But when you go deeper it is torturous to imagine the conditions they make you laugh and entertain in. Maybe the head joker’s relative died and he is making you laugh, maybe the stunt man’s bike’s brake just went off and he is riding by god’s destiny for him, maybe the tame lion you see is a resultant of a hundred whips and a night of starvation. But all the circus-club lives up to the expectation we have from them. May what circumstances they are in, they think that you are the kings and it’s their jobs to make you laugh and forget your worries, despite the fact that they might be the most worried people in the world.

This is horrifically similar to what WE do in the Indian society. We mould OURSELVES, cut OURSELVES, and change OURSELVES for the society. Is this why we are called the modern genX who build path for themselves? A typical Indian desirable shaadi-material girl is supposed to have no previous flings, 24-35-24 body, fair milk-like skin, good height, waxed body, considers the husband her god, has fantastic education but doesn't go to work after marriage. And a typical guy needs to have a 6-digit income, muscular body, and good height, a very flexible option of facial hair, good dressing sense and good humor. Maybe this seems very stupid to you, but this is what happens so stay cool. 

Maybe we need to start caring for ourselves first and not think what others think about us. Most of the people are afraid of speaking on the stage because they are worried about what others might think. Most of us don’t voice our opinions because we are worried about others’ opinion about it. Most of us dress up to impress others. Wax our body hair to look appealing to others. Study and take degrees to impress others. Please. Stop. It is stupid. Sometimes in a bid to impress others, we become foreign to ourselves and at the end of the road we drown in guilt. Ask yourselves two questions today. If you were to date yourselves the way you honestly are, would you ever do so? And are you a circus bear to be tame for others? You know the drill. Go on and think. I hope I make a difference.

-DaYumfooDie.Laugh.Rainbows.Unicorns.Love.