To you, with Love - Part 4: Finale

I would love to be that scent that lingers in your life. Forever.

Waiting for our ‘happily ever after’…


Love always,
Christine.

******

To you, With Love - Part 3

Dear Paul,


Looking back two weeks, I can’t believe that it happened! I am engaged to you. But I can’t be dreaming – the wedding band on my finger is proof. Much of it happened in a blink of the eye, I feel that it has yet to sink in.

To you, With Love - Part 2

Dear Paul,

How are you? I couldn’t wait for another week to pen you a letter. Can you believe that we have exchanged a dozen letters and more already?

To you, With Love - Part 1

Hi Paul,

How are you? I find this a bit queer. I mean, I am not used to writing letters. But this is the way it is going to be, isn’t it? So here it is. My first letter to you.

Glowing Embers - Part 3: Finale

Something just did not feel right. He was setting up his cart, and then he saw her. What he saw seemed to confirm his premonition.


There she was, walking as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. The bleary eyes and puffy eyelids told him a tale of a night drowned in tears. She was no longer in a hurry. She did not care if her dupatta fell off. The once furious pace had now settled to that of a snail’s. She missed her regular bus. But it didn’t seem to matter. She stood at the bus stop, as if in a trance. Hadn’t anybody at home noticed her behaviour?

Glowing Embers - Part 2

The next day, she was on time, as usual. He couldn’t but help notice a glint of happiness on her face.
And then he noticed her dress. The maroon salwar he had ironed a few days back. He tried to remember the houses he had visited in the recent past, and from which she might be. And then it struck him – Mr. Sheshadri! That meant she was from the Sheshadri household. She must be their daughter, he thought. The Sheshadris had started giving their clothes for ironing of late. They were one among his new ‘clients’. He mentally made a note to take special care of their clothes and give extra attention to them.

Glowing Embers - Part 1

He was waiting for her. This is when she'd usually pass by. Where is she?

Before he could complete the thought, she appeared. Walking in a hurry, shoving her books into her bag; even as she was adjusting her dupatta over her shoulders. She looked very impatient and angry, as if something was wrong. She was taking long strides; probably to reach the bus stop. Maybe she's late and that's getting her all worked up. As she took out her purse to take the bus fare, the coins tumbled out and rolled in all directions possible. She let out a loud grunt and bent down to pick up the change. He ran towards her. He deftly picked up all the coins and handed over. "Thanks" she muttered; silently relieved yet staring at him. After all, why is an ishthri boy so eager to help?