Is That What We Wanted??

''They say the most romantic kind of love is the unfinished kind.The kind that will forever burn and mark your soul"...

The innocent souls Abhishu and Artika met everyday near the under constructed shopping complex after the 3 hours of coaching class sessions which left them tired and completely exhausted.They were above average students of class with dreams and desires like any student of their age and class.Though both were neighbors still they were more comfortable in school and coaching class.Life was not a bed of roses for them still they were happy and satisfied.
                       Every time they met at 4.30 pm they talked about school,functions,family,sports,recent politics and everything under sun.Their little world revolved  around sweet nothings and weaving dreams of future.Every time they parted their ways to go to their respective homes they asked each other the same question days after days,months after months ...''Is That What We Wanted??Will we be able to meet tomorrow??''  Thus their ways used to part with smiles and a hope for the following day.---'' Yes !! this is what they wanted and Yes! they will be able to meet the following day no matter what..'' The words of affirmative however were buried under layers of their frenulum.
                When the birds chirped at usual time,the clock at the end of the street ticked away without any fluctuation,the school bell rang at regular intervals,the community was busy with its daily activities..Destiny played a cruel really cruel game.
                        A hardcore criminal targeted the community to terrorise the Police force.The innocent buds were busy in their small garden of wishes,hopes,faith and love.They were parting at dawn of sunset with the same questions .But surprising each other  spoke at same time for the first time...''YES''.However destiny had some other plans stored for them..
                            Suddenly gunshots were heard and deafening blasts followed.The community that boasted of  harmony,cooperation and peace turned into a field of bloodshed and violence in extreme forms.With the 5th blast that targeted the under constructed shopping complex ,the weaver bird's of dreams and love was devastated.Two bodies lay in pool of blood.away from each other at distances with signs of violence unlike them.
                      The  dreams they had woven with each other with the bricks of the complex  laid in rubble.Their irregular breaths  mingled with the dusty air blowing in smoke filled atmosphere had one question lingering--''Is That What We Wanted??Will we be able to meet tomorrow?? Neither the air,nor the birds had any answers...The clock at the end of the street was hit hard and the time on the clock had come to a stand still.The hours didn't change yet lives changed,atmosphere changed and most importantly Dreams changed.
                   The flames rose high in the sky from the funeral pyre.The innocent souls had left for the doors of Heaven.The flames intermingled at a distance above ground perhaps answering the complete answer  to  their doubt filled questions ....The words they could n't complete in their lifetime..
'' Yes !! this is what they wanted and Yes! they will be able to meet the following day no matter what..''....
Some times its not about the ending rather about the story.
''You and I will always be unfinished business..''


P.S.--The characters and the story is entirely fictional.Any resemblance with real life is purely coincidental.

The Library and Afternoons

What if you meet nearly everyday and yet remain strangers till eternity.Sometimes a few words do not surface because the question jerks the cerebrum ''What I am to him/her''?? And there stops the generation of a new relation.Faces turn around.The falling yellow afternoon  leaves are only witnesses to the unnamed,unbiased and under developed relationship.
         It was  such an afternoon when Nandita went to the three storeyed building study centre.Semester was fast approaching and there was a need for elaborative rehearsal of notes for majors.Strapping the 'Pristine' monogram bag she was taking forward her steps  absent mindedly. An array of fantasies,questions and classroom scenes flashing across her eyes now and then .In precise,she was lost.Ouch! Did something hit her?? Yes! A falling yellow leaf and a part of a broken blue chalk.Though the leaf didn't hurt her the chalk surely did it's infamous job.She lifted her gaze to scrutinize the environment who the prankster was?? And there she found three pairs of eyes looking at her in apology.Wait! Apology? Ruling out two pairs of eyes there was one pair which seemed more of scrutinizing her rather than a brief apologetic look.The same dark pair of eyes which she has been meeting since the very day she had taken a wrong route to library.That day the eyes had a frustrating look and desperation of searching something lost until that time.May be friends or perhaps library.Well! she had other matters at hand to complete than to analyse the mystery behind the two rolling pupils.Over two years those eyes have turned from frustration and desperation to a mischief glint.This certain Mr.X with talking and mystery pupils had certainly reserved a sequestered place in her cerebrum.She knew nothing about the affairs around the library except the pupils of Mr.X.,the library card and falling yellow leaves of the Deodar trees.Yet the time came.The time to depart.Though she felt nostalgic of all moments of her spent in the institution yet the library and afternoons and the dark pupils of Mr.X. tugged a string in her heart.She was surprised when a teardrop trickled down her left cheek.Was that a fond memory or heart rending past?? Answers yet unanswered.
                      She went to the library for a final look where she had spent her afternoons raking through the book shelves searching for a single topic in voluminous piles of foreign authors.She again stole a look at the deodar tree whose yellow,ripened and senescent leaves falling in piles on the sandy path.There he was even today.Those pupils wore a look somewhat similar to the mood on the first day.What was that dullness today?? May be Friends,may be farewell ceremony,may be memories and Can it be She??
                         Mr.X. smiled a bit and that left her shocked to core.She stood so amazed that she forgot to respond back a smile.Perplexed and confused she turned her head away.That was the end of the glances of   moody pupils nearly everyday near the library in the afternoons under the shade of deodar trees and their canopy of yellow and green leaves.The essence has remained for an eternity.Both turned around for a while and flashed grins because ,Perhaps and may be they knew -- That was the End for them to embark a new Beginning.
P.S.--The characters,scene and the story are purely fictional.Any resemblance with true life and character is completely coincidental.