The scarlet western skies were slowly turning black. A bird or two could be spotted flying back to their respective dwellings. The meadows were still visible faintly, carpeted in green while the heavy clouds adorned the hills above. The windchimes chimed as the zephyr brushed against them. The serenity of this pristine atmosphere soothed her weary body and withered mind.
The loneliness of the solitary villa helped her escape from reality into a parallel world of fantasy. A world where it was only him and her, a world where love was the building block, a world where dreams turned into reality and above all a world where they will be together for eternity. But this euphoria never lasted long.
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It was the 26th of November, a day long awaited by Sagarika. She had saved every penny for three whole months, not an easy task for an extravagant teenage freak like her. From the very first day of September, the moment this idea clicked her she, started giving shape to it. Now ‘giving shape’ implies cut down on dresses, parlour expenses, mobile top-ups, meals at KFC, coffee in Barista and so on and so forth. Considering the cause of the sacrifice, it was worth it. Yes, every bit of it. She was now the proud owner of Rs. 10,000 which means champagne could be supplemented to a decent meal.
The clock struck four. Just two hours to go and she yet had to dress up. OK now that’s like ‘OMG!! just 2 hours!!’
Surprisingly by six she was ready. Just then there was a knock on the door. She opened it. And there he stood, right in front of her, the smartest, cutest, most appealing, most charming and most precious thing that ever walked the surface of the earth. Yes, it was indeed Akash, dazzling in a red half-sleeved shirt and a pair of blue jeans.
‘Happy Birthday! Wish you all the health, wealth and prosperity in the world!’ she said, hugging him.
‘You look beautiful!’ He said with a radiating spark in his eyes, the one Sagarika could die for.
‘Thanks.’ She said gently looking down, hiding the colour that rose in her cheeks.
‘The driver is at your service Ma’am. Where would Your Highness like to dine tonight?’ Akash bowed.
‘Hmmm, I’d prefer Taj.’ She said beaming. ‘Don’t worry the treat is on me.’ She added before he could say anything.
‘Taj??.. Sagarika, but its damn expensive and…’
‘Akash please!!’ she cut him short, ‘I haven’t gifted anything yet, let it be your twenty first birthday present’
Spell Bound he took her in his arms.
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It was eight by the time they reached Taj. She had visited this place once before, for him it was the first time. Everything was world-class the tables, chairs, crockery and the enchanting view of the Arabian Sea girdled in a garland of street lights made the date a dream come true.
She looked into his eyes, it was hard to believe she was finally dating her dream guy. She was now in front of the person she had craved to be with ever since eighth grade. She did everything she could to become visible in front of him. Ultimately when he took notice, it wasn’t her fair complexion, it wasn’t her slim figure, it wasn’t her long dark curls neither was it her attitude that appealed to him. He looked beyond all this. It was her virtues, her caring nature, her indomitable spirit and most of all her heart that grabbed his attention.
They looked into each others eyes and smiled. The next moment what happened was difficult to conceive and hard to believe. Two men clad in black entered the eatery and opened fire.
‘Run Sagarika!’ Akash yelled out.
Sagarika ran for her life, Akash behind her. She kept running without turning back. The deafening bullet sounds, the injured people, the panic in the corridor and most of all the horrifying terrorists, their deadly weapons and their targets, everything went unnoticed. She just ran as though in a trance.
She was one of the very few to escape then. Trying hard to catch a breath, she turned towards him. Flabbergasted was she to find no one behind her. She felt a lump in her throat and a hole in her stomach. She yelled out his name at the top of her voice. The effort was futile, there was no response. She tried running inside the hotel again, but some people stopped her. By now the crowd on the sea-shore started running helter-skelter. Everyone was in fear. They screamed running for their lives, not understanding what was happening. Sagarika stood motionless, tears in her eyes. Yet she didn’t lose hope, she knew he’d be safe inside.
In an hour or so the local police rescued her from the place. The news channels had already started flashing updates about the terrorist attacks. The number of deaths and casualties increased from time to time. People whose relatives were stranded there were devastated, others were furious. No one knew for how long it would continue. Schools, colleges and offices were called off. There was commotion in the entire city. Everyone prayed for the hostages.
Sagarika sat home without food, without water, motionless, speechless staring at the TV screen. Hoping against hope, waiting for his return. But he didn't.
Akash’s body was identified, mutilated by bullets. Sagarika watched on TV, she got a glimpse of his torn and tattered body. But of course it couldn’t be him. He couldn’t leave her like that. She couldn’t imagine a moment without him, now it was the question of a lifetime.
A day later his parents telephoned to confirm the news of his death. The news was thrust into her ears. Sagarika felt her knees weaken, she collapsed on the floor unable to stand. The tears that she had held back all this while started gushing out. She wailed and bawled, her world had come to an end. Soon she was unconscious.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a different place. Her grandmother was smiling down at her. She was in her ancestral home in Dehradoon far away from the hustle bustle of Mumbai.
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Its been over five months now. People have forgotten the Doom’s Day, but not she. For Sagarika the truth is too bitter to digest.
Perhaps Sagarika and Akash were never meant to be together. The ocean and sky can never unite. People rejoice seeing their wonderful unison at the horizon, where the sea blends in with the sky. But then does that happen in reality? No, never!
In the past five months there wasn’t a day, an hour or even a moment that didn’t remind her of him. He was always there holding her in his arms. He is always there beside her and will always be, in her parallel world, forever and beyond.
--Ekata Banerjee
Wonderful piece...! Very good plot construction... Just one small thing, giving away of details could be lessened a bit, concentrating more on the plot... But a beautiful work nevertheless... Read the emotions very well... Keep it up!
ReplyDeletethanks arindam..i'll consider ur suggestion next time i write sumthin.. :)
ReplyDeletehey arindam, there were others who said the same thing to me..so i ve made the necessary changes..thanks for ur suggestion though.
ReplyDeleteit's an amazing work nd a nice mixing of d various plots.. u r raising my xpectations wid dat evry bit of ur work.. keep going..
ReplyDeleteOooohhh.....awesum yaa...vry moving, real heart touching...unbelievable!!!! :D :D
ReplyDeletethanks yaa...keep coming back..
ReplyDeleteI loved the work..and intrestingly, details were what I loved the most...contrary to Arindam, they made the plot more visible and lively!
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I am following ur blog...waiting for the next post!!
thanks Pulkit, glad u likd my work..next post'll be up soon..do come back :)
ReplyDeleteYou have good potential as a writer, coz you've used some really delightful phrases/ But I think narrative is your weak-point.
ReplyDeleteI think you should've started with both being seated in the Hotel and given a detail about what was happening before terror struck. Then when the terrorists attacked, it would've shown a sudden change in the surroundings. Also, during the end, you probably dragged the post-death happenings a little too much. If you had to end it right there with a dramatic sentence, the effect would have been wonderful.Otherwise your grammar, and use of words is good :)
Just a few pointers girl. Hope you don't mind the criticism :)
Cheers
CRD
Hey dear....really wonderful blog n interesting post...i jus loved the above story.........
ReplyDeleteJus that if u would nt hv mentioned the date in the beginning of the story...it would have been more interesting and the twist would b worth it.....But great work....
keep writing..... :)
thanks once again 'CRD' both for d praise n 'criticism'. n no i didn't mind at all.. u seem quite professional..i'll definitely consider ur sugestion next tym i write somethin..
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thanks Urvashi..perhaps it'd hav been more crispy..but u don't always catch d date, do u??
ReplyDeletethanks all the same..do keep comin back..
Good work Ekata Banerjee.
ReplyDeleteI would be happier if you go for a lighter background. This is because, it is difficult to read long articles.
HI.. Great narration of the fact.. Life is a strange mix of secrets ahead and memories of past.Everyday v loose and gain people but v realize only with physical presence and absense.
ReplyDeleteIf v look at materialistic then accept fact that nothing last for ever..
If v look non materialistic then physical dimension looses importance.
But narration was superb..
Regards,
Sandeep S C
www.technoveda.net
thanks Anand..cudnt make this one shorter..will try next time :)
ReplyDeleteHey yaar,
ReplyDeleteIn a matter of seconds, you can change your background.
And then, the header image is distracting as well. People come here to enjoy the beauty of what you write.
thanks Sandeep S C, glad u liked my work..
ReplyDelete@Anand..i recently changed my background..will do it again soon..
ReplyDeleteu hav a gr8 imagination... keep it up... relating the fictional stories with real life events.. im a sucker for that... remember Forrest Gump??
ReplyDeletethanks Anshul..nevr got an oppurtunity to watch that movie :(
ReplyDeleteGreat job,Infact liked the way you presented your write.Keep it up.
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Thanks Raj..Glad u liked my work..keep visiting for new posts.. :)
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness Ekata! This is one of the best fiction pieces I've read in quite a while! I really like it when fiction is related to real-life happenings, and this one set in the horrible 26/11 incident was really awesome!
ReplyDeleteAnd, just so you know, you've used the name of my best friend (Sagarika)!
I think I'm gonna follow you...
Thanks Sagar..glad u likd my work..n what a coincidence.. :) keep comin back..
ReplyDeleteOk no advice frm my side like others, I am not qualified enough to do so..Just one thing..this is one of the most eye catching piece of work I have scene recently...such stories actually took place at that place...u showed us the victim's view of the tragedy...I guess being a mumbaikar myself, for me this post is not just an awesome literary wrk or gud post etc etc...but plain ruthless fact of what could have happened to any of us...keep up the gud wrk Ms banerjee, it really stuck somewhere inside...
ReplyDeletethanks alot Saurabh..didnt think it'd appeal 2 u so much! really glad that u liked it..keep visiting for newer posts.. :)
ReplyDeletedis is certainly a masterpiece....i actually got goosepimples while reading d end of d story....how did u manage 2 create such a fiction???? great read....keep writing:-)
ReplyDeleteThanks sis..luv u loads..n luv ur inspiration e'en more..keep visiting!!!
ReplyDeletewow man! this is awesome! just brilliant! n as shreya said, i got goosebumps too!! dunno much about literary stuff and all, but as a common reader, all i can say is, your work rocks!!! :) keep it up gal!!
ReplyDeletelolz..my work givin goosebumps 2 people..thatz a great motivation! luvd tht comment..thanks dipika, keep visiting :)
ReplyDeleteWho took the pictures?
ReplyDeletecollected frm diff websites.
ReplyDeletenice pictures.
ReplyDelete:)
ReplyDeleteHey Ekta.
ReplyDeleteI saw you in Novo's blog. We are same age, so please don't mind if something doesn't fit in.
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I read the story. The date did quiet much to everyone who witnessed or experienced the trauma.
Your post lost the ultimate sense of grief. The whole thing felt a bit incomplete. I mean you could have portrayed Sagarika as a character who lost the essence of life. It would have made the post more life like.
Overall a good attempt
Hope to see more posts :)
Aadya
thanks aadya for ur insight,
ReplyDeletewell..'Losing the essence of life', i hav tried my level best to portray Sagarika as a girl who has lost d essence of life. A bit more wud make d story extremely gloomy...which it appears to b already...wid the grief engraved in d story, there has to b sum other stuff that makes the plot lively...
Keep coming back..
Regards,
Ekata
wow!!! i loved it!!!!
ReplyDeleteperfect!
Awesomee,..Simply too good.Its a wonderful display of emotions,..I loved it, reminds me almost o my life. Oh dont worry, he is still alive!
ReplyDeletetoo good gal, words are too dilute to explain! =)
thnks sonu...feels gr8 2 kno tht u can relate 2 d characters in d story..keep coming back :)
ReplyDeleteamazing .... d feelings in this .... touches ur heart ...d pain and the fear of losing sum1 gives u goose bumps ...really amazing .... teaches u wat it means to value each moment u hav together and to love and lov more and cherish every moment ...
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