The Lamp Post – Part 2

The Lamp Post is going to be a long story which I am going to post in small parts. Hope you like it and feel free to give me your feedback in the comment section.

The sun screeched its rays across the city . The bus stand was like a field growing people out of nowhere just like the weeds do on a clean ground.

A lady in her mid sixties kept looking at me .

Please . Don’t . Talk. To.Me. My soul begged

“Too hot isn’t it “she said. “Still a beautiful day”

A fake smile and a nod was all I could give.

“It’s just 8 am and look , its almost like the mid of the day .” The lady took the end of her red cotton saree and started fanning herself. “Now-a-days skin cancer is on rise too they say.”

How ? How do simple things such as this lady’s kind commentaries of the day manage to annoy me so much.

“You should eat a lot of fruits ” She continued ” But I don’t think you even eat . But who does that anyway these days? ”

People say I have very low level of tolerance , I could see right now why they were right.

The lady grabbed my wrist suddenly . ” You are too thin for a boy  Where you born as a premature baby ?” she asked excitedly as if she had just succeeded in  finally diagnosing me , the thin me.

I could feel myself controlling  my words so hard least I say something that I’l regret later.

“I see you are wearing a tie . Where do you work son ?”

Son … If it hadn’t been for that word..  “ At the Techlink company” I replied

“IT company huh ? I heard they don’t do well these days , is it true ?” she asked waiting to hear satisfactory response.

I looked past her and I could see my bus slowly making its way towards the stop.

“Depends “ I said “on various factors such as the bug , you see if the bug latches onto you , it sucks the blood out of your veins and spits it all over the company and thus making your so called company perform poorly.”

The bus stopped in front of me.

“I quickly stomped my foot in front of her , oops! Auntiji that was a bug ” She jumped back and  looked at me alarmingly .

I climbed into the bus and looked at her through the window and mouthed “they are everywhere” I smiled .

The dazzled lady watched me take the window seat as the bus passed by her.

People love to be social , I do get that . But they should know that there are people like me who hate it when someone talks all chirpy on a screeching hot Monday morning, pretending as if the world functioned exactly the way they wanted to. Worse still is that negative shade of talk which they slip in their conversation just a bitter medicine hidden in a spoonful of Biryani. IT companies don’t do well , pfft! Why don’t they even have the basic courtesy to be empathetic and them asking or saying such things really doesn’t help my Monday blues!

After a 20 min ride I finally reached my destination, one road to be crossed and .. Oh my God!

I have to reach my office early today , it’s Bulldog’s meeting , he is gonna kill me!!

Bulldog who you say ? My boss Subash is one ! He barks at me like one for no reason , but looks like today I’m gonna give him a reason to do so . Run Ved!

(That’s me by the way Vedant ,the narrator of this seemingly endless story. Will tell you more about myself later.Sorry , gotta run now. )

“Excuse me !” I yelled as I pushed past a couple of ladies who gave me a disgusted look.”Not on purpose ! Im sorry ” I yelled again

Baam !! I fell flat on the zebra crossing.

“Careful” said the voice of a girl.From the ground view I could only see her huge Totoro key chain hanging from her bag. She helped me get up before I could say something she was gone.

9:00 pm leaving office

The bus ride’s probably the most peaceful part of the day .As I was walking towards the bus stop, I noticed the climate slowly cool down. It’s probably gonna rain . Great! My bus is late ! If it rains then Pandora will be sick. Sorry , let me introduce you to my baby , my Hp laptop a.ka Princess Pandora, basically the only friend in my life.

As I was waiting for my bus I looked across the bus stand , I could see the lamp post . It had this beautiful french design to it and was specially set up it its place by the Mr.Shaveer ,the owner of an antique shop right beside the lamp post. Shaveer had also placed a bench right beside the post for passerby’s to sit. Shop usually closes by 10 p.m but for some reason , it been closed for almost a week now. But the lamp post continues to be alight every night.

It was almost 9:45 and my feet were starting to hurt and that’s when I saw this girl standing beside the lamp post . Where did she come from? I wondered the street was mostly empty and I had been staring at the lamp post for the past 4o minutes. Maybe she came during those magical three minutes I decided to close my eyes.  The bus finally arrived and I gladly hoped on to it .As I took my seat , I tried looking at her across the street she wasn’t there anymore. Was I imagining things ?

Maybe I was.


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The Lamp Post – Part 1

The Lamp Post is going to be a long story which I am going to post in small parts. Hope you like it and feel free to give me your feedback in the comment section.

The day was closing in. The dried leaves that blew across the sidewalk were funnily green .. and fresh. And there she was sitting like a tramp , cross legged on the bench .She looked straight into the orange hued sky and then with sudden raise of one of her brows ; she turned and looked at me. Clarity was consistently being brewed in her brown eyes whilst doubt was waiting to be evaporated out of little pink mouth along with each and every word she spoke.

“It’s  getting dark “ she said

“yes ,it is “ I said and seated myself beside her

“Do you believe in bad luck” she asked , tucking some of her dark messy hair behind her left ear .

Not a good question, I thought.”Yes I do “I said.

“You answered straight away ”she said surprisingly.

“Why yes! What is there to muse about?  Things get worse .Most of it.. well , hell !  all of it including your so called “life lived” goes down like a sinking ship and you know what ? There is absolute nothing you can do about it !

Why ?

Cause it’s just not your luck.


Cause it’s just not your day.

Why? Cause that’s how it is supposed to be. Everything… every darned thing of everything makes sure that you would .. and oh yes ! make absolutely sure that you do not change your decision to detest this life  as long as you live !

The little girl looked at me understandingly .

She looked at me and said “It’s getting dark”

The 7:00 am alarm blared the usual  noisy tone which I had so selectively given the right to annoy me  .I lay on my bed , one foot dangling from the bed ; thinking about the little girl. “She is right” I said to myself “It is getting dark … “


That dead friendship .


So don’t worry I’ll go.

It’s good that you’ll never know .

About how hard I tried , Balled my eyes and put up a fight .

For that precious pure thing that we once had;

Which now has been weakened, unable to stand .

So don’t worry for sure I’ll go, Ever so silently that you’ll never ever know.

-Cynthia Monica

The Muse

His eyes spelt admiration.

That admiration which inebriated with passion, now dictated his steps .

Those steps that pulled him just close enough, to hear his muse breathing .

The warmth between them drove him mad yet he held himself back .

“Why “ asked the muse.

The Muse Painting by Fabian Perez; The Muse Art Print for sale

An amused muse stood there waiting to hear something valid enough for it to savour and gulp down the beautifully heavy pride that had filled the muse up to its brim.

His eyes now proclaiming the same admiration replied “The fear of being in love with just the idea of you and nothing more . ”

A satisfied muse smiled and walked away with its pride now dancing at its feet .

The ego was right

“Trees, grass, water, rocks  …everything ! The whole whirlwind of the universe decides to pull you by your toes and hang you in mid-air.” I whine “Why me?? “

“Darling,  don’t act innocent “Said my ego.


“You loved the dirt… the way it felt, the way it coloured your fingers every time you played with it. The way it clung beneath your nails hissing its presence every time you tucked your hair behind your ears. “

My ego huffed an air of fatigue at the face of my stupid childlike obsession of the dirt.

“Everything that sticks to you is not meant to be a part of you” said my ego. “Wash it away. Now! “

I looked at my hands; I felt the dirt… my eyes wandering decisively at what I wanted to do.

I pulled my hands to myself and hurriedly hid it underneath my shirt.” This is all I’ll ever get “ I shouted aggressively.

“And that’s all what you’ll ever have “said my ego smiling at my very predictable act.

“I love the dirt “I proclaimed at a little nudge from an existent but dying audacity.

My ego walked slowly towards me and whispered into my right ear.

“Then keep it “It smiled and disappeared.

I stood there still, with my hands trembling, the dirt still stuck ; exhibiting the least indifference towards whatever had happened.

“I fought for you “I exclaimed to the dirt hoping to get back a sign of acknowledgement.

I waited ever so much as eons only to realize that I had never been made so much of a fool as of now.

The ego was right.

Everything that sticks to me is not meant to be a part of me.

Indecisive orange (A short love story )

He stands there resisting his urge to rush forward towards her, hold her…hold her face in his hands. He stands there with his lean frame against the sky , sprayed with shades of  indecisive orange  .The lake quietly let the ripples dance on its bosom lest they turn into waves and brutally slash the silence which was essential for a wailing heart to be heard


‘I can’t ‘ He whispers


I can’t ! He shouts


“When I saw you for the first time, I felt numb and oddly enough I have felt this same sort of numbness before .


He walks towards her, his eyes still firmly fixed at her .Dhruv stops walking as he starts speaking again.


“At the park you asked me what it felt like to have given something to someone and then want the same thing back very badly from the same person. It feels like something cold and sharp is cutting me from the inside and I feel like screaming aloud   .There have been times when I actually have. Oh yes I have! But only when I am alone because that’s when it’s the worst. It’s the worst because I can’t see you. When I see you … it doesn’t matter what you are doing or whom you are with. But for me… for this … this stupid soul of mine ; that is enough .


Crazy right? I mean just seeing you . I guess I kinda knew it all along that was all that I could ever have was just the sight of you . Nothing more and anything less than that I swear Aashi , I have no idea what will become of me.


I know you never wanted me to  say this ever because I would be just making things harder for you. But Aashi … “


Dhruv takes a step back and says “ The day I had found you, I lost myself .I have fallen for you Aashi . “


Aashi looks into his black eyes which gleamed with excitement at having unveiled something so obvious.


“Do you know how much I love you ” she asks as she slightly tilted her head to the left. A habit , which was one of the many things that Dhruv took note of and ferociously admired.


“Do you?” she asked again


“I do . But you should know falling in love is the most inevitable thing.. ”


“It is evitable!” Aashi mindlessly shouts pushing her hair back with both her hands  “It’s all in your mind , it’s your decision to let you heart go all loose so that it can be an idiot , roam here and there and settle down on some random person and claim that its owner is now in love with this random person ”


“Its okay”Dhruv replies calmly.


“It’s not!. Now this is what will happen. You are gonna be heartbroken and hurt all over and I am responsible for it..”


“No , you are not…”Dhruv replies


“And then” Aashi continues as if Dhruv did not reply “You are never ever gonna see me as a friend and you are gonna leave me and go far away “Aashi starts choking “And… and” Tears start leaving her Kohl lined waterline “You are gonna leave . You are leaving !! This is what it’s all about, right?! I am the damn reason !”


Dhruv comes closer “Look at me ”


Aashi with a girlish conduct looks the other way.


“Look at me Aashi” He says in stern tone .

Aashi looks at him with eyes all wet, making an effort to look through her tear laden lashes.

“I have loved you and will always do and nothing will change that. But in addition to that I have fallen in love with you and I can’t change that. May be this will change, maybe I’ll fall out of love .But again it’s a maybe. Maybe. Whatever it is, I’ll always be there for you like I always have.”


The phone rings and its cue for Dhruv to leave soon. He sees the caller and disconnects it.”You are right it hurts and I won’t deny it because I am a human. And it’s okay to hurt, it’s definitely not the end of the world .. I’ll figure something out as time goes by. I’ll be fine, trust me.” He says with a smile.


Aashi smiles back and looks into the sky which has lost most of orangish hue preparing for the onset of a cool contemplative night.


“You should leave.”


They hug for the last cloaked with a “maybe” time and part with the moon now slowly riding up the sky , shining its light into the cool contemplative night.

Picture source : Over Sunset, Miniature Abstract Art, Original Landscape Oil Painting
painting by artist Marina Petro



Us (A short poem written by two Besties… together)

We sat there,

Looking at the land that stretched so hard and far

To meet the tangerine sky.

Our magniloquent and despondent talks

Interspersed with opportune silence and sighs.

In our minds did we take those fictitious walks,

Towards the fantasy lands.

Cautiously avoiding the disparaged talks,

We often rose high,

To look down at the horizon of actuality.

Sometimes crawled low,

And sneakily watch the jinxed reality.

We hoped those walks turned true,

But we knew we couldn’t afford the fancy,

The clouds of reason often clouded our fantasies,

Paradox, was that we let the cloud rain,

Often when at the brink of escapade.

The truth was that,

Our love for each other,

Was like a gossamer thread

Hung by a margin yet strong enough

To go on for years.

The truth was that our love for each other

Aroused fallacious talks

That we should have stopped and clarified rather

We let the world be , with all its praises and mocks,

A boy and a girl together as friends;

Is it that too hard to digest and comprehend?

Cynthia & Dhiraj Singh (A short poem wrote by  two Besties)

Before tis too late

There will come a time when we all have walked those walks that the world ever so strongly put forth …that those were the only possibilities that we could ever choose from.

And when that time will come, we will realize that that world was such liar.

The world was lonely, so it plotted this stupid scheme to make the people to be like it.
Definite and structured.
And people fell into this trap and now all they ever wanna be is to be like the world. Definite and structured.
We always want to be something that we have already seen .
What if we want to be something that no one has ever seen before …?
What if we want to be just us?

How to write a good dialogue (part2)

World of Horror


Dos and don’ts for writing dialogue


Pay attention to each character’s different speaking style.

Edit dialogue to trim off most of the fat. A lot of what people say is just blah-blah-blah, but you don’t want to bore your reader.

Show how the character speaks instead of telling it. If the character speaks angrily, you can make this come through in her words — it’s therefore often not necessary to add an expressive dialogue tag such as, “she said angrily.” The same if a character is shouting or crying, etc. Keep the reader’s attention on your character’s speech, not your explanation of it.


Don’t get too colorful with the dialogue tags. “Hello,” she shouted; “Hi there,” he cried; “How are you?” she queried,” “Fine thanks,” he shrilled”… too much of this stuff gets distracting fast. Put your thesaurus away. The basic dialogue verbs “say,” “tell,” and “ask,”…

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Thought Circus

In the wake of Chennai’s worst floods in living memory, everyone has a story to tell. For some, it’s a story of loss and desperation. For others, it’s that of survival instincts taking over. For a lucky few, it’s a story of how they remained miraculously unaffected.

Mine is much more personal, much less grievous.

Phase 1: Unaware

We’re at work, blissfully unaware of the implication of the pounding rain, when we’re asked to leave early. We begin to sense that this is no ordinary day when we receive an official email asking us to stay safe indoors. A power cut welcomes us at home along with rain that’s monstrously heavy. We decide to have some ‘rain’ food. “Bajji!”, the husband helpfully quips. The power outage, though, isn’t as helpful, and the kitchen is outside the inverter’s coverage. We end up frying bajjis in a dark and gloomy…

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