Sankirthi threw her books in air after her 7th semester final exam coming out of the exam hall. One more semester and finally job, “wow” she shouted ignoring all the stares. Freedom, financial independence where you can buy what you want, was just few months away. With her secured job in Bangalore’s reputed company all she had to do is dream.  When she saw some police walking towards her in their khaki uniform she just wondered what took them so long. Was she surprise to see them? Hell no she was expecting them from quite some time. She had ignited the fire and she was all set to watch everyone mercilessly burnt.

With questions bombarding from at least 2 police officers she had tough time answering them. After ten minutes she was there sitting in jayanagr 4th block police station. Jam packed police station made her wonder whether everyday it will be the same or today is special day.

One question after another without a pause was thrown at her direction. If she was a terrorist and questions were bullet she would have blown to pieces by now, she smiled dryly. When she couldn’t take it anymore she started to glare from one police to other. She loved the game she started; damn she was enjoying every bit of it. She was about to correct the police who was saying something about Leeroy when the door opened and her mother and father walked in. Her mother’s eyes were swollen and dark circles were making their presence known and her father looked thinner and old. She felt sorry for them but she masked her emotions. Thanks to her mother for teaching the lesson since childhood

“Where is Leeroy?“ question was demanding her attention. Sankirthi looked down at her baited nails and said “He is in US” Her answer took her mother by surprise. “Leeroy is not the guy? Oh my Rama! …” saying she collapsed on the nearby chair. “Bingo mom” she said to herself, you didnt know what your daughter was cooking when you were busy praying in temple. She looked at her mother and said “you see, Leeroy is not in India, what made you think that I was with him?, he is so not my type”, saying she added more fuel to the fire. Her mother burst into fresh tears and covered her eyes with her sari pallu.

Sankirthi was making note of her answer as she may have to repeat same answers at least million times before this matters fades away with time, she sighed with exhaustion.

“Where is the guy you were with?”, she looked at the police who was asking the question and said “I don’t know, we were staying in lodge near my College in Kormangala. He wanted to go to Bombay but I was not ready at the moment”. She coughed and police offered her a glass of water. After thanking the police officer she drank some water. Slowly she looked at her father and said “I don’t know, haven’t seen him since yesterday. As I had my last exams today I didn’t worry about it”. When she said her voice shook a bit thinking it has to, she waited the time bomb to blast.

“Where you first met him?” questioned the same police officer.

“In a hospital, last year my friend was admitted, I visited him couple of times. That time I bumped into this guy”

She started answering all their questions with her simple love story of one year in which she met the guy in hospital and fell in love. One day he proposed her and she said yes, before she knew she was his girlfriend, was madly in love with him. They often met in cafe’ spending as much as time together. When he expressed his interest in marrying her she didn’t take a minute to say yes even though he was a Muslim. As she was from a Brahmin family and he from Muslim they had decided to elope and get married.

Her mother was crying loudly by then listening to her story. The jaws tightening around her father’s cheek was the proof of his anger, she knew it’s not going to be easy.

“So you had physical relation with him?” this question caught her off guard.  She said to herself “Come on!, I was madly in love, stayed in hotel with him what you expect??”. She looked down embarrassed to answer to that question in front of her parents. Her father spat “answer, you should have felt embarrassed when you planned to run away with your boyfriend “. Slowly she nodded her head saying yes, her mother pushed her chair and walked out not able to listen any more. Her father followed her mother and what it looks like after 10 glorious minutes he came back. May be he didn’t wanted to miss out the great deeds of his daughter.

After two more hours of drilling and interrogation police let her go with her parents. Before they let her go they took her sign god knows for what.  Her name in police record, was she proud about her achievement or not, at particular moment she couldn’t say

As soon as they stepped out the police station her father yelled “sit in the car”. When she walked towards their old omni her mother was waiting for them in back seat. No one spoke until they reached home


As her father unlocked the door to their apartment after what it looked like 1 hour, Sankirthi wondered what is going to happen next. Before she could walk to her room and lock herself in her room, her father called her. Standing face to face he said “you didn’t even think about us, you didn’t even consider our reputation…”. He let the sentence hung in air for breath and  started slapping her across her face without stopping.

When her father was tired slapping her across face he searched for anything to hit her with. When he couldn’t get anything he took out his belt and started lashing at her. Before Sankirthi could understand she was there screaming with pain. Sankirthi was begging her father to stop while her mother stood there watching her without uttering a word. How Sankirthi wanted Leeroy to come and rescue her like always. After few minutes of torments she collapsed on ground unconscious.

Sankirthi opened her eyes when the cold water hit her face she saw her father glaring at her not with concern but still with anger. With red blood shot eyes, muffled hair he looked like a monster to her. He dragged to her room by her hair and said “How I wish you were not born, I wish you were dead instead of your brother, you eloped with Muslim guy. You didn’t think about us,…… “. He stopped to catch his breath. He forced her to see him and continued “After enjoying with him for a week you are back. You slept with him, this is what we taught you? You were way too friendly with that gulf boy, I didn’t utter a word not because I trusted you but because I trusted that guy. I have seen the respect for you in his eyes. May be he sees his sister in you which he never had……I wouldn’t be surprised if he stopped talking to you after hearing your great deed…” he closed the door of her room with big nosie.

Sankirthi’s whole body was on pain, few places the skin was torn and could see clotted blood. With great difficulty she touched her hand to her forehead where the leather belt had a left a mark.  She ignored her still watering eyes and tried to sleep on her back. When her body screamed out with pain slowly she turned and laid there on her stomach on the floor. She tried to look out of her window but when thick darkness blocked her view she wondered when sun had disappeared leaving her in darkness. She coughed and longed for a glass of cold water. She searched for her water bottle, when she found them empty lying on floor she remembered it was two weeks back she had filled them. She tried to sit up when the quest for thirst became more but when she felt the raw pain running through her body with her every effort, she gave up. She was tired and hoped soon sleep or death take her over. With sleep not showing mercy and mind recalling her father’s hatred filled words how she wished she was dead. Two weeks back she was all happy excited planning to teach her mom a lesson and today there she is lying on floor praying the moment to pass quickly.

After counting her pocket money, packing her clothes and books she had to wait for one whole week. As Leeroy was leaving for US she didn’t wanted to create any trouble for him.  Leeroy’s nonstop talk about US was made it clear he is looking forward to his visit. So she decided to act on her plan as soon as Leeroy reaches the land of dollar. It was Thursday, 4th day after Leeroy’s departure, early morning when her mother was doing pooja in temple Sankirthi was busy hiding her bag in Leeroy’s parked car,while her father still slept on with thick blanket on.

It was around 8, after her breakfast; same old bread jam, she had left the house informing about group study. She had left a two page note in her room about eloping with her boy friend whom she love dearly. She had underlined the sentenced where she mentioned Leeroy is not the guy. Once she reached ground floor he had taken her bag from its hiding place. After waving at watchman she had caught a rickshaw and told him to take her to 3 star hotel. With her pocket money she realized she could afford this place at least for one week; thanks to her uncle and father for the regular pocket money.  With big 6 inch TV at the center and soft double bed in right front of tv she had jumped on it with joy. With dressing mirror at one side and writing table at the other she thought it is going to be perfect place for her to study. With a long lazy chair front of the glass wall she pulled the curtain back to see the glorious view of colorful garden. With a male statue holding a pitcher the water was flowing through it non stop while the swans swam in it without any worries. How she envied them. As she wanted to capture the view she clicked the pic in her phone and switched off it never to on it again. She knew it if she tries to call anyone, police can trace the call incase her parents decide to lodge a complaint. She opened her bag and took out her books setting them on the table. Before she start off to study she had to do one more last thing. She had to get this guy named, she tried to recall but when she realized she still don’t know his name she gave up, and make sure the receptionist, watchman sees him incase if they would be interrogated. The guy, who was same age of Sankirthi was her friends friend who was studying in Bombay, had come down for a visit. After Sankirthi’s emotional blackmail followed by “escape without trace plan” finally he had agreed. “Are sure you want to do this?” he had asked several times. Sankirthi had told him to relax. She was in garden when he came with big bouquet. When she had seen him she had hugged him, to make sure people around them believe that they are madly in love. After holding hand in hand and occasionally kissing on his cheek she had escorted him to her room. In the evening they had gone for a walk holding hand in hand smiling at each other. After waving to the guy Sankirthi had walked back to her room hoping to start her study. The guy was leaving Bangalore that evening so it was impossible to trace the guy unless she reveals his identity. Proud on herself for her kick ass plan she had lost herself in her booms once she had opened them.

It was on her final exam police had caught her. She knew it if she made a move before her final exam it will be easy to trace her because college will be obvious place and her final exam will be screwed. That’s why she had decided to act out her plan during last exam which had gap of two weeks. Everything had worked out according to her plan except the lashing part and cursing. She never imagined her dad will act like an animal In pit of anger. She moaned with pain and finally sleep cast its spell to give her temporary relief.

All the trouble she went through is to teach a lesson to her heartless mom. She had lost her mother to hatred when she was a kid but that day she lost her dad too.

Sankirthi opened her eyes to the sound of her favorite Royal Enfield sound. She pulled out her mobile under her pillow and saw the time. “6” saying she kicked her blanket and pulled the curtains aside. There was he sitting on his beast wearing red Nike jacket and knee length shorts. The never missed bandana was sitting in its usual place stopping his long hair from falling on his forehead, the one she gifted him. “Darn the Freak!!! Forgot the helmet”, Sankirthi said to herself.

If not for the December’s chilly wind Sankirthi would have sat like that hours watching him. She picked her blanket and wrapped around her and continued what she was doing earlier. He sneezed and waited patiently when the watchman opened the gate. He said something and watchman smiled “he and his cheap jokes” Sankirthi said and smiled. With ear plug on its place he gave a solid kick to the beast and it obeyed him. In fraction of second he disappeared in the early fog of Bangalore’s mist.

That’s how Sankirthi’s day started, no matter what, sharp at 6 she was there near the window watching Leeroy leave for the gym. It’s not that she was in love or something it just that she liked watching him saying that she consoled herself. The number of gals visited his house on weekend she could bet on any grave that he never felt anything for her other than mere friendship.

She yawned and rolled on her bed for some more time, she was still not ready to get up and do her daily chores yet. She closed her eyes for a minute to get a hold on her thoughts. She took deep breaths and sat on her bed. She said small prayer in her mind and walked towards kitchen humming some old Hindi song .

She looked at the wall clock in the hall, “6.15”,  she kept the water on gas for coffee and hurried . “Hello bro, what’s up?” saying that she winked at the framed photo of her brother hung on the wall. She continued “I know, you are doing very well, ask me how I am?.” She took a deep breath and said “To be honest I am in real bad shape, final semester exams are near and your mother is ringing some temple bell at dawn, almost every morning, wonder for whom she is praying for. She reaches temple before the temple priest reach, can you beat that. That old woman doesn’t cook anything other than rice and sambar. Oh man life sucks.” She opened the main door and picked packet of milk and newspaper. With Kitty trailing behind her she said “your father is still same, breaks his head over news and cricket , can you beat that. I feel he doesn’t even remember he has a daughter.” After keeping the milk packet on kitchen counter she lifted Kitty in her arms, kissing her “But thanks to Kityy, she keeps me busy, her silly games and her two kittens, Piggy and Masshi occupy my time”. He let go of Kitty placing her on the floor and open the packet of milk, Kitty rubbed herself to her legs meowing all time , telling her its time she fill her bowl with milk.

“I know sweet heart, give me one second”

Saying she filled Kitty’s bowl. Kitty, Piggy and Masshi attacked the bowl draining the milk in fraction of second.

She patted Kittys head “see it wasn’t that bad, was it”

When she realized its 7.00 she said “Off you go now Kitty, I am late already”

She busied herself in her chores. She on the geyser and prepared the tea. Sipping her tea she walked to the hall “where was I?, yes I was telling about Kitty and her kittens. I don’t know what to do with Piggy and Masshi, nobody is ready to take them. But I have an idea, Leeroy’s 25th bday  is round the corner  guess what his bday gift will be?Kittens.” she laughed loudly like a sadist witch

“Last week I asked him politely to take piggy and Masshi but that bum did not budge. Now I am going to buy a nice fancy basket and place Peggy and Masshi in it covering them with nice table cloth and take it over his place. He doesnt like cats, I don’t know why, every time he sees Kitty he jumps. When he was small one cat had pawed him, those scars are still on his lower cheek, dont ask me how I know. ”

She took a sip of her tea and sighed “Funny part is he cant return his bday gift. Like it or not he have to keep the kittens. And he is a keeper so I am tension free” She emptied her tea cup, getting up from the chair she said picking her bath towel from the balcony “ok bro, will catch up tomorrow with more update, time to run”. Saying she hurried towards bath room to take morning her shower.

By the time Sankirthi got ready to college her father was reading newspaper, mother was preparing some breakfast at the last minute. She looked at the wall clock and thought again she have to relive on her college canteen for her lunch and breakfast. She hurriedly picked an apple from the dining table took a bite and started running holding her college bag. “Bow your head to god and go Sankirthi” when her dad’s concerned voice fell on her ears she came running back bowed her head to all gods statute which were almost submerged in flowers.  She whispered “if she would have done atleast 5% of what she does for you I would have been over the moon”. After saying bye to her father she started running thinking she is going to miss her college bus again. She stopped for a second near the door hoping her mother will say something but when she didn’t hear the voice which she was longing, she hurried swallowing the pain.

She was in such a hurry that she didn’t see Leeroy coming out of his house and bumped into him. If Leeroy would not have held her at the right moment she would have fallen from the steps. Her college bag and apple were now lying on the floor without a care in the world. “Cant you keep your eyes open Roy” saying she picked her bag and apple from the floor. When she realized she cant eat the apple she stared at him. Long hair combed nicely, in ironed formal black pants and maroon full sleeve shirt he looked royally handsome for boring office. If the anger was on its way then before Sankirthi knew it was long gone.

Leeroy stood there smiling at her while she stared at him with open mouth. He whistled slowly and said “wowo, you look fab, still trying to impress that guy who had come home last year? What’s with your hair??Where’s that oil?”. Leeroy started to laugh touching her hair which usually used to coat with oil. Snakirthi glared at him and spat “Yeah, how do you know. If everything goes smoothly I will be mother of his kids soon” being said that she started to run. Leeroy held her hand and said “I don’t think you want to go in bath room slippers. And about the guy, stay away from him, they want only one thing”. Sankirthi pulled her hand daringly and asked “what about you Leeroy, what you want?”. Leeroy chuckled and said looking into her eyes “you never know what I want Ki,”.Sankirthi didn’t like the way he was looking at her. She slowly broke the eye contact and checked her feet to make sure Leeroy was kidding about her bath room slippers. Sankirthi realized she was still wearing her bath room slippers, she cursed and ran back home.

When Sankirthi reached the gate Leeroy was waiting for her on his Royal Enfield. She swallowed the bile and tried to ignore him. Before she could reach him he yelled “Come on, hop in Ill drop you till the bus stop”. Sankirthi wanted to say no not because she wanted to but because her mother was standing near the window and was watching her.  Something made her agree to his offer. She covered her head with stole and said “you are such a life saver Roy” and sat on the bike.  She knew it her mother was still watching her. With insane guts she kept her hand on Leeroy’s shoulder and smiled.

When they crossed the gate she took off her hand from Leeroy’s shoulder. She checked her reflection in preview mirror to make sure her lip-gloss was still there. When the shiny liquid made its presence known Sankirthi smiled at the mirror and kept her bag in front of her as a shield. Leeroy laughed and said “What you think I am going to take advantage? That too on my bike!!You must be kidding me? As per I remember last time you took advantage of me and kissed right there under that banyan tree” he pointed out at the tree. Sankirthi looked away with flushed face. How can she dare to forget the day when for the first time she kissed Leeroy, her crazy insane guts. Ignoring her discomfort she said “how’s your mom now?”. As Leeroy couldn’t hear Sankirthi over the heavy noise of morning traffic he bent sideways and said “what”. Sankirthi was forced to lean forward.

Her nostrils went wild when familiar john musk perfume hit them. His beard was gone and moustache was trimmed neatly. Her hands itched to touch his cheek and feel the skin. Thank god his eyes were on road else definitely he would have read her thoughts she was sure about that. She leaned forward and said “How’s your mom?”. Leeroy shrugged his shoulder and took a pause before answering “she doing good, goes to hospital almost every week, I am just worried that’s she might never recover……”  The pain in Leeroy’s voice hit Sankirthi. She squeezed his shoulder lightly and said “Don’t worry Roy, she will be alright, trust me”. When he stopped his bike in front of bus stop Sankirthi got down. When she saw her classmate she relaxed a bit, college bus was not yet come. She looked at Leeroy and said nothing. When she was about to leave when Leeroy took out an apple from his bag held it in front of her said “where’s your manners lady?! Say thank you and move your big ass I am getting late to office”. He took a large bite of apple and gave it to Sankirthi and winked. Before Sankirthi could say anything he was gone. She stood there watching him disappear in the heavy traffic. She was defiantly falling in love with him if she’s not already in love she thought. Everything about him was lovable, even his sweat

With her head leaning on the glass window Sankirthi looked out without interest. Her mother ignorance towards her pricked her everyday, no matter how hard she tried to ignore. When she was small she had cried many times wondering why her mother never showed any affection, she had her own reasons for sure. It was always her father who cared for her until Leeroy moved into her building. She still remembers the day when a black Honda city entered the compound when she was talking with watchman. Glued to the ground she watched a man, in his late 60 get down from driver seat. When his eyes fell on her he give her one of his broad smile and said “Hi”. Sankirthi return the smile and before she know she had walked towards car hoping for a kid of her age will get down and finally she will have a friend. The man extended his hand and said “I am George, new resident; we stay in the second floor”. Sankirthi shook his hand, looked at him with curious eyes. When she couldn’t wait longer she asked “do you have any kid’s?you see I have no friends….”. Before she could finish there he was opening the front door and inspecting his new surroundings. When a lady dress in loosely fitted cotton salwar emerged from back seat Sankirthi was fascinated by her beauty. With bob hair and glasses on, looked very motherly to her. When she realized she may not have any chance of making friends with that trendy boy she thought maybe she will never have a good friend. With black shades on and with ears still plugged with his headphones like an astronaut who loved heavy metal. She looked at the lady and gave her best smile. When lady returned her smile she thought maybe she can have can have a good friend after all. After a quick introduction she got to know that ladies name is Lydia.  Such a lovely name she thought.

Sankirthi had taken the job of showing them around pretty seriously. She helped them to locate their apartment in 2nd floor, floor below her apartment.

With her trailing Mr George, with her hands filled with bags she felt finally she could be friends with someone. After setting up the things Lydia had thanked her from bottom of her heart. Sankirthi had jumped out of her place and had hugged Lydia. Lydia had touched her head and said “you are always welcome here, come anytime you want, Leeroy would love to have some friends like you”. How Sankirthi wanted to correct her that she wanted to be friend with her rather than her son. Lydia had told her that they had moved to India due to some medical treatment. Even though Sankirthi was curious she didn’t dared to ask any questions. Lydia had told that their son, Leeroy was against moving to India from Dubai. As he was finding hard to adjust she had asked Sankirthi to talk to Leeroy. For Lydia’s sake she had tried talking to Leeroy, but when he ignored her she had given up trying to talk to him.

It was one evening she was riding her bicycle in the garden, school kids, old people were walking and laughing sitting in the garden. She was enjoying her ride when suddenly cycle’s chain came out. She tried to put the chain back in it place, even though she had no idea how to do so. Its then she felt she have to take the cycle to the shop Leeroy stepped in front of her from nowhere  and raised his eyebrows “next time try asking people, they might help you”.Sankirthi just wondered how this gulf boy know about fixing cycle chain. She stood there as Leeroy carefully put the chain back in its place, with his hands already black with grease. Once it’s done Leeroy said “there you go”. Sankirthi looked at his black oil stained hands and asked “where you learn this?”. Leeroy raised his eyebrows again showing no interest in answering her question. She said “may be you can teach me”. Leeroy had smiled and said “come on Ki, the last thing I want is to teach you is about fixing your cycle”. She stood in front of him staring  at his now smiling eyes and said “ok, I take it as no. May be ill inform your dad about your newly developed smoking habit”. Smile had left Leeroy’s face without a trace. There he was staring at her wondering how the hell she found about him. Sankirthi said “I don’t have much time Roy, decide quickly”. It’s the same day Leeroy became Roy to her and Sankirthi became just Ki to him.

Sankirthi closed her eyes hoping to doze for a while. Leeroy was always around when she needed someone. Before even she could say he understood her thoughts, which scared her even now. For Sankirthi he was a superhero who can do anything and everything. When he got his female friends home she was jealous and had cursed them all. As he was going to some fancy Christian college, his friends were all yo-yo type, with guys spiked up hair and girls micro miniskirts. When his friend visited his house Sankirthi made sure she never stepped out of her house even though Leeroy invited her to join them. She had seen some of his female friends in deep Vneck trying to gain all Leeroy’s attention. Even though those pretty gals tried hard she was the first one to kiss him, she consoled herself. She smiled thinking about her first kiss, Leeroy standing there shock in his eyes and Sankirthi kissing him, standing on her toes.

When bus stopped in front of college gate Sankirthi forcibly opened her eyes wondering who will be the next guy she will be kissing. As it was late she hurried to class

When Sankirthi reached home at 7in the evening that day she was dead tired. Writing some stupid program had drained her all energy and strength. She pushed the door and walked in, dumping her bag on the sofa and collapsing on it. Her father who was watching local news said “Bad day putta?”.. Its then her mother came from kitchen and stood in front of her. Sankirthi prepared herself for the volcano to erupt. When she had seen her mother standing near the window in the morning she had anticipated the worse. Her mother said “how many times I told you to stay away from that gulf Christian boy, today again you went with him on his bike that too you were literally falling on him. I just wonder what you were thinking…”.Her father switched off the TV and removed his specs and sat there with undivided concentration trying to understand about whom they were talking.   “He is my friend and I don’t have to think before going with him” Sankirthi replied with stead firm voice. Her mother looked at her father and said “you heard what she said? I had told you not to give her freedom see now..” she turned towards Sankirthi and said “tomorrow some other guy will call and I wouldn’t be surprise if you go with him happily”. Sankithi lost her patience stood in front of her mother and said “I wont, as he wont be Leeroy”. Her mother slapped her across her face and said “Behave yourself, you little crap of shit. I wouldn’t be surprised if you elope with that Christina boy. Anyways you don’t go to temple, don’t pray..”. With her father trying to be pacemaker Sankirthi picked her bag and strolled to her room. She locked the door and fell on her bed, tears flooding down her cheek. Her mother never liked Leeroy, without any valid reason she blamed him. Anyone saying a single bad word against Leeroy tricked her off, even her mother. She always hated him, hated the way he dressed, the way he talked. She never spoke to his parents no matter how many times Lydia tried to talk to her. Why she had to be mean to those who were dear to her, Sankirthi never understood. Lydia was her like real mother, listening to her worries and giving advise when she was in confused state. Her mother used to throw the Christmas cake Lydia used to give without even opening the cover. Sometimes she wondered may be her mother is suffering from mental disorder. Her hatred, her ignorance were beyond understandable. How many times she planned to run away from home, her distress mother but then her father’s innocent face always stopped her

Door bell ringing sound interrupted Sankirthi’s trail of thoughts. She smiled, in spite of bad moment with her mother and wiped her tears still lying on her bed for she knew her warrior was already there to help her. She could hear Leeroy’s voice as he talked to her father. She washed her face and walked into hall wearing her sweet timid smile. There he was all dressed in his usual basketball clothes and smiling at her. When he looked straight into her eyes their eyes spoke silently. He slowly said “I will be travelling to US this weekend, official visit, thought I will inform you personally, couldn’t wait till tomorrow so came”. He then turned towards he father and said “sorry for barging like that, was so happy wanted to share the good news with Ki”. Sankirthi knew very well why he was there standing in her house, talking to her father. He wanted to make sure she is doing ok. Now with him gone she will be like colorless rainbow. With tears filling her eyes she was scared that her worry will reflect on her face. Saying congrats she excused herself and locked herself in the sanctuary of her room. Her one and only one dear friend , her warrior was going away, far from her she wanted to cry loudly. She wiped her tears thinking her mother must be celebrating now, may be that’s what her mother prayed everyday she thought. She looked at her brother’s pic on her table and started to think. She had to do something crazy to piss her mother even more and she knew it what she had to do. With wicked smile on her face she packed her bags and counted her pocket money. She patted her back and said “it is time to rock and roll baby.

I looked out of the window and felt like slipping away, bile rising in my mouth, I closed my eyes holding my seat tightly. As I felt my nail found something soft to dig I let them have their way. “Mam, you are hurting me” when a male voice interrupted me I opened my eyes and looked at him scared to pit to keep my eyes open. I swallowed the excess bile in my mouth and looked at him with apologetically. When I saw the blood on his arms I knew the cause of it. I looked at my nails and then at him.  Somebody was blabbering on the speaker and I giggled hysterically. I looked outside the window and was confused whether I am moving fast or the road.  I closed my eyes , held my seat more tightly and said sorry, not even looking at the man’s face sitting beside me. Because I was scared that if I open my eyes something will happen. My breathing increased and I counted the worst moment of my life to pass.  “We are in air, you can open your eyes now” said the same voice. Slowly I opened my eyes to see the dark blue sky and white clouds floating. I held my breath and said “wow”. “First times are bit hard, you will get used to it” he said. Looking at the minute building below I replied “yes, hopefully”.  When I remembered the blood on his arm I tried to turn towards him. When the seat belt stopped me from doing what I intent to; I removed the barrier and kissed him on his lips and said “sorry darling, ill trim my nails as soon as we land. promise”. I could feel his smile, his lips on my face. He broke the kiss, looked deeply into my eyes and said “that never going to happen.  I know how you love your nails and that dark red paint on them. He bent and kissed me on my forehead. I smiled when his stubble tickled my face. The wild perfume smell hit my nostrils and something in my lower tummy screamed. He sat back in his seat and closed his eyes and said “stop staring at me like hungry vulture, wife!!” I touched his cheek with love and said “get some rest babe”. He opened his eyes and looked at me without saying anything. We sat there looking at each other for a while not even bothering to reply the airhostess who was interrupting such a lovely moment. My eyes filled with tears and I said “I love you, love you more than you can imagine”. He wiped my tears and said “you are such a drama queen, stop fussing. That pretty lady is asking me something let me tell her clearly that I am taken for infinity”. I laughed listening to him and sat back in my seat. My eyes fell on the overly make up lady standing nearby and wondered how many hours she will take to take off that thick coated lipstick and that eyes liner. I closed my eyes not bothering to eavesdrop because I didn’t care. I knew it and even he knew it we belong to each other, and the third person didn’t have any space between us not now, not ever.


I opened my bag and took out the book I picked from book shop back in Bombay. I had many reasons to pick that book. To kill the passing time was one among that. “Under The Wings Of A Falcon” title was imprinted with background of sun rising in horizon picture with illuminated sun rays while a falcon flew spreading its wings. By Key, I smiled wondering why the author picked this name when she had such a lovely name. I turned the book and opened the last page to read about author. There she was smiling at the camera wearing a blue salwar Kameez. With her hair left free she looked beautiful to me. Even though she was smiling her eyes weren’t. There was no description given. I closed the book and looked at my husband who was sleeping. I smiled and looked outside the window. The clouds and blue sky seeing them so closely made me fall in love with them. I pressed the button which made a noise and went to sleep again.  When air hostess appeared in front of me I said I am thirsty and love to have glass of water.

After drinking the water I opened the book again to read hoping that I can finish it without any interruption. “Dedicated to Roy, love of my life” was looking back at me in bold font; I smiled thinking she must be in love with her husband unconditionally. I skipped the acknowledgement part and started to read Epilogue


Kity kity, come down, it’s getting dark and you may not like to sit there. Come down now.! Sankirthi was trying her all tactics to get her kitten, Kity down from wide banyan tree.  She loved this wide banyan tree located near her apartment so dearly, but that day first time she hated the tree for all wrong reasons. First of all Kitty was sitting on a branch and looking at her with wide open eyes without understanding her distress and secondly she couldn’t even do anything. She had tried to climb the tree against all odds but when she had slipped down she had given up. Tears started piling up in her eyes. The last option will be calling up the fire brigade for which she have to go through heavy shelling’s from her mother which she didn’t wanted right now. Her dear father might understand her but not her mother. Again she looked at Kitty and folded her hands begging gesture to come her down. When she couldn’t see the familiar sun rays penetrating from the space between the leaves she got frighten. Her homework was still pending and she have to go and get the milk before sun set else she have to listen to her mother’s lecture on “you-are-10th standard-gal- be-responsible”. She thanked god for not having any spectators. She looked at watchman with hope that he might do something. He looked at her and gave his old mobile and told her to call the fire brigade. This Diwali he wont get any gift from her side, she decided right there.

She said a silent prayer to her favorite god Krishna and took a deep breath. She still remembers the poem she read in primary “try and try again boys you will win at last”. She touched the wide banyan tree trunk hoping the touch and feel will ease her pain. The goose bumps on her back were proof of her stupid belief. If may be she was a village girl she would have climbed the tree with no-time all thanks to her parents for raising her in silicon hub city Bangalore; where finding a tree near apartment is a rare possibility. She held the tree and closed her eyes; her nightmare of falling from tree was just about to come true

“If you just hug the tree it wont help, come on, make a move, if you want I can give you a push” said a voice. She didn’t had to turn back to recognize who it was talking to her.  She was quite sure it was Leeroy who was mocking her. To see those brown eyes, thick black hair, athletic legs, perfect nose, scar on his elbow and that mischievous smile she didn’t have to turn back, she just had to close her eyes. Her heart was doing waltz listening to his voice. She stood there as if she is hypnotized by his presence. He whistled slowly and her body shivered. Even though she didn’t turn back she knew there was this wicked smile on his face; because he whistled only when he was happy.  He was just couple of years elder to her but the way he behaved made him always way younger to her. When she didn’t make any move or said anything he said “Ki, you clearly know that I am the one who is going to get your kitten down so why don’t you move so that I can see climb that beast”. When she heard what she wanted, she smiled at the tree and turned back towards him.  There he was standing wearing loose jersey and shorts. The sweat on his forehead and basketball in his left hand was proof of his love for the game. Bandana tied around his forehead was stopping his long hair falling on his eyes. Sipping water from his sipper he looked so adorable, Sankirthi had forgot to breath. She tried to ignore her feelings and gave one of her best smile with braces and said “I knew Roy you would help me. You are my hero, I will make sure your heroic act will never be erased from my memory”. Leeroy laughed out loud and said “you are such a pest, couldn’t you tell me you need my help instead of all this drama? You know I never said no to you”.  Sankirthi knew it was very true, he never said no to her. When she felt their conversation slipping away from main subject she looked at Kitty and back to him implying to finish the important job.

Leeroy got a ladder(nor right word) from his neighbor and adjusted so that he could climb the tree. He was ascending when he looked at Sankirthi, something made him get down from the ladder. He said “come on Ki, it’s you who should be climbing the tree not me. It’s your cat after all….”. Key looked at him with disbelief for a moment, then she pushed Leeroy aside and started to climb the ladder with full speed. She never dared to look down fearing Leeroy can see her tears. She never imagined Leeroy will make her do this it’s so unlike of him. As soon as she held her Kitty she patted her and kissed her. Leeroy’s laughter hit her ears and she looked down at him with anger, eyes still filled with tears. She didn’t know what made her smile, his twinkling eyes or his breath taking smile. She knew it from her past experience she cant be angry with Leeroy for more than a minute.

She secured Kitty in her arms started to descend. Leeroy’s carefree laughter caught her attention again. She looked at him and he was laughing so loudly his eyes were watering. She asked “what’s funny Roy, tell me so that even I can laugh at your cheap joke”. He pointed at her and said “you still wear Mickey mouse underpants? …..”. Sankirthi suddenly held her skirt with one hand and Kitty took that particular moment to jump from her secured place. She lost her balance and hit the ground with big thud. Thank god she was half way down else she would have definitely had some broken bones. Leeroy came running towards her, laughter replaced by concern. He was bombarding her with so many questions. Sankirthi ignored Leeroy’s extended hand and stood up and looked straight into his eyes and said “you are such a cheap ass hole”.  Leeroy asked with his eyes brows raised “you are angry with me because I saw your underpants or because I made you climb the tree?”. Sankirthi stood there without blinking her eyes ready to punch him any moment. Leeroy said “It’s because I made you climb the tree isn’t it? Don’t answer Ki, I know you very well, you cant lie to me, never, not in this life time”. Sankithi wanted to deny it but whom she was kidding he was telling the truth. Leeroy saw her bleeding knee and knelt closer to her so that he can examine her knee. He slowly pushed her skirt up so that he can examine her knee clearly. Sankirthi tried to ignore Leeroy’s touch but couldn’t. She stood there looking at him, his every move under her lashes. He scanned her wound and said “stay still”. Saying that he removed his bandana from his forehead and tied around her bruised knee.  Sankirthi tried to move her leg saying “But, that’s your favorite bandana Roy, It will be ruined….” Leeroy was too quick for her, he wrapped his bandana on Sankirthi’s knee and said “yes it’s my favorite and you are way more precious than that bandana Ki”. Something in Sankirthi’s heart stirred without her knowledge, may be that the best thing she have heard her entire life. With teary eyes she looked down at Leeroy whose hands were still were on her knee. She slowly bent so that she is eye level of Leeroy. She said “That’s the sweetest thing to say Roy” Saying that she pressed her lips against his. If she saw the shock in Leeroys eyes she didn’t care, this was her moment which she is going to cherish her entire life after all it was her first kiss.

“Sankirthiiii!!”When her mother yelled from top of her voice she turned around to face her furious mother. She was just returning back home from her evening walk. Before she could say something her mother palm stuck at her right cheek twice. That was the third time in last hour her eyes were filled with tears. Even though it pained she stood there ready to take the next blow staring at her mother. When Leeroy realized the situation is going out of hand he stood in front of Sankirthi, shielding her against her own mother. He folded his hands in front of Sankirthi’s mother and said “Its my fault aunty, she did nothing, if you want to slap then slap me, not her”. Sankirthi’s  mother stared at Leeroy with disgust and opened her mouth to say something when Sankirthi  pushed Leeroy aside and said “No he did no such thing. I kissed him, so if you want to hit then hit me. I was the one who started.” She turned towards Leeroy who was still staring at her with disbelief and said “Thank you for your help Roy, just go home”. Leeroy stood there wondering what to do when Snakirthis mother held Sankirthi’s hand and dragged her towards the apartment. Sankirthis followed her mother without saying anything. She turned back to have a final glimpse of Lee who was still standing there watching her dumb stuck. She wiped her tears, gave her one of her best smile, winked at him. Even though she tried to be cool, Leeroy knew from inside she is scared, scared like her Kitty. Who was still standing near the garden and watching him with pleading eyes to save her mistress.

Author’s Thought: After resting peacefully in D Drive of my laptop, waiting for the my poor writing touch, for a year, the story has aged.  With my head buzzing with second and third thoughts I posted in my quietly sleeping blog. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, but do share your thoughts. you can mail me @ my sleeping mail id and you can call and share your thoughts @ +911234567899(:)London winter finlally getting into my brain)


It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word, you can light up the dark
Try as I may I could never explain
What I hear when you don’t say a thing

Humming the song, I was there, where I always wanted to be in search of the blue door and the  bookshop; Crazy naa I love Notting hill


The smile on your face let’s me know that you need me
There’s a truth in your eyes saying you’ll never leave me

When you see man carrying his woman on his shoulder, you feel definitely its romantic place

The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me if wherever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all

And Not to forget the Kiss Of Life


All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near, near,near…..,

is this the right color and number? I remember the door color but what was the door number? Darn, I momentarily I forgot the next lines


Try as they may they can never define
What’s being said between your heart and mine

I saw the sparrow and the lyrics were back.



The smile on your face let’s me know that you need me
There’s a truth in your eyes saying you’ll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me if wherever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all

I sang with all my might with Joy for I found ROSMEAD GARDEN



I literally went bonkers when I saw the bookshop where really the movie shooting happen(The green bag left unattended is mine, do not worry)


Shops were closing but sun was lazy to say bye





My heart was in my mouth when I found the famous bookshop


And I froze to ground like that, exposing my cavity teeth to the numerous books




Bingo!!I found the right door. I found many people coming in search of 280, told ya I am not CRAZY


Definitely right color and the door


Posted: September 26, 2016 in My Silly thoughts






In that small place we found more than 5 Indian restaurants.


Some statue it was



When the white swan swim moving their neck this side and that it is priceless view


Its neither the place, nor the platinum coated ring makes you happy. Its the person beside you makes your life worth living, lawn or hot sun will be the least of your worries.




Silent, relaxing evening in the arms of The One. I am sure they would have seen lots of unbend summer and hazardous storms together. Time passed season changed but they are still together sitting beside each other, holding hands and talking. and when there is nothing to talk just listen to the each other in silence.



Stair case to heaven









Shakespeare’s eternal resting place.



Then I see a Indian getting into Indian restaurant. Whats with Indian and their love for their food. They eat same dal, sabji everywhere. Country they dont give two ^&* about it.


When we visited this place it was still closed for the visitors.



When my journey ended I was disappointed. With heavy heart and tearful eyes I bid my farewell There were few more places I couldn’t cover up in my short one day journey. I was so much in love with the place, if it was a man I would have married right then. You ever Visit UK, make sure you stamp those clean, beautiful roads of Stratford-upon-Avon with your shoes, marking your visit

Anne(Anne Hathaway) was 26 and Peare(Shakespeare) was 18 when they got married.Nobody knows where they met but experts are guessing it might be the church(after all most of the love stories start in church). Peare was from well do family while Anne was from poor. She lived in 2 room house with her family. I am sure her poverty, her family background never mattered to Peare. I bet he bathed her every day, with poems filled with love and desire. When Anne and Shakes got married she was expecting their first child.

It was Anne’s brother who extended the house adding few rooms in the first floor. Hathaway’s are still alive and visit Cottage once in a year

I like the way the guide who said, Anne was born in a house with rooms and  died in house having 12 rooms. It clearly says time never stays the same.





Yeah, Its apple tree.


Apple!!Is cause of everything, Newtons gravitational law, and yeah, THE SIN,.



















Lavender Maze:Its breath taking. Purple is my new fav color.


And then I found the apple thief.


Have we no wine here?

Anne Hathaway Cottage is must visit place in UK. It’s quiet, beautiful and worth visiting.


Hall’s Croft is the place where Suzi(Susanna), daughter of Shakespeare and Anne Hathaway lived with her husband, a doctor by profession.















When I tried traditional ,Shakespeare’s coat I felt mighty, powerful.Yeah,I felt like Bat Woman






So what I didnt find my prince charming riding the horse at least I found the horse:). Now that is a good start for the beginners