Too Pretty To ...
This is an anecdote from my short story titled 'No Place for Innocence' which is set in a world of crime
It was a Saturday evening. He was sitting in the marina. It was his favourite spot in the city. He sat eating peanuts when he saw her. She was the prettiest woman he had ever seen. She sat on the sand in the sea shore with a pale blue Saree. She had no make-up on. She did not need any. Her face was spotless. She was with a bronze complexion and her eyes were shining.
“I’m Ravi”, he said as she smiled at him. It was a friendly look. She must have noticed him eyeing her. She smiled sweetly and looked at him from head to foot. She must have seen all kinds of men drooling at her. He knew that from how she looked at him. He scratched his head awkwardly. Her smile was radiant and infectious. He smiled back at her awkwardly. It was too good to be true. For a moment, he forgot all about his past. He wanted to get to know this girl. She was perfect and she did not look rich. He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to have kids with her.
“Five hundred”, she said quietly.
He looked at her with a puzzled expression and blinked. “What?”, he asked.
“Five hundred”, she said again with a wink.
His heart almost stopped for a second as it dawned to him. She was a prostitute. It seemed for a moment as though the whole world had come to a stand-still. She was so very beautiful to be true.
This is not exactly your theme but quite close to it. There is an ex and it is quite unorthodox
When Abigail woke up, her vision was blurred. It took her a while to realize where she was. She recognized the logo of Eternity Hospitals. She struggled hard to turn to his side. Looking out the window, she realized where she was. She was in the Central District. She couldn’t move and tried to lift her blanket. She couldn’t. That was when the pain hit her.
“I can’t feel my arm,” thought Abigail. She then began to groan with agony.
“Can you stop moving for one hour?” asked a petite nurse with a bored expression on her face. She took a syringe from the table near the bed and loaded it with a white liquid.
“What is that?” asked Abigail.
“Pain-killers. The next time I find you moving, I’ll skip your dose,” said the nurse sternly. She lowered the blanket and Abigail looked in horror. Her right arm was missing below the elbow.
“What happened to my arm?” asked Abigail anxiously.
“In time,” she said softly and placed a consoling arm on his shoulder.
“I got here as fast as I could,” said a man who had just arrived at the door. It was Samir, her husband. They had been separated for a few months now. He looked slim and handsome. Despite her pain, Abigail noticed the nurse eyeing her husband.
“We called you three hours ago. That is your wife and she has lost her hand,” said the nurse hotly. Her eyes lingered for a moment and then looked away.
“I know and we are separated,” said Samir seriously.
“It doesn’t matter. When something like this happens, you turn up,” said the nurse dismissively. She left before Samir could say another word. As she exited the room, Abigail could have sworn that the nurse was smiling.
“Abigail, what in god’s name have you done?” asked Samir with a bit of concern in his voice. He looked worried but it was not due to her injury.
“I am not sure. A couple of friends of mine challenged me to dive off the cliff and I did,” said Abigail honestly.
“How foolish can you be? Diving off a cliff?” asked Samir shaking his head. He had a lot of mixed feelings on seeing the injured woman on the bed but none of it was love.
“I know you left me but you don’t seem bothered that I am injured,” said Abigail. She was disappointed to see her husband act indifferent at this time. Her life had changed for the worse and he acted like he did not care.
Samir looked at her and shook his head. It was his doing. None of this would have happened if he had not made the decision. “I’m sorry,” he said slowly. This was all his fault.
“What do you have to be sorry about?” she asked doubtfully.
Samir stared at her. He wished that he could tell her but it was not easy. He did it but he still did not know how to explain it. “It’s complicated,” said Samir nervously.
“You are a pretty smart person. Uncomplicate it,” said Abigail with raised eyebrows.
Samir sighed. Abigail had been a beautiful woman. She was everything he wanted in a woman and she loved him for who he was. It was a cruel shock when she was taken away from him. Samir would not accept it. How could he? He was no ordinary man.
“Samir?” called Abigail. Her husband was staring at her devoid of expression.
“You are not Abigail,” said Samir gravely.
“What do you mean?” she asked with confusion.
“You are an imperfect copy of a perfect woman,” said Samir.
“No,” said Abigail but she was feeling uncomfortable. She knew what Samir did for a living. He was a pioneer in cloning. While it seemed impossible, her husband was one of the smartest scientists in his field. “What did you do?”
It was an easy question. The answer was not simple. Samir shook his head. “Let it go,” he said softly.
“Did I die?” asked Abigail in a low voice.
Samir sighed. That was when it all started. Abigail had been young and in the prime of her health. She lay next to him in bed one night and never woke up the next morning. She died of a cardiac arrest. It made no sense. She was healthy and young. There was no explanation. He could not accept it. “It was sudden,” said Samir in a whisper.
“What was?” asked Abigail.
Samir went towards Abigail and ran his hand over her cheeks. Abigail had been the love of his life. He believed that life without her was meaningless. He decided to put everything he had learned to good use. “Your death,” he said, taking a deep breath. It was the worst thing he had to go through.
After the grief had passed, the scientist in him woke up. He could not accept that Abigail had been taken away from him. He had to do something. His work suddenly felt like destiny. There were several complications involved. He had to clone her, accelerate growth to match her age, re-engineer her memories and perhaps even pray for all of it to work. It seemed improbable, even for him. He had to play God and he had one chance to do it right.
It was going to be a challenge of the highest order. He was going to challenge his maker. There was one thing that his maker knew too well. Samir was never one to back down from a challenge. He had done it but he could not recreate the magic of the original. He had failed and now, he was stuck with his failure. He could not leave her now, not like this. This was a shadow of her memory but it was still the closest thing he had to her.
The day was extremely bright
She shone like the sunlight
Sipping water, she licked her lips
I stuttered. Oh, dear God! I have the yips
She had a perfectly shaped nose
All I wanted was to click her pose
I could see my image in her eyes
I felt like I was standing on thin ice
She saw me and I saw her frown
She was still as pretty as the moon
I tried to smile but screwed up badly
She smiled and my heart beat madly
She waved at me and I waved back
Her mother took her in her arms and walked away
She was just a baby but she was BEYOND CUTE!
Circle of Life
(This is based on my short-story with the same title. I hope you enjoy it)
Once, in a dense wood
A rock split a vast river
Looking like a throne
A frog sat on it
I am king! Croaked the frog
Gobbling a tiny bug
A sharp pain hit him
When a snake swallowed him whole
Some king! The snake scoffed
He felt a sharp pain
A falcon took him, smiling
She was the true king
A hunter took aim
The animals were silly
God smiled, ending his fate
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A Realistic Dream
(I've recently signed up with a literary agent so this could actually happen to me. Like most of my writing, this will be close to reality)
As a child, most of my aspirations were limited to chocolates, action-figures, sports equipment and food. I still am that person but I now have a few more goals. As I grew older, my father made me wiser (a bit). I now have a set of goals which include
- financial stability
- a writing career
- funding my travel and
- working on causes I believe in
I promised myself that my first paycheck would be split into five parts. Two years into the journey, nothing has changed.
Firstly, I'd have to treat my friends and family who have been supportive of my writing. The first part of this unexpected windfall would do that. I'd take them to a restaurant or take them on a trip (two birds with one stone) depending on the check. It could be anything between a meal at our favourite restaurant to a week in Bali.
The second part would involve adding some money to my savings. I'm a person with a background in finance. It would be very unlike me if I did not have savings on my mind. I have a diversified portfolio and I'd add money to this portfolio in my preferred proportions.
A writing career is my passion. While I love interacting with people and fans (I hope so), I'm not the best when it comes to marketing. I will set aside some money for a PR agency to help me build my presence as a writer. Who knows? If I can live from what I write, my passion and my profession would be the same. Isn't that a dream?
I love to travel. I travel once every quarter (at the least). I travel solo, with friends and with family with equal happiness. There have been a few trips that I have been postponing due to financial reasons. This would be the time to revisit the best of those plans.
Finally, I'm a person who loves to help people. I looked at a lot of causes and there were only two that resonated with me. 'Education for All' and 'Clean Environments'. I focused on the first. On October 18th 2021, I started the VK Scholarship (DEEPAM Venkatachalam - Kalyani Scholarship). I'd like to develop this and fund the education of a minimum of a hundred kids from underprivileged backgrounds.
I was once told that life doesn't wait for us. We need to try making every moment count. In every moment in my life now, I am working on all my dreams. That has made me one of the happiest people I know. This check for my writing, would help me do it better. Let me keep hoping.
(Thanks for setting up this topic. I don't know if I will win but was fun to write what was on my mind)