It was 3.30 pm. There is no trace of Anagha. She had always been on time ever since the Comfort Caffe opened near her office. There were many customers sipping coffee and chatting incessantly with their friends or partners. But there was one girl who sat alone, wearing black jeans shirt or and a light blue blouse, with her head bent, constantly looking at her watch. When the waiter came in to take orders, she ordered a strong coffee and ice cold water. Her eyes were sunk by the amount of her sorrow she has been carrying along. Her face was colourless (pallid) either because she had been sick or she had been crying for a long time, probably a week or more than that. She looked around and saw many people leaving the caffe with ease (comfort), but there was no sign of her friend. She looked at her mobile to see if there were any messages or calls but there were none. By then waiter came with coffee along with a cup of ice cold water. She immediately gulped whole cup of the water leaving just the ice cubes in glass and placed it on the table with a sigh. Then she took the ice cubes and rolled them on her reddish and misty eyes and wiped the places around the area of her eyes with the napkin. She seemed like she was in a hurry.
Then the door opened with a sound and a girl walked in straight to the table and said, “ I am so sorry, Spandana, I stood you up for a long time. How are you doing?’’
‘’That’s perfectly okay. Moreover I called you this afternoon to ask you to meet up with me. I am glad that you agreed. I should thank you for that. How are you doing?’’
“Anything for you dear. I am doing fine. Is this place too far from your place?”
“It’s like the other end of the globe. It took me an hour to reach here. You know Bangalore...
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...e middle of the road at Vijayanagar. So her bus got stranded there for an hour. During that time Spandana who wa waiting for Anagha, started a conversation with the guy who was sitting and anxiously waiting for someone too because it was getting late to go for his work. The conversation she started just for time pass, turned out to be more than that. He told her about the job, his likes dislikes and she the vice versa. They became friends soon due to their commonalities, they exchanged phone numbers, chatted for hours and in a month they became close friends. And in two months they were in love or started dating each other. After the Masters, she worked for a year and they got married. Then they She wished many a times she would have loved the person like him. He was so kind and down to earth. And seeing them happy together always made her a kind of good jealous.
This young lady was left distract, and broken by a whirlpool love affair. The story takes us into the mind of someone who is in an intents battle with their conscience. As she is stuck in Lagos traffic there is a women fitting in her mind to be her lover’s wife intensely steering at her. This takes her into the fear of guilt and the fear of being confronted. The story goes on in full details of their affair from the first time they meant at her place of employment to her moving into one of his houses. The man in the story is complexed, successful and handsome, one any young women could easily fall for. Toward her he was very affectionate, caring, and saw to it she was is need of nothing. He also not intentionally I believe showed here is heart truly reside and that was with his wife. As the story goes on this young lady start to realize a few things, like the fact that he never spoke about his wife or that whenever she called he went to another room. Also they only dine at one local restaurant where the staff never greeted her and there was also an incident were his personal driver showed her little to no respect with no discipline from her lover. With all of this she realized what she really was to him and that was a space holder, someone to have while away from his wife. Once going through his phone she found conversations between him and his wife where he used the same joke they
“How are you today and how do you feel since our last session? What went well?
I looked around at everyone in the room and saw the sorrow in their eyes. My eyes first fell on my grandmother, usually the beacon of strength in our family. My grandmother looked as if she had been crying for a very long period of time. Her face looked more wrinkled than before underneath the wild, white hair atop her head. The face of this once youthful person now looked like a grape that had been dried in the sun to become a raisin. Her hair looked like it had not been brushed since the previous day as if created from high wispy clouds on a bright sunny day.
Siddhartha: Yes, I’m pretty sure we last saw each other sometime around then when I was a Brahmin’s Son. Time sure does fly! I was kind of dating a young lady named Kamala. Our relationship came to a close a...
This story is a great representation of how relationships have changed over the years. Weather its the female dominance or the relationships are given up. Shoba and Shukumar are great examples of this phenomenon. This couple can be related to a typical American relationship. Jhumpa Lahiri does a good job of detailing this failure of a relationship and explains how this couple breaks apart.
I sit in the waiting room of the local hospital, clutching my hands in a fist. There are a lot of people even at this late of an hour all shuffling about, going up to the receptionists’ desk with scowls on their faces. They speak in harsh words and point at the clock. It seems like I’m the only calm one in a state of confusion, but I’m too scared to get up or do anything. My spine grinds against the back of the chair as I shift position so I’m hunched over. My hands are white and shaking, and my throat is parched but I gulp anyway as a lady comes up to me. I see only her sneakers and don’t meet her eyes.
Heer & Ranjha is the utmost legendary true love story of the South Asian olden times. Comparable to Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet it states a story of two lovers “Heer” & “Ranjah”; whose families were in conflict with one another and became unglued for many years. Heer is extremely beautiful woman of a wealthy father named “Chuchak.”; Ranjha was the youngest brothers, all of which were married excluding him. In his teens he fined work in a near village where he found Chuchak who presented him a job to take care of his cattle. Heer became impressed by the way Ranjha played the flute and she fell in love with him. They meet each other secretly for many years until they were trapped by her parents and set up who Dido really was. Heer married contrary
I loved seeing the hope and enthusiasm she had in her eyes. The lady with a black hood kept arranging her work to the perfection. It was the flower lady. She was selling all kind of plants on our high street every day. Not many people were passing by in that weather, but she gave the biggest smile to those who did. The most powerful bosses, running successful projects, could learn from her. She was honest, and even with the horrible weather, she was making a lot of money. As if she went under your skin and turned the windiest and rainiest day into something totally different. She just simply knew, how to run her business. She just simply knew, the honest recipe for the right attitude. On the bus stop, was standing a young mum with a little boy in a pram. The rain cover blocked his view and he was screaming, but his mum was peacefully inhaling the grey smell into her lungs and didn’t make a move. She was looking into a paddle. Not even the reflection, made her put the cigarette down. The boy wasn’t screaming because his view was blocked. He was screaming because the grey smell sneaked under the rain cover and he was trying to get some fresh air. She joined us on board through the back door. I was sitting just two steps away. The boy was looking at me as if he was asking for help. He could be around two years old. Another lady, maybe Italian speaking, was sitting on the bus with us. She was on the phone and I didn’t need to speak the language to understand that she was upset. She was crying and repeating the same words all over again. I was thinking about my marriage. Every time before the driver shut the door, I wanted to get off the bus and run away. Naive as always. I thought that running would sort out everything. But I was on my way to meet Mike and I was already late. The traffic lights kept us on hold every couple of meters. The high street was too busy and it was still a long way to
Lori asked what happened, as we checked out, the concierge was too shaken by the turn of events to answer, he just said "thank you, we're terribly sorry about the condition of our lobby, but please come again". And we walked to the car. Femora looked at me and began to talk, but before she could say anything I told her I believed her and was sorry I ever doubted her. She added "And what else"?
“There's no problem kids, it is a pleasure to have you here, it has been a long time without having a visit. Let me show you the city.” Ahau Kin said kindly.
We are taken through a journey as we learn of an Old man who sits at a cafe alone at night. The Old man is deaf, and had recently tried to commit suicide although he is a pleasant customer; the two waiters must watch him to ensure that he doesn't get too drunk, because he will leave without paying. As the two waiters in the cafe play close attention to the Old man the Younger waiter is clearly upset because the Old man will most likely be staying all night, and he is anxious to go home and see his wife. The Younger waiter wonders why it is that the Old man tried to kill himself and says to the deaf Old man that he should have killed himself last week, but the Old man simply asks for more brandy. After going back to the table where the two waiters had been sitting together, he asks the Older waiter why the Old man tried to kill himself. However, the Older waiter was not certain and replied by stating that it was because of despair and that he tried to hang himself and was found and cut down by his niece.
Imagine a young girl; the harsh African sun is kissing her bronzed skin. The warm golden sand tickles her petite and tattered feet. The immense gold earrings she wears beats against her slender neck. Her stature is of a queen, yet she walks to an uncertain death. She stands in front of a small hut, or a tent. She glances back and sees the majestic sun that had once kissed her neck now set and somewhat leave her abandoned. She exists alone in front of that diminutive hut or tent and out comes a man. He is exhausted and is ready to go home to his companion and his supper. He looks a bit annoyed that she has come so late. His hands are stained with a ruby tint and his clothes the same. He motions the young girl in. Hesitantly, she makes small and meager steps to the entranceway. She steps into a minute room with little or no lighting. She stares upon two women and a rusty table that holds the screams of the girls that went before her. The man motions her to sit in the table. She slowly places her body on the stained and rusty table. She is a bit afraid that the table will not hold under her weight; nevertheless, she is held up. The man places his cold and clammy hands on her collarbone and pushes her back to the table. As she lies there she looks to her left and sees his instruments; a bloody and rusty razor blade.
So, she came and I hugged her! The first time..We felt something strange that we didn't want to say to each other.I then asked her if she would like to go with me to Pune for 3-4 days.She said yes! I was delighted.So, we packed our bags and went to pune.We spend great time over there.But in night,when we were drunk.I told her about my past life..The deaths,the past love and everything.
So goes this story and tells us how the poor Rukumani suffers to hide her love from her parents, how she suffers to get away from the arranged marriage her parents are planning for her, how she suffers without seeing her lover Devanayagam and worst of all what happens when she finally tells her parents about her love.
I couldn’t believe that I started missing as she said her plan to visit Coimbatore on the 6th morning when I met her for breakfast. She was in my right and Bay of Bengal on my left, the coffee mug was a ring on my finger for moments and we where calm. We ignore the world around or it simply pales away when you are with the one, I have experience that around her. Moments later I was in my car thinking will we...