And then…another U turn to complete the circle!!

Make way for our next entry to the ‘And then…’ contest. Just reminding, I am not disclosing the author‘s name now so that we can have a fair voting. The write-ups would be posted in the order I receive them… Here are the rules & hints and here is The Scene…


She was transformed into a painfully sweet similar scene…was Fate playing with her??

Three years back, Liz was travelling to India for an ad campaign. Arun, dressed in red shirt and blue denim, sat next to her. He was reading the latest issue of ‘Autocar’ and had head phones plugged in. Their eyes met and it was love at first sight for both of them.

Arun was a business tycoon and Liz, a struggling director from Hong Kong. They hit it off instantly. There couldn’t have been a more fairytale romance…

Her trip to India was like a whirlwind. Even before she could dream, she was getting married to her prince charming. He showered her with all the love and comfort. Life was at its best. While arun was scaling great heights worldwide, she was doing better as a director. Soon, she was the youngest and the most successful director round the block.

However, at the same time, they were getting trapped in their own work cobwebs. They couldn’t find time for each other. The flowers, the candles, the sweet whisperings….all became things of the past.

Their marriage was going through a rough patch. Fights and arguments, shrills and cries became an indispensible part of the little time that they spent together.

It was then that Liz planned a vacation to Sydney. She wanted some time to herself, to rejuvenate and to come back afresh to file for divorce…

Her string of thoughts was broken by the epitome of love songs…”Nothings gonna change my love for you”…she came back to reality. As her eyes welled up with tears, she looked at arun who was looking back at her. He was dressed in red shirt and blue denims and looked as handsome as ever. She glanced at the ‘autocar’ issue in his hands…it was dated august 2007…

Arun had left no stone unturned to recreate the same magic and it had worked!!She felt like an idiot to think of divorce…”so r u ready for our second honeymoon?” Arun asked. Liz knew, despite several holidays in the last three years, this one will always be cherished. “Yes” is all what she could say.

They hugged, they kissed, they laughed and they cried…but this time, they were tears of joy. Life had taken another u turn and the circle was complete.

Moral: life is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans! 🙂

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Strangely famous, strangely familiar…

Make way for our fifth entry to the ‘And then…’ contest. Just reminding, I am not disclosing the author‘s name now so that we can have a fair voting. The write-ups would be posted in the order I receive them… Here are the rules & hints and here is The Scene…

She couldn’t believe it! After all these years of being incognito, she finally saw him here! He seemed to have ripened with age! It had been 15 years since she had last seen him. She wasn’t sure if he had ever seen her. Not to say that she hadn’t tried. She had dropped her pencil box like a million times in class, smiled coquettishly at him, tried to embellish her school uniform (stretching the limits of permissible in the bargain) in an effort to stand out of the crowd. For him. She could have batted her eyelids in Morse code, for all the attention he gave her. And now here he was. He was still effortlessly stylish, impeccably dressed and oh-so-handsome!

She opened her purse and rummaged through it for her face mirror. She opened it, checked her make up and then turned it a little sideways to catch a glimpse of him. He was chuckling away to glory, presumably watching a movie. The dimples! How had she forgotten about them? They seemed to have gotten deeper with years, and age seemed to have done him more good than evil. She saw his eyes flicker to her mirror and a frown formed on his face. “oh shit” did he see her? Now what was she to do?

She took a long deep breath, reminded herself that she was no longer a school girl, had one look at her impossibly packed appointment diary to boost her ego, and coaxed herself that she could handle it. She turned around, smiled her most confident smile, and tried her hand at some light hearted banter primarily to find out whether he remembered her

“hey there, anything good on the telly?” (wow, really what an opening line! I might as well have asked about the weather outside)

“um…not really. Just the usual, the weather report being the most interesting” he smiled a wry smile.

“not really a movie buff are you?” (strike one) 😦

“I do like movies, but I preferred it when movies were more than formula, dumb attempts at stilted conversations, and more about intelligent dialogues and meet cutes. (strike off strike one!!) 🙂 what about you?”

“Me too. They really don’t make them like Casablanca or Breakfast at Tiffany’s anymore”

“More’s  the pity”

“Any recent movies that caught your eye?”

“Not really. Are you travelling to Sydney for the film festival?”

“Yes actually. I’m a director

“wow! Really? Made anything I heard about?”

“if you’ve heard about ‘Pin the tail on the horse‘, then yes”

“Wow! You made that one? Wow! Saw that one with my wife, quite enjoyed it. I must say, you’re quite talented. I can’t believe I’m talking to Liz Preston! Pleasure to meet you!”

“Actually, the pleasure’s all mine. It has been a while.”

“I’m sorry have we met before. I have this feeling I’ve seen you before”

“Remember Liz Blair? The adenoidal girl in ninth grade?”

“Liz Blair? Wow! It really is you? You seem so different! Wow! You’re going on the list of my most prestigious alumni! Lizzie, is that you really? How many years has it been? How time flies!”

“Its been fifteen years!  And yes, time does fly!”

And then they lapsed into conversation trying to bridge the 15 year gap. Anyone who saw them talking could never have guessed that this student- teacher duo had barely spoken to each other while in their schooling years. Boy! Does fame make the world a kinder place or what! But don’t tell that to Liz Preston!