Bruised Memories…

Due to technical problems with WordPress I could not press entries yesterday… So 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 froze…It was invariably the same face only with a few wrinkles on it.. They were the same eyes that had haunted her for so many years..She immediately turned her away her face to escape the vision of those dreadful eyes. She felt sick at the pit of her stomach.
She closed her eyes. Old memories flooded her mind and nauseated her.Her mind raced back to the old campus,the first few days of her college life.
Freshly out of school Liz was quite excited about being a grown up college girl now.Life seemed so beautiful and fancy free with the friends around.
And then it happened. .Something that she had been longing for all her life till now.She had read about it in novels,seen it in movies,but the feeling,she felt it on that beautiful afternoon  when her eyes met his.There he was on the corner table of the college canteen.And she could feel the “funny thing” happeneing at stomach that she used to read about in books.
She was too shy to share it with any of her friends but her best friend Jenny could make it out frm her eyes.
“Hey, I guess u already have a girly crush on him”
“Nothing like that”Liz  blushed
Liz had always been the innocent shy types since childhood.She was a dreamer who was always lost in dreams of her Prince Charming who she believed would someday appear in front of hers,take his hands on hers and drift her to the magical world of love.
“Come on Liz,Im ur best frnd. You can tell me” Jenny said.
“Who is he?”
“Oh thas Jacob…an intern”.
“I was just wondering why is he alone all the time,nithong else”Liz gavea shy smile.
“May be hes one of thoses unfriendly uncool types…come on we’r getting late for class.”
That night Liz dreamt of those dark brown eyes.They were radiating all the passion, all the love form them.They  were brimming with dreams.
She kept eyeing him secrtetly every day but never did she have the courage to bring the slightest signs of emotions on her face.
That afternoon Liz was sitting alone in the library.
“Hi” … an unfamilier voice interrupted her concentration.
Her heart skipped a beat when she looked up to see those deep dark brown eyes.
“Hi..i”,she stammered
“Do you mind if I sit?”
Liz was running short of words.She just gave a wry smile.
She doesnot know how the next few hours or as a matter of fact the next few days passed.She had never been so happy in her life.
The long after college hours spent in the nearby coffee shop were like magic.
( 2 wks later)
.It was a cold winter afternoon.They were sitting leisurly in the ususal coffee shop.
“Tommorow is the alst day of my internship Liz. I wll have to fly ovrseas after that for higher studies.” Jacob sighed.
” I know”. Liz frowned.
“I have arranged for something special today evening for u and me”.
” Oh iwhat is it” Liz griined.
“Thats a surprize. For that you ahve to come to my apartment.”
“your apartment?” Liz hesitated.She wasnt sure if that was a very good idea. Afterall it ahd just been 2 weeks.But then she trusted him.He was the guy from her dreams
That evening Liz wore one of her prettiest dresses.That was the last evening with Jacob begore he would come back for her and she wanted it to be really special.
The door was opened by Jacob himself.
“Welcome Liz”,he griined and led her inside where two other guys were sitting leisuresly.
“They are my pals.They wanted to meet you so I called them over.”
Liz felt a pang of anger.Jacob had never mentioned any friends for the evening.She decided to linger on for a few uneasy minutes and leave.
“Make yourself comfortable Liz,”one of them smiled offering her a glass of wine.
“I dont drinked” Liz replied politely.
“‘Oh come on Liz ,be a sport”,Jacob said.
Liz looked up at him surprizingly.He knew what kind og a girl she was,still how could he say this?
“Im sorry,I just remembered I have some work.Ive gotta go.”Liz stood up
“Hey whats the hurry?” one of them held her hands from behind. A chill ran down her spine.She freed her hands with a jerk and hurrried towards the door..
“Whats the hurry sweetheart”,Jacob crossed her path..”the evening had just begun”.
She looked at the dark brown eyes to find not love, but a cruel animalism,hunger and greed.
All she remembered about her last few minutes of consciousness was the excruciating pain inside her,faces of three insatiated beasts on top of her,a terrible heartache and thoses sharp dark brown eyes piercing through her soul ripping apart her dream and shattering her fairyland.
Her thoughts were broken by the sudden landing of the aircraft.She opened her eyes to feel her heart pounding like a horse.
Right behind here,lost in his own sweet world was th man who had killed the timid,innocent dreamer and was responsible for what she was today..a cold blooded executive of a multinational company carring a bruised heart and a sieved mind inside.
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Life – Lost and Found!!!

Here’s another 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…


And she was instantly transported to the warm, humid evening of 18 years ago. She was 12 years old and had gone to the Bahamas with her parents. To enjoy. To relish the fun and frolic. In one of the umpteen evening cookouts, she went out to an open air cooking restaurant with live music and luau wearing waiters and waitresses passing the freshly grilled food.

The entire evening was suffused with the sweet smells of roasted beef, sweet apples, musky smell of freshly brewed beer and the ever fresh fragrance of night lilies. She has had enough of this entire adult “fun”. All she wanted was someone of her own age. So she went for a little stroll around the restaurant, with people generally goofing around.

But she was also liking how everyone was in high spirits and how the surroundings themselves were uplifting the souls; how she was liking the gentle reassuring presence of hundreds of people around themselves with no particular hurry to get things done, quiet unlike the hectic NewYork lifestyle that she was used to. It was like discovering a new side of herself, and she relished it.

And then she came across a birthday party. A lot of boys and girls having fun and she decided to join in. at her age, usually girls dance together because the boys are too shy to ask them. And then she saw him. He was 13, 14 at max with fair olive skin, dark hair and deep see green eyes. And she could not keep her eyes off him. And he saw her too. He, then, asked her to dance, and so they had the first dance and then the second and then many more to follow. And then they started to talk, And you know what it is when you like someone, you know it at once; well, she liked him a lot.

And then they kissed, for the first time and she fell in love with him just for that, for the simple, untainted way in which they touched the lips.

And then, all of a sudden, all that she was missing came back to her. In that cramped plane with her LV bag falling over her neighbour; her feet still aching in the Jimmy Choo stilettos.

And she thought that maybe she should request the air hostess to get the seats interchanged. But then the moment passed and she started to plan out her vacation.

Hate to love you

Here’s the 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…

That face that had haunted her all these years…an image from an old worn-out photograph that she had carried around in her heart. All these years, she had been waiting for yet dreading this day. She still didn’t know if she’d ever muster up the courage to say those words to him. Her eyes welled up with tears without any explanation. Dabbing her eyes with a tissue she quickly regained her composure and risked a glance again on pretext of looking for the air-hostess.

Those dark eyes, that square jaw and the kind smile were still the same. Yes, a few wrinkles here and there but there was no mistake-it was him. She had imagined this scene in her teenage years, rehearsed what she would say and what would happen. She had spent hours in front of the mirror in nervous excitement practicing and rephrasing what she would say when she met him. She’d hated every part of her that wanted to love him but couldn’t help it. The Kathak recitals, the piano lessons, the basketball matches-all came back to her.

Her monologue froze midway when he suddenly looked up at her. She felt like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar and smiled at him blushing furiously and he gave her a confused smile back.  Was it her imagination or was there a fleeting hint of recognition on his face? But he went back to his Autocar and she leaned back and took a large swig of water and took a deep breath. It was now or never.

She turned again. “Pardon me if I’m wrong but are you Mr. Bryan D’Souza?”

He looked up blinking and removed his headphones and said, “I’m sorry I did not hear you. Could you repeat the question?”

“Mr. Bryan D’Souza?”

“I think you mistook me for someone else. I’m Shrey.”

Sorry! I’m Liz. You looked a lot like an uncle of mine! I’m really sorry!”

“That’s okay. So I look that old eh?” he grinned, “It’s always nice to meet a fellow Indian here. You live in Sydney too?”

“No, I’m on vacation. I moved to Hong Kong two years back, before that I was in Delhi. “

“Hmmmmm…How I miss that city! The clean air and the fresh food stifle me in Sydney! I last went to Delhi five years back. A week there was like oxygen! I missed the chaat, the yum kababs and the DTC buses!” he remarked smiling.

And they talked – about the weather, Sydney, India, Indian food, cars, traffic in Delhi, her job, her crummy boss (he used to have one too!), music, movies…it went on and on! They got on like a house on fire! He loved Audi too and shared her opinion that Federer was a pain in the ass for winning all the time! It was like they had been destined to meet. As the flight prepared to land there was a knot in her stomach. The words remained unsaid. She had said everything but what she had actually wanted to.

Sydney arrived and as he waved and walked out of the airport, she stood there looking at him. The words came out in a whisper, “Hi dad.”

They came too late. Genetic maybe.

That face that had haunted her all these years…an image from an old worn-out photograph that she had carried around in her heart. All these years, she had been waiting for yet dreading this day. She still didn’t know if she’d ever muster up the courage to say those words to him. Her eyes welled up with tears without any explanation. Dabbing her eyes with a tissue she quickly regained her composure and risked a glance again on pretext of looking for the air-hostess.



Those dark eyes, that square jaw and the kind smile were still the same. Yes, a few wrinkles here and there but there was no mistake-it was him. She had imagined this scene in her teenage years, rehearsed what she would say and what would happen. She had spent hours in front of the mirror in nervous excitement practicing and rephrasing what she would say when she met him. She’d hated every part of her that wanted to love him but couldn’t help it. The Kathak recitals, the piano lessons, the basketball matches-all came back to her.



Her monologue froze midway when he suddenly looked up at her. She felt like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar and smiled at him blushing furiously and he gave her a confused smile back.  Was it her imagination or was there a fleeting hint of recognition on his face? But he went back to his Autocar and she leaned back and took a large swig of water and took a deep breath. It was now or never.



She turned again. “Pardon me if I’m wrong but are you Mr. Bryan D’Souza?”



He looked up blinking and removed his headphones and said, “I’m sorry I did not hear you. Could you repeat the question?”



“Mr. Bryan D’Souza?”



“I think you mistook me for someone else. I’m Shrey.”



Sorry! I’m Liz. You looked a lot like an uncle of mine! I’m really sorry!”



“That’s okay. So I look that old eh?” he grinned, “It’s always nice to meet a fellow Indian here. You live in Sydney too?”



“No, I’m on vacation. I moved to Hong Kong two years back, before that I was in Delhi. “



“Hmmmmm…How I miss that city! The clean air and the fresh food stifle me in Sydney! I last went to Delhi five years back. A week there was like oxygen! I missed the chaat, the yum kababs and the DTC buses!” he remarked smiling.



And they talked – about the weather, Sydney, India, Indian food, cars, traffic in Delhi, her job, her crummy boss (he used to have one too!), music, movies…it went on and on! They got on like a house on fire! He loved Audi too and shared her opinion that Federer was a pain in the ass for winning all the time! It was like they had been destined to meet. As the flight prepared to land there was a knot in her stomach. The words remained unsaid. She had said everything but what she had actually wanted to.

Sydney arrived and as he waved and walked out of the airport, she stood there looking at him. The words came out in a whisper, “Hi dad. “



They came too late. Genetic maybe.