Ok. So this Friday, I am actually going to do something I never thought I would do ever. On the blog, I mean. Ok-ok, before you over anticipate or get scandalised, it is not anything big. Ok, it is. Basically, this Friday I give you one of the three pieces of fiction I have ever written. This was the third, and I had published it on another secret blog to generally check out people’s reactions. Eerily enough, this I did exactly one year ago. Ok, one year and one day. So presenting to you, the first time ever on Forever in blue jeans. (Oh, and before I forget, please be kind!)
Hey there. I hope you’re doing just fine. I am sure you are actually. I am fine as well.
He was fine. That was exactly what he was infact. Nothing more, nothing less.
Everything is just as you had left it. It rained heavily today though, and the entire road is clogged. But it’s ok, the kids are forever sailing their paper boats. Like how we would always sit at our doorsteps and race our soggy little boats? Such fun! You remember right? Ofcourse you do! You always took the biggers ones from me, Bully!
There was a slight drizzle, but he kept his window down. His car was speeding down the tar road that would lead into the town, and probably branch into several other roads which would pass from infront of their houses. The road was almost empty. The speedometer was touching the 100 kmph mark. Out of nowhere, a couple of bikes zoomed past him and disappeared into the horizon. He could hardly recognize the place anymore.
Just yesterday, I was walking towards the market at about 7 in the evening, and I realised how dark it was. No one had turned on their lanterns yet. But when I looked up at the sky, it was bewitching! I am serious. You would have never seen a blacker sky, and the stars were looking so bright, that in a few moments the whole town looked completely lit up! It was amazing. Remember when we used to sit on your roof top in the night and stare at the sky, and try to guess which ones were stars and which planets? It reminded me of that. If you had been there, we could have done that yesterday!
It was 9 in the night. He put his head out of the window and looked up at the sky. It was a smokey grey, with wires from the electric poles lining the streets criss-crossing over his head. The lights from the town reflected and tinted the sky orange. And where in the world were all the stars? He squinted to find at least one. Ah! There was one! He smiled. The star was moving, and what was this, it was yellow? Oh God, that was just an airplane. He felt totally lost.
And everything is so green!! The rains were quiet unexpected actually. Ashu was saying his dad is really worried that the mangoes will fall off before hand and not ripen enough. I was thinking, that if you had been here as well, we could all go and pick up the raw ones at least. Yum! Thinking about them makes my mouth water! I was telling Papa to buy a mango farm. There are so many near the water tank, on the right side? Imagine if we do! We don’t have to sneak around in others’ farms anymore! He asked me to plant a tree for myself if I was so keen! Such a spoilsport he is! Do you get mangoes there?
They were almost reaching the town. A huge concrete water tank rose some meters ahead on their right. Small shopping complexes, apartments, offices lined the area surrounding it, and as far as he could see. “Sa’ab, yahaan se kahaan?”. He was jolted out of his thoughts by his driver, who had been quiet till now. “Bas seedha, aur pehla right. Teesra ghar wahaan.” Hopefully, he thought. Nothing seemed to be where it was.
Quite frankly, I miss you. Nothing is the same without you around you know. I have others of course, but no one is like you. We were so similar! Perfect for each other. But you had to leave. And I am happy for you, I really am. And I hope you get what you want. But come back soon. I know, I know, it’s just a month since you left, but it feels so long!
Twelve years had passed and it all looked so unfamiliar to him. The car stopped as per the instructions. The third house after a right turn. In place of the small white house he remembered, stood a two floored concrete house. A tall mango tree stood inside the compound. He got off the car and stood looking at it. It reached the balcony on the first floor.
But whenever you decide to return, just remember that I would be waiting for you. Right where I was when you left.
“Just in time to try out its awesome fruit, better than anything we’ve ever had.” His heart skipped a beat, and he turned towards the gate. There she stood smiling. Just as she had promised. He smiled back, relieved.
Nothing had changed.