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2015-06-10T00:48:00.001-07:00

That Corn walk

I slowly opened my eyes to find myself nestled comfortably among the fluffy pillows and my favourite stuffed teddy. I have no sense of the time zone, I’m in. My hands automatically search for my life saver to place myself in some part of the reality. Unfortunately I am unable to feel the assuring shape of my mobile phone. I slowly start to panic realising that my sister is at home and there is every chance that she could have taken it. Not that I have anything to hide but a girl deserves some privacy. I never bother about her private life, I mean mostly I don’t. Maybe there was this one time when I tried to find her facebook password from browser cache. Also there was this another time when I had casually gone through the call logs when she handed me her phone in the trial room. But it doesn’t matter, I am her elder sister. I have got the rights. I am just looking out for her. And she doesn’t have that excuse. Apart from losing my phone now and then, I am quite a responsible person who can take care for her own personal life.

I hop out of the bed , ripping the blanket away from me.

THUD !!

“Oh Shit !”, I can hear myself exclaiming. I should have checked the blanket. I look down to see my phone lying with the display down on the floor. I can hear my heart beating, while I slowly bend to pick it up. My phone already had a crack on the screen and it will not survive another. I turn over the phone praying all the while, only to find that the crack has widened. I immediately check with the power button to see if it’s still in the working condition.

“Bingo!” , it works just right. I make myself a millionth oath to never drop my phone ever again and check for the time. It’s six in the evening and I have had two hours of blissful sleep after a long tiring day out in the sun. I look out of my bedroom window straight into the drizzle. The breeze feels refreshing and cool. From my window, I have a perfect view of a couple walking side by side on the pavement. I can see that the girl is biting into something she is holding in her hand. I try and get a closer view. It’s corn. And if it was any other day I would have been contemplating a thousand things like how she is lucky enough to find someone good looking and sweet like him, or how she is struggling in her two inch heels, falling now and then, or how her pant is too loose to be a gathering, or how her hair is still in a perfect ponytail in spite of the rain. But right now all I can think about

is the corn. And as if on the cue, my stomach gives a low grumble voicing out that I am ravenous. Out of impulse, I decide that a corn would be perfect for this climate. I get ready and head out with a purple umbrella and my purse. I had shoved phone into my purse. I start walking down the path away from home into the blissful depth of rain. After covering a very short distance, I realise that my hair could still get wet from the raindrops that slide down the canvas of the umbrella straight into the tips of my hair, as if they are on slides of water pools in the amusement park. Now, that’s a bad thing because my hair just frizzes out when it gets wet and that is every girl’s nightmare.

So I stop near a building, and wrap the dupatta right around my head covering as much as hair as possible. I adjust it once or twice until I am satisfied. Then I pick up the umbrella and start walking again. When I walk over the speed breaker to make my way into the main road, I accidently step on something slippery.

“Shit !” and that is what it is. I bitterly blame my luck under my breath and start walking again. I can see that the road is covered with puddles of water. That’s when I get a perfect idea. I keep up my casual pretence and carefully step right into the stagnated water. I make sure to give a revolted expression as if it is an accident. This is mainly because the girls from respectful families don’t just step in the dirty rain water. It’s considered to be an utter carelessness and dirty water here also being the literary representation of the dark nature of human sins.

I smile to myself, now that my slippers are cleaned off the cow dung without anyone actually noticing. This is what life is about, isn’t it? ,all these small victories, little secrets and funny pretences.

Now, I need to cross the road to reach that part, where the shops are located. But the traffic is at its peak. I am surrounded by a lot of people waiting to cross the road. As we wait there, it starts to rain heavier. I turn to my left to see a group of pedestrians near the zebra crossing. The members of the group, they don’t seem to be related. There is this respectful old couple, a trio of teenagers, a tired mom with two kids huddling close to her, a smartly dressed salesperson who is using his briefcase to cover his head, slightly spoiling his attractive appearance and finally a young girl who must be going home after a long day at the college. They are all desperate to cross the road and keep trying to move forward. There is nothing special about this particular group except one thing. I am surprised to see that they are all looking out for each other. When the kids tried to run into the traffic, the old man held them back and when he staggered in the process of grabbing the kids, the sales guy caught and steadied him and when he dropped the briefcase in his hurry to support the old man, the girl picked it up for him. It felt good to see that, people helping out each other outside the media and the cameras.

But, deep inside I know one thing for sure, if it was a normal day, none of this would have happened. Everyone of us would have been immersed in our electronic gadgets chatting the wait away. Maybe, this is rain uniting us all in its own splendid way. I slowly walk over and join that group and after a few minutes we all go our separate ways to our different destinations or maybe even destinies.

The pavements and public transports are more crowded than ever. The street vendors are having their dream come true. The essence of rain is seasoned by the exotic smells of roadside food. As I cross over a boutique shop, I find a single rose poking over the shop’s window. The rose seems to be made out of a unique rich red velvet. It is beautiful, and like a child’s smile, it is innocently beautiful. I have this urge to get a closer look. I peek into the window to find a little water droplet nestling on the rose’s petal, both perfectly complimenting each other like a cute couple. I grudgingly tear my eyes away from the rose only to look straight into clock right across me. It is showing half past seven. My curfew begins at 8.I have only half an hour left. I literally run along the sidewalk into vegetable shop. I hurry past everyone trying to find the corn. But there seems to be some kind of a mis-placement. The corn is not in its usual place.

With a sinking heart, I walk over to the billing counter to verify the whereabouts of the corn. In the back of my mind, I am reminded of a kid who had dropped his favourite lollipop without getting to taste its delicious flavor. I feel that kind of a great disappointment. And that is when I see them, perfectly arranged delicious yellow wonders. The euphoria of finding them nearly overwhelms me. But my mom’s call which seems to be coming from a land far less magical yet where she still perfectly fits into the role of the threatening godmother , pierces through my thought bubbles. I rush through the billing process and literally seize the package from the sales guy. I come out of the shop and find that it is no longer raining and that I don’t need my umbrella anymore.

I start walking along the roadside, casually glancing around. Somehow every nook and corner looks different now, more dark and dangerous without the comforting sound of the raindrops accompanying me. Every thing is back to normal. Even my magical rose seems to have lost its lustre. The very air I breathe in is stuffy without the perfect blend of the rain. It looks as though the rain has taken all the magic away from this realm to another. I reach the zebra crossing and look around to find people engaged in their own business. There are no more smiles, no more attempts at friendly conversations now that the electronic Johnys have come out to play after sending the rain away to come again another day. I can’t help but feel a resentment that the rain didn’t last longer. I make my way back home feeling far less enthusiastic and lonely. The sky is empty, just an infinite stretch of grey canvas. There are a very few stars here and there probably guarding the reminder of them who must be mourning the departure of our rain.

I habitually change the package from my right hand to left. The weight of the corn and reddish blotches formed on my right hand palm draw back my attention back to the mission of my walk. As I fondly look at the package imagining the hot steamy taste of it on my tongue, I suddenly realise something very important. Maybe the rain didn’t take all the magic away. It has left me something I badly wanted, to remember it by. I bet it has left behind something for every one else too. Pleasured by that thought, I add a little more josh to my steps as I trod along the stony path to the have my mouthwatering date in the Summer’s lonely raining night.

Prologue:A summer's Drizzle

2014-04-16T22:12:00.002-07:00

Prologue

Here i am,walking along the forlorn paths of the deserted grounds in the blazing heat of the sun.I can feel the blisters on my feet and for the first time in my life of 24 years,I am not stopping to fuzz over them.I feel lost and have no idea why I am here,pulled by some invisible force on the other end of this mountain path.I have never been a good writer,Software Engineers dont make good writers.Afterall,we are paid for our brains and not for our writing skills.But i had to record this feeling in some way,I had to even note the very small details ,like the presence of the essence of life in here.My jeans have gaping holes tinted with my blood that oozed from the scratches made by the pricking thorns.To my great surprise,it doesn't bother me.I feel free without the pressure of my job,without the heaviness of my handbag with all sorts of things to make me look immaculate. Today,I don't mind looking dirty,because,there are far more bigger problems which need my complete attention.But I just wish I could identify them.I miss something or someone..I am not sure !! and this feeling is frustrating,not knowing what I want anymore.Afterall,I ,Mrunalini Santhanam was always known for my perfect timing and decisiveness among my friends.Yes,I am pukka tamilian working in Infosys,partying in weekends and dozing late on monday mornings.That doesn't make me interesting,isn't it??...Mmm,I know !!!But there is something that you don't know, If you had felt this way about me even yesterday,I would have been furious.I would have rained curses on you, showing off my vocabulary of bad words,letting my friends to cool my temper off with a cold cappuccino from Star Bucks.Don't Worry,I am not that vain anymore.So it is okay if you call me uninteresting.Go on ,say it.Its high time to change anyway.To do something about life.I can feel the vibration of restless energy lurking just beneath my calm and little dirty exterior.I have this nagging feeling to tear my clothes off and let every ounce to control and pressure to float away with my clothes.I feel wild ,uncivilized in this place and I like it .We never grow up do we?? All we do is to learn how to act in public.And I don't wanna act anymore.This place,devoid of every watchful eye of society has brought out my untamed side.I want to shred all my inhibitions and become a part of this this free world,a part of the scorching sun,a part of the cracking mud path,a part of the rustling dried leaves and to become one with the uncontrollable nature.On the top of an old dried trunk of a tree,I see a lone crow which seems to be searching for some puddle of water to quench its thirst.Its not cawing anymore,probably like me,It just doesn't have any strength left to fight the world.Just like it needs some water to soothe its parched throat,I need some power to cleanse my soul and to give me a second chance.I may not be able to change my past, atleast I can make way for a different future."Clopp!!"... What was that?? "Clopp,Clopp,Clopp"!!!..What is that again?? I raise my face towards the sky slowly,spreading my hands,welcoming the change,leaving all my control behind."Clopp"!!,a beautiful raindrop fell on my left eyelash.I am closing my eyes savoring the feel of my freedom.Rain can be refreshing. Calming. Relaxing. It can bring joy. It makes the grass greener and the air fresher and the world lovelier.To me, rain sounds like a distant memory. It sounds like music. Like jazz – smooth jazz.It sounds like million heart beats. It sounds like a poem.And I begin to cry with the sky ,starting to sob my heart out,repenting for my mistakes,regretting for all i lost as a sacrifice to maintain the facade in the society and let the rain cleanse my soul.Standing here,in this way,I feel so beautiful,wildly beautiful and carefree.Because, Neither dazzling clothes nor tons of thousands worth cosmetics can make you look this pretty as it is done by a

"Summer's Drizzle"

2013-05-27T22:33:00.001-07:00

DEAR FRIENDS,

It has been a while since i wrote...I think its now time to begin again...I apologise for making you wait for such a long time..I think you all are aware of my current novel "AND THAT'S WHY ITS CALLED LOVE"..The first chapter of the novel has already been released in my blog..but due to certain unexplainable reasons..am not able to complete the novel now...but i assure you once my college life is over in SASTRA...I will definitely finish this novel...but in the mean time ,inorder to quench my thirst to give you a wonderful story ..I have decided to write a fiction..and again which would be a different love story...and well when i say different..better don't expect for a normal romance..this novel is going to be well a lot unique..!!!!

"A Summer's Drizzle"

-This is not just a love story..
its a li'l something more !!!

--Mithula Senthil !

Chapter 1:- What is love???

2012-11-29T18:38:00.002-08:00

What is love???

Laugh like you are three years old.Walk like you own the world. Love like there is nothing else left to do.Dance like you are the king.Kiss like you are the most beautiful creature. Sing like you have no opponents and finally Live like the world is gonna end the next moment…

I, Samyuktha Ganesh is one of those people who didn’t realize the danger of love and believed in the innocence of it.I am waiting for the that one guy who would sweep me off my feet .I’m not Pretty,infact not even close.But I have the next door girl feel and is one of those girls whom you pause by to give a second look ,not because of their appearance but because you just felt like glancing at them one more time.I always have an aura of happiness around me.I like to laugh.By laughing,what I really mean is that open hearted care free laughter ,not worrying about what people might think.And I don’t mean that very careful slightest twist of your mouth making sure that the lip gloss doesn’t get affected.But that’s what most of the girls do when they are asked to laugh.What they don’t realize is that Smile is the prettiest make up that can be ever worn by a girl.A smile makes you beautiful.It makes you feel like a princess.Special !!!

Apart from all these old beliefs,I am a normal college girl with a huge lot of friends.I like to have fun…a lot of fun.I always see the good in people and ignore the bad in them.And maybe because of that I seemed to manage to get myself into a gang of stupidest wonderful people who can be ever found on this Earth.Vats,Arun,Preethi,Aasha,Sai,Loki ,Ajay,Pavana and Sugi.I think we were deemed to be together .Maybe,that’s why we have the same mind set and craziest way of looking at things.If you ever get time to visit Sastra University and find a gang of people laughing their heads out about something stupid,then probably it would be us.To make sure its us,all you need to check is for a girl whose laughter is deafening and absolutely terrifying.If you can,it means you just spotted Preethi Sriram.She is a very close friend of mine and has the most interesting attitude ever.And you will definitely find her shouting at someone ,and that guy would be Sai,the funniest person in our gang.He is very good at heart and is capable of facing “anything” with a grin stretched on his face and that anything includes two angry girls wearing pin pointed heels.

And If you want to know who I am…all you need to do is to search for a girl who is carrying a charger,a laptop and few other materials and is talking to another guy wearing funny looking specs and is acting like he dwelling in another planet.The guy you will finding me talking ..hmm scolding will be a better word is Srivatsan.S.Iyer.I have never met anyone like him in my life before.He is the weirdest creature.He will be talking to you for an instant and the next instant you will be left all alone rattling.And he is so careless.He forgets his mobile,laptop,charger and only god knows what else.Apart from these,he is a nice companion to hang out with ,unless you do something that irritates him.Because,he knows a dictionary of bad words and Sai knows that better than anyone.

And if you see someone busily eating then that would be Arunkumar.He has lot of fans in Sastra for his well maintained gym body and only we know the secret behind-Hot Puris from our college canteen.Arun is a cool friend and is a very reserved type.He is very helpful and likes to show off a little bit.By showing off,what I mean is like shouting in front of a locked door and calling the non existing people out for a fight.I think you will get his character very clearly now.

And Loki is very easy to identify.If you see a guy with earphones pulled on and talking to a group of girls about stuffs like Skyfall,dance,novels ,computer and songs,no need to hesitate at all, it is definitely Loki .He is very different from all of us both in character and way of thinking .And he is fond of hindi.. I mean hindi as a language you know…!!!

So,these are my friends..our gang..!!!!

and now I’m very much pleased that by reading this ,now you can also be a part of my love story..sorry sorry sorry our love stories..!!!

Yes..Our love stories…!!!

Now,one final question..

What is love??

It’s the most hypothetical question ever asked.What is love?? What is love??Does anyone know the answer for this question?Do you??..Because I myself don’t know..nobody does and that’s why its called love .Its a mystery..that too a beautiful mystery.Mysteries are themselves very attractive.They pull you towards them and love is top on such mysteries list.It smiles at you like a small kid in the beginning.And then it can so painful ..so painful at the end that it leaves you suffocating.When there is no oxygen to breathe,now tell me,where is the possibility of a smile?

2012-11-24T19:52:00.003-08:00

‘‘AND THAT'S WHY ITS CALLED LOVE </3’’

Prologue

"There are four questions of value in life...

What is sacred?

What is spirit made of?

What is worth living for?

What is worth dying for?

And the answer for all these four questions is same and a single word...

LOve..!!!!

Love is like a book, you'll never know what chapter two is all about because all you will keep doing is re-reading chapter one.In love, there are some things we might never really get over. Sometimes the best thing we can do is just get through. But that's okay there's still a lot of beauty to find in the end of chapter one and that is what you need to expect in this book.This book will tell what falling in love truly is..!!!!

~~With~~
loads & loads of love,
-Mithula Senthil…!

2012-11-13T08:28:00.001-08:00

I think the blog now needs some re juvenation...i think i should start writing again..what do you people think??

"A Nightout With Chemistry"

2012-07-14T01:49:00.002-07:00

" Every single girl has made up her plans,
carefully polishing her manicured hands.
Fantasising with her dreams exciting and bright,
hey come on, afterall it's a saturday night.
Is it the black shoes?or is it the white suit,
that would match well with the girl smart and cute.
Putting on her flattering smile filled with mystery,
she is finally ready for her nightout with chemistry!
Getting on into her car,not waiting for her escort,
off she goes to her own date resort.
There he stands,tall and magnificent against the nighty sky,
her OWN CHEMISTRY LAB,making her heart fly high.
She slowly opened the door,with a few hesitations,
and silently peeked in,while her heart beat with expectations.
The clock ticked away,she found herself lost in that world,
she washed,heated and experimented while the contents swirled.
The foam flowed out and shyly touched her gloved hands,
like the waves do in beach sands.
She wiped it away and reutrned to her chemistry with josh and power,
and thus her nightout with chemistry lasted forever...!!! "

- MITHULA SENTHIL

STARS or THE MOON ?

2012-07-14T00:45:00.000-07:00

I think of you

and you remind me of stars..

do you know why??

because they shine in the sky and you do in my heart..!

I remember being a kid

trying to reach you my stars..

but never did i succeed..!

Now,am thriving to reach

you,my sweetheart..

but my efforts going unseen..!

I want to express something..

my dear love..

but i don't know why i end up..

telling it to the real stars everynight..!

Now see the tragedy..

they misunderstod me..

am in love with you..

and the stars are in love wih me...!

what am i supposed to do now?

should i cry because i have no courage to tell you?

or should i be excited that i finally got someone..

eventhough they are just stars and not the moon..!

But whatever i do...

i have only my stars to console me..!

--- Mithula Senthil