Little Miss Sunshine!!

A pinch of salt, a spoonful of sugar,a mixture of condiments,a dollop of cream... so are my stories, so are my dreams!

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

To love or not to Love!

"I hate her" he said and flung his school bag across the floor. His mom said "you shouldn’t say that sid, after all they r our neighbours now". "I don't care! That girl has made my life miserable....she tags along wherever I go, wants to sit right next to me....I have other friends too!!! Can u please change my school??" protested Sid. "No sid, they have just come from Delhi to Chennai. That girl does not even know the language. You should be helping her out", said mom with such finality that he couldn't muster up the courage to refute her.

In course of time she became his best friend, a guide, a teacher (For all of his subjects) and the only person who believed in his creative potential. She went on to study for law and he enrolled as a student in the National institute for Art and design. His parents’ dream was for him to become an engineer but she fought for him and convinced them.

His art work became the rage of the day and he went on to become a page-3 socialite, a household name, a man who made India proud in the field of Art. People came from all over the world waited in queues to own a piece of his art.

It was release of his 100th art exhibition, the world media was contemplating about the guest list as famous personalities from all over the world were rumored to attend it, The president of India was supposed to inaugurate the function. Amidst all this, he received this news from his mom "Neeta passed away due to heart attack!"

He rushed all the way to Chennai to see her face for one last time. As he knelt down beside her, the nurse gave him a small note which she said had been neeta's last wish.....The note read

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, age after age forever!

For the first time in his life he realized he was looking at the face of an angel. He remembered the way her eyes sparkled and lips parted so as to say "WOW", every time he showed her a piece of his art work. It had been his motivation to create something that would make her say that. He remembered that her favorite song was "Everything I do I do it for u", that she never wore high heels, that she was scared of a caterpillar, that she liked pizza more than noodles and that she had been his sole driving force...

All these trivial thoughts were whirling around his head and as he walked out of that ward his shoulders were drooping, his steps were slow, his face was sagged, he felt as though he had aged about 50 years. All at once he understood that he was all alone…he had lost his soul mate!!!

p.s: The quote "I seem to have..." is by Rabindranath Tagore


  • At May 9, 2007 at 12:55 AM , Blogger Nivi said...

    Its amazing how sometimes we dont realize the worth of something until we lose it..Its all about relishing and cherishing what we have.. rather than looking at it as a story i look at the idea behind it..wea lll have many neetas with us .. lets just realize their worth...

    awesome post!!! u are on a roll!!!

  • At May 9, 2007 at 4:26 AM , Blogger TechieFriends said...

    Nice Post.... i liked the way u started the story and it so true that we are missing so many people in life without realizing how worth they are to us.

    Gr8 post.... keep goin

  • At May 9, 2007 at 4:57 AM , Blogger vijay said...

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  • At May 9, 2007 at 6:49 AM , Blogger vijay said...

    I feel sad for him, for losing her.. I believe, she ll be living in every art piece he did..
    Every atom of his art will remind her.
    She ll stay in his Heart forever.

    Story was good, keep doing.... with more creativity...

  • At May 9, 2007 at 7:27 AM , Blogger Navien said...

    Hey very nice post!!!Creative!! It moved me so much!!

    Yeah its absolutely true that we fail to understand worth of others sometimes.We lose contact wid people who were so close to us due to some personal trivial reasons or so called lame reason "workin around the clock"..Ultimately no point in frettin or regrettin about it..Noone s flyin d coop but just tat he/she doesn't get to realise worth of someone when they r alive..

    Lets try not have neetas wid us:-)

    Great post!!!Keep them comin!!

  • At May 9, 2007 at 7:57 AM , Blogger Anu said...

    Thx u guys for reading n commenting(at gunpoint though!:-))

    "Lets try not have neetas wid us "!! why?????? i din understand what u mean by that..

  • At May 9, 2007 at 10:16 AM , Blogger Princess Banter said...

    That was beautiful -- incredibly touching. It goes to show that we must not take the people around us for granted :) Thanks for the gentle reminder...

  • At May 9, 2007 at 10:35 AM , Blogger ajaygroups said...

    Amazing.... Its so true that behind the success of every individual there is a guiding angel or a spirit who constantly peps up and pushes the person to achieve success. Its sad and yet true in most cases that such people never come across as being important until they move away from the scene. A person's true worth is known only in his/her absence and thats exactly wats the case here. Moral of the story:
    1. Never forget to thank people even for the smallest of helps.
    2. Anu does know to write a good blog!

  • At May 10, 2007 at 1:58 AM , Blogger BKa said...

    Toooooooooooooo Good An.... Awesome !!!

  • At May 10, 2007 at 3:29 AM , Blogger paddy said...

    His Muse had died, so now he has to form a relationship with the Muse inside: the ultimate alchemical wedding of opposites that (which is the corner stone the builders reject) we all long for whether we realise it or not- the marriage between ourselves and our own soul.Y:-) Paddy
    PS: Anu: quite a common name here in Finland

  • At May 12, 2007 at 11:36 AM , Blogger Sesh said...

    Hey Anu,

    Nice post.. cute story.. true dat ppl realize d worth of others on their bereavement.. but a simple 'Hi dude, How r u?', 'Miss u man', a short conversation amidst d mechanical n busy tides of time, chinna chinna meetings, or a silent and a contented glance or a smile.. Indha maadhiri chinna chinna sandhoshangal, periya niraivayum magizhchiyayum tharum!!!

    One thing i wud like to say, d story was cute, but d way their frndship grew n d likin towards each other got deepened was not given strong reason.. add up nice events to portray them in d next short story :)

  • At May 21, 2007 at 9:59 PM , Blogger Anu said...

    no u have misunderstood the story...the guy does not know anythin abt what the girl feels until he sees the note...

    only at that when moment he sees the note and her face after she is no more he realizes she has been his sole driving force


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