My 5th Anniversary Date

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

I woke up today feeling a little better. Today was special. This day 5 years ago we took our vows and promised to be together till death do us apart. Although I had seen him a few days back but I decided to dress up for the occasion. After all, he always said that seeing me in the light blue satin low-cut gown always made him weak at his knees. And that was the dress which I was wearing when he proposed to me.

I quickly got dressed, dabbed some powder on my face and was ready to go. I quickly put a copy of "The Memoirs of Cleopatra: A Novel" in my purse. After all he was never the romantic type but he always loved it when I read out to him from a novel of my choice so I thought I will finally read him out the last 2 chapters of this huge novel which is left unfinished for a long time. I made sure I had everything I needed and started on my way to meet him.

After a cab ride of around 30 minutes and a few minutes walk, I finally arrived at my destination. On the way to meet him, I also got him a bunch of white and red roses, his all-time favorite. I opened the small white gate and stepped in. He was never the chivalrous kind who would pull out the chair for me or hold the door for me but irrespective of where we go, he would always save me a seat when I was late. Today when I stepped in, I could feel him standing across me and looking at me with the same charm and admiration that he had when we first met. 

I slowly walked in and took a seat beside him. I told him all about what had happened in the past few days. I played our song at a very low volume on my mobile and took out the novel. I read out to him for around 45 minutes, occasionally taking my eyes off the book to look at him. After we finally finished the journey through this book together, I talked to him a bit more, placed the bunch of flowers and a small note on his grave and left for the day with a promise to visit him soon.

"At times it feels like yesterday that we met and yet it feels like ages since u were gone. How much I wish that I had some more time to tell how much I love u. And yet I know that telling that I loved u wouldn't have sufficed for these three words could never capture the essence of what I feel for u. It would have been so much easier if these three words were all I needed to say but then how could I ever express the rest of what I felt. After all, how do I tell my mind or my eyes what it means to me. Or how do I imagine my life without my eyes or without my mind. That is what I've always felt for you. You were not just a part of me but u were me and I was u."

                                                                (¯`♥´¯)..♥                                                               
                                                                .`•.¸.•´(¯`♥´¯)..♥

                                                                               .`•.¸.•´(¯`♥´¯)..♥

                                                                                                `•.¸.•´(¯`♥´¯)..♥

                                                                                                              .`•.¸.•´……♥ ♥

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The truth in Bangalore: Part 3

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Link to Part 1: http://words-of-the-fallen-angel.blogspot.com/2014/05/the-truth-in-bangalore-part-1.html

Link to Part 2: http://words-of-the-fallen-angel.blogspot.com/2014/05/the-truth-in-bangalore-part-1.html

**Part 3** (Last Part)

I was shocked as the unexpected had just happen yet I was not sure about why or what next. Eyes still full of fear and anger, I was still starting at the boss. His eyes still fixed on me, the boss slowly went back a step or two and removed the cloth from my mouth. I wanted to scream but my mouth was too dry and numb due to the cloth which was stuffed in my mouth probably for many hours. I was however a little relieved to see the boss moving away from me. Still wondering what he wanted next, I kept staring at him.

I was wondering if he suddenly thought of making me smuggle drugs or arms for him. By now, I was tired from all the struggle and had realized that my efforts to get free from the ropes were futile. I knew I had to think of something better if I wanted to escape my fate. So I thought I will agree to whatever 'favor' the boss asks for so that I can atleast be released from the grip of the ropes. Once free. I decided to go for my purse thrown at a distance, use the pepper spray on them and then somehow escape from there.

While I was mentally taking notes of my escape plan, the boss then suddenly pointed at the locket around my neck and asked "Where did u get that?". I was suddenly hoping that he would let me go instead of that piece of jewelry. Although very dear to me, I would still give up the locket to save myself. "It has been around my neck since my parents found me near a temple" I said with some effort. 

"Which temple?". 

"Outside the Nandi bull temple"

Suddenly the boss fell on his knees and said "It's me". Still staring at him in disbelief, I kept wondering if what I just heard was right. Meanwhile the goons released me from the rope I was tied in. With some effort, I got up from the chair, wrapped myself in the sheets nearby and walked away never looking back.

I had always wondered about who my real parents were but never realized I might have to pay such a big price for the truth.

********** The End *********

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The truth in Bangalore: Part 2

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Link to Part 1: http://words-of-the-fallen-angel.blogspot.in/2014/05/the-truth-in-bangalore-part-1.html

**Part 2**
There was a loud thud and I suddenly woke up realizing that I was tied to a chair.  My head still felt heavy as if it was a bad hangover. I tried to open my eyes to look around but it took my eyes a while to adjust to the surroundings. The room was dimly lit, hardly had any furniture except a table kept at a distance. The room looked like an unused large hall or a warehouse (godown), the kind I had seen till now only in movies. There was some light streaming in through a crack on the ceiling and there was a lamp burning at a distance. I could neither see any windows nor any doors and the other end of the room was lost into darkness. I could not make out how big the whole place
was or how far did the other end stretch.

When trying to make out what place I might be in, I suddenly noticed a shadow moving toward me. It looked a little plump person and average in height but his face was still not clearly visible. He seemed to moving ahead in small steps and dust was flying when he took a step. I realized it might be an old building yet to be demolished which was no more used, at least not for living purpose.

As the shadow kept approaching, I began to panic even more as I still had no idea where I was or what was happening but I knew whatever was going to happen next could not be good. I was terrified and was screaming inside but no sound came out as my mouth was stuffed with cloth. I wanted to call for help but my hands were tied and my phone was in my purse which was no where to be seen. I did not know whether to struggle on the chair to free myself or to pretend to be unconscious till I came up with a better plan. I sat still on the chair pretending to be passed out while I was trying to reason on what to do next.


Suddenly a phone rang and the ringtone was not familiar. The guy who was approaching me stopped near the table and answered his phone. I could listen to that guy talking on the phone about selling some fresh stuff. I wondered if he was a drug dealer or a smuggler talking about his upcoming deal. I was alert and tried to listen if he mentions any name or place so that I could have an idea on where I was and why I there. I was from a middle class family so the kidnappers probably could not get much ransom from my family but I kept listening in hope of a hint that would tell me what was going on. Suddenly he started giving out descriptions like wheatish, short curly hair, tall etc. and I realized I was being described on the phone. And then it struck to me that probably I was the 'fresh stuff' to be smuggled out.

My mind started numbing and I could not believe that I was being sold out. I realized I did not have enough time to save myself and started struggling to free myself from the grips of the ropes cutting through my hands. Suddenly I felt a hand running up my neck and shoulders while I still struggled to somehow escape my fate. I realized there might be a gang of goons in that room and I began to struggle even more but my efforts went in vain. Grip of the ropes was too tight for me to free from. Those hands till then kept feeling my face and neck and suddenly threw away my dupatta. I felt exposed. I clenched my fists n started looking towards the other end of the room for I did not want to face what was coming next.

"Boss" someone said from behind and I heard some footsteps approaching me. I realized that the guy sitting on the distant table was the boss and he started moving towards me with a filthy look in his eyes while the other guy started stripping me off my kurta. I was in tears and was cursing the moment when I stepped into that cafe. The boss kept moving in short steps while his eyes were fixed on my body. He stopped very close to me and started bringing his face near mine while his hands were holding me tight by my shoulders and his goon held my head by my hairs. The boss's face was almost near mine and I closed my eyes tight while actually trying to shut down my soul. He was so close that I could feel his breath on my face. He removed a hand from my shoulder, held my face tight and pulled my face towards his. I opened my eyes in pain and could see the terror of my eyes being reflected in his. He began to scan my half exposed body with his filthy lustful eyes when suddenly the expression in the his eyes changed. He froze for a moment, started looking intently at me for a while and then shouted "STOP!"

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Link to Part 3: http://words-of-the-fallen-angel.blogspot.com/2014/05/the-truth-in-bangalore-part-3.html

The truth in Bangalore: Part 1

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Being 25 and single, I have many a times faced various questions on whether being single is my choice or do I have any 'problem'. Starting from being hit on by strangers, 'help' from a friend or 'meeting a nice guy', I was always being pushed towards a 'normal' life and to escape all of this, I landed to Bangalore.

Initially disappointed with the little night life that the city has to offer, I started going out in the city all by myself in the evenings. And in a few days I started enjoying the way you could be in a crowd yet not bothered by any strangers in the city. I could easily sit in a park or a coffee shop and enjoy the other world that the book in my hand was creating for me.

One such day when walking through lanes of the city, I spotted a coffee shop which looked different than most. Although the shop had a very unusual name 'Lost Love Cafe', I still stepped in and the place smelt funny. However I went in, placed an order for a cappuccino with a plate of french fries and took a seat. Waiting for my order, I started reading my book when I noticed strange looking guy walk into the shop and talk to the shop manager in hushed tones. I felt something might be fishy and was considering leaving the shop when my order arrived. I made a mental note of leaving soon after finishing my order and began sipping the coffee. By that time, the strange looking guy left and I felt a bit more relaxed and continued reading the book.

After a while however, I started feeling drowsy. I guessed it might be due to lack of sleep the previous night. So I got up to get some water and  suddenly everything around me was spinning. I tried to hold on to something to stay in balance and the next thing I knew was my head hit something really hard and I passed out.

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Go to Part 2: http://words-of-the-fallen-angel.blogspot.com/2014/05/the-truth-in-bangalore-part-2.html

Go to Part 3 (Last part) : http://words-of-the-fallen-angel.blogspot.com/2014/05/the-truth-in-bangalore-part-3.html