Fairies unseen, now one seen!
Chapter 1
June 22nd, 2015
My dark shirt had turned
black due to my profuse sweating. I could feel the sweat beads form on my
forehead and drip down, giving me chills of fear. I faltered when I tried to stand up.
The memories collided and I
was unable to decide what the right thing to do was. I sat on the bed with my legs hanging down. This
was the very bed I had kissed Aradhya. I remembered the look on her face when I
held her by her perfectly carved pointy chin. I often told her that it was one
of the best parts of her face. It was as though perfectly crafted for me to
hold while kissing her forehead.
How much she loved it when
I did that. She needed no more make up blusher. She had almost set a record to
blush for so long. Her eye lashes fluttered like the butterfly’s wings when she felt shy. She turned around hiding her coy face.
The jet black low back top
of hers exposed the tattoo which had my name carved on her sensitive cream
skin. I touched it and often felt sorry for the pain she must have gone
through, in order to have my name being carved on her.
It was her surprise to me.
I had not liked it at all. I found it extremely painful. The tattoo had a heart
shape above the “I” of my name, “Aamir”.
“It
means, I Love Aamir.” She had said smiling like a kindergarten kid.
“So
much of pain is totally not worth it Aradhya!” I had argued.
“It is
no pain. In fact I totally love it.” She had said, looking as well as sounding like
a cute psycho lover.
“Jaundice!” I had exclaimed. This was my theory. When in love, people think that the
world is as pleasant as they perceive it to be. She was seeing the world as
yellow as she was suffering from the Jaundice called as “Love”.
I ran my fingers on her
tattoo, she winced her eyes in pain. Her sensitive skin had turned pink around
that area. I found it barbaric.
“How
did that cruel asshole think of doing this to you?” I had growled at her, hugging her from behind.
I made sure that I did not touch her tattoo again.
I opened my eyes, wiping my
tears thinking about the memories!
As I continued to lay down
on the same bed, tossing and holding the memories together. I saw the
photographs! They looked so strange and empty now. I looked perplexed.
“Aamir,
Pout baby, just like this!” She had said making her face like a baby duckling. She was obsessed with
taking selfies. I did not like it as I often felt very self-conscious clicking
pictures.
“Memories
are saved like this. Look how happy we
look.” She had said looking at the images in her phone.
“I am
not running anywhere. I wish to stay longer with you, Chill.” I had assured her,
though I never confessed my love to her.
Today, she was missing
leaving no trace of her! I looked out of the window. The sun light beamed at me
very harshly. I turned around.
I held the dairy very close
to my heart. It was a pink, glossy one. With the bold Italic letters reading, “PRINCESS DAIRY” .I tried
to breathe in. I felt nearly choked to death. I was in a situation where in I
would prefer death than this!
I hopped out of my bed and
it made a creaky noise. The same noise which Aradhya loved as she kept bouncing
on the bed and laughing.
“Hear
this noise. It seems as if we are making
love.” She
had laughed covering her mouth.
I felt very shy whenever
she spoke like that. I also feared the neighbours hearing that noise.
“What
will they think about us, Aradhya?” I had said holding her arms as though trying to
stop her from bouncing like that.
“Why
are you so worried about your neighbours? They will think of you as a lucky
bastard.” She
had winked!
Her hair looked slightly
messy after the bouncing game she had played. I tried to correct it. It was
always nice to touch her. She often let me comb her hair. She shut her eyes
when I combed her hair. She often smiled at me. She wore a black ribbon with
white polka dots over it. The hair band had a bow on it. Her wavy brownish hair
lay on her shoulders, covering her bosom!
Today is a day in which i
am hopelessly trying to trace her! Her memories collide one after the other.
“Our
book has to be the best you know!” She had said for the zillionth time. It was my
dream to write the novel together but it seemed like she was more excited than
me to make it happen. I often tried to brush off the topic.
I liked how cutely she
frowned. She pouted her lips even further and pointing her index finger at her
pink lips, she said “When the Princess is sad; she turns in to an ugly pig. Save her from
becoming that and kiss her lips. Quick Quick!” she said while she looked like the epitome of
cuteness!
Today is a day I so wished
to feel her lips. Where are you Aradhya? I called out her name in disbelief
that she has gone away from me!
“Aamir,
this tiny bottle has got a tiny letter inside it. Try to take it off and read
it.” She had
said with excited look on her face, while she was sipping on the Apple Milk
shake. While I was busy trying to take off the note from the tiny bottle, she
tried dipping more of her lips in the milky cream and exclaimed, “Look at my moustache
Aamir. This is Women empowerment. I shall not get the threading done. My
Moustache, my choice!” She said dramatically!
I found the little note
which read, “Princess
made dinner tonight, for her dear Prince Charming!”
She never failed to
surprise me. She lived in the dreamland where in the concept of Prince charming
and the Princess was very much alive!
Today was the day, I missed
every bit of her and the gifts were missing! I kept staring at the dairy and
the completed Manuscript in my hand. It was our dream to write the book
together and when it was completed, she was missing! Where was she? I opened the diary. “To my dear bitter-heart”, she had
written. A tear fell from my eye.
By - Saheer Kumble and Arpita Chipkar
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