Serenity by Serendipity

That warm kiss on my cheek woke me up. Her eyes were filled with tears while she bid me goodbye. I looked at her through the window as she ran back as the bus picked up. Tired, I pushed back my seat and tried to relax, but…

She always inspired me, inspired me to go beyond. There she was, standing by the blackboard, scribbling equations I hate. The only positive I got out of my 12 years of schooling was her company. Bell rang, much to my pleasure. We both packed our bags and started towards our homes. “You know, there are only days left for us to get out of this contraption” she said. We shared a passion, we both hate uniforms. ”Yeah, I sighed…

What shall we do now?? Do you know anything about how to use a log table? I asked her. “No I don’t… You ogre, have you not been listening to anything what I’ve been saying? Apparently not… I hate use log books you see, it creates more confusion. I use my good old calculator”. But they won’t allow it inside the exam halls! I said. “Who cares? Don’t you know to calculate by yourself?” Well, you know Math has never been my favourite thing… and I’m quite bad at it. “Well, you’re quite bad at maintaining your weight, does that mean you hate yourself? “Duh” I said… “You know what, (she was irritated by now) I’ll teach you, but I hate people who hate themselves. Ok! I was relieved. So, you going back to your home then? I asked. “No, she replied…Babe can you help me in return? I need your help in language, now itself… Sure why not! I replied… Beaming, she took her books, piled them up in front of me, and lied near to me with her arms on my lap and looked at me intently like a puppy. Well, nice distraction I thought! She looked at me as if she admired me with all her heart as tutored her, one of those moments when I thought that she loved me more..



The walk from the bus stop to the hostel was quite a long one. Dreary and weary I continued to slump through wet grass and cold stone. Leaving your worthless past behind is a tedious process. You feel as you’ve just been released from an asylum, a place where you feel so unique, but in reality you’re just too common.
So, what’s there for breakfast? She asked. Bread, I replied slyly. Oh no, not again! If there’s one food she absolutely hates, it is the bread. So, why don’t we go out? It’s been three weeks since we’ve been shut in! I heaved, finally- we get to go outside! Ride through the streets with her in backseat was just awesome! Wind swept her brunette hair like a paintbrush, as she held me tight around my abs. The burger man was my favourite fast food shop in town and I decided to give her a taste of it. So, what’s so special about this place? She asked, In her finest narcissist expression. Well, for starters the food is so great, better than all the other joints where You, pay high for tasteless, spice-less, soulless food, I said. Well, who are you? Food spiritualist? As long as it fills my tummy, it’s good enough for me. I shook my head in grave disapproval, and said; You know what, you need to open your eyes more… no, not literally, they’re cursing me already! You’re a snob, you know that; she said broadly. Well, why don’t we put our moths to better use? The food’s here already! I said. She took a bite, mm it’s not bad as I thought; she said. Well what did I say? So how good is it? Well, it’s as hot as Paul and as smooth Tommy. My suspicious look caught her it seems; she said- aww you pup noting is as good as you, she said re-assuringly. Well, it seems that I need to watch you out more to gain an impression, I said. She pushed me, “Rascal, start the bike. Let’s go home-It’s 6 already!



I threw my clothes away, carelessly. I cared less about myself now. I started the shower, praying that let there be water! It felt like the heavens have opened. Water droplets showered over me like cold bullets, washing away the dirt, filling the body with much yearned freshness. I remained under it wet and numb, the pain was exasperating. The body disobeyed the brain in a fantastic fashion-for once I felt that I was in control.


I heard a knock at my door, it was her! What? I asked, What do you want? Especially at this hour? I’ve just woken up. Yeah, sloth’s sleep like there’s no tomorrow, I know that; she retorted. Now shake it off and open your PC. She asked me. Yeah, ok. You just switch it on, let me just wash my face. Yeah, ok what’s up, I asked. What I need, is an orkut account. Ok, I’ve been asking you about it for long. It’s great you see! I said. Yes, just what I need, we tag along the course right? When the form filling reached the relationship column; she looked at shyly- what shall I write here? She asked. Well you write about your relationship-duh!
Da, I’ve been longing to tell you about this. I knew this guy, Richard from the computer batch. He proposed to me before the exams you know. I never thought a guy could propose beautifully like that! And also he complements my ideas like anything, and as you know I love that. You’ve always been like that, and I like it! She spoke about him for nearly half an hour, why did she have to be so detailed? Why couldn’t she cut the flab, and tell me? After a lecture, the initial sentences which had illuminated me beyond repair and the rest of which felt like a time warp, I was woken up by her pat. “Da, you see just like my boy, do you have a girl that trumps me? I shook my head, will there be? “Da I’m going, mum’s calling-and keep it secret ok? Muah-She kissed me on the cheek and left. After the long conversation the only thing I understood was, I was all what she hoped for in love and she never loved ME…



The bed welcomed me well. Warm and soft like a newborn, I hugged my pillow tightly and prayed for the heavy sleeper inside me to arise. It seems that he’s having an off-night. Whatever, I rest my head against the wall. Let it be… I thought. Memories can haunt you on an off night. Her memories haunted me all day. I have always wondered what makes clocks tick? In their 360 degree life cycle, they meet 12 times for a minute. But the difference it makes, controls our life. Half his life the hour hand runs behind the minute hand, and the other half he doesn’t even know that she’s beside him. The time we met where the best that 12 years of my schooling offered me. I was ashamed of myself, Never did I offer her anything back. Didn’t she deserve something? Yes, she deserves something better, but all I could give her was one tight hug before I packed off. In return she gave me a kiss, that would make any man say I Love You…