A Girl in a Library

It was 6 pm when I stumbled into that bookstore. It was a weekend ahead and I had to buy me something to keep busy for next two days. I was in Romantic Fiction section, checking some books, while I saw her entering the store and going straight to the Dark Romance Section. I didn’t notice her at first until she asked salesman for something like her, something extraordinary. I couldn’t help myself look closely at the masterpiece, who was qualifying herself to be the subject of thousands of such books, thousands of extra-ordinary writings, thousands of extra-ordinary books.

I stood there, looking her strolling through pages unconcernedly. All books around seemed meaningless before her. I gazed her little more than a year trying to escape the depth of her eyes, who were capturing me miles down each second seizing my all abilities to swim.

“Come on man, we gotta move”, said my friend irritated.

“Sure”, I said, asking the storekeeper to bring me ‘First Debt by Pepper Winters’.

“Sorry sir, there was only one piece which just got sold. It’s out of stock for another week”, said the storekeeper.

I picked a book by Nina Lane and moved to checking counter.

She was there, on the counter leaning forward putting that book into her bag.

“May I please have a look at it”, I asked hesitantly.

“Sure”, she said handing book over to me looking directly into my eyes.

I had never felt prevailed over so intensively ever before. She had something that wouldn’t let me concentrate on my favorite book.

“I don’t know who you’re or where you live, however based upon your choice, I can surely say, We’ll be the best match”, I wrote on the last page of the book and returned.

I needed not to read anymore. I had to write one of my own, with her.

I Wish

It’s 4 A.M and I’m sitting in front of my laptop, staring at the blank screen. Trying to continue the conversation in my mind, the conversation that ended 5 hours ago with a couple of sentences about a book.

Every time I start over, I arrange the missing pieces in unique but pleasant order, that bring a smile to my face, which gets faded out behind the smoke of cigarette for a while, yet it’s there, I know. Like, you’re lying in your bed at your home, miles apart, yet you’re here, I know.

I wish, we could sit by each other till mornings, discussing all the books, one by one, each night. We’d agree upon some points that’ll bring us closer, and we’ll differ on the others, that will push us apart. I’ll experience utter joy and sorrow each night, keeping you happy by all means.

By the morning, you’ll be tired of all those conversations, resting your head on my shoulder, your long hair spread all over our faces, hiding us from the world. You’d nap for 30 minutes, and I’ll keep on talking without noticing if you’re listening.

Once exhaustion will overcome you, you’ll lie-down there, beside me, placing your head into my lap, making me feel the richest person on planet. I’ll keep looking at your sleepy eyes for hours, daring not to move an inch.

You’ll wake up in the morning once the rays of the Sun will start kissing you face. That’s when I’ll feel like, jumping from the ship in the middle of the Pacific, that I’ll have to swim till the evening, till we’ll sit again alone, on the roof to discuss another couple of books and to carry out the ritual of staring your eyes while you’ll be asleep.

I wish, we could spend time like that, I wish I could stare for long, I wish I could die one such night while you’re there, resting your head into my lap. I wish…

False Promises

"How can you just walk away like that? What about all those promises you've been making me?"

“Promises are meant to be broken. I was a different person then, but now I’ve changed. My preferences have changed. And I made those promises for me, for the sake of my own happiness. Now I’m not making any more promises, I’ve changed and I’m sorry for that”.

“What? You have changed. It’s easy for you. What about me? I can’t change myself. I can’t drag myself out of the fantasy world I’ve been weaving so long, keeping you in the center of it. I can handle your broken promises but can’t see you leaving. Keep on making those promises and keep on breaking them. May be someday, pieces of those broken promises will pierce my heart enough to kill it, or make it turn away. Not now please”.

“You want me to kill your heart. Are you crazy? I can’t do that”.

“What makes you think, leaving will not kill me”?

“I think I loved you too and if I can pass it, you can as well. Just remember, I love you and will keep on loving. But it’s not working, I got to move”.

“Why? Are you in love with someone else”?

“No, it’s just my mind. That’s compelling me to move on. You’ll find a better love, trust me”.

“I have never been loved and it stopped bothering me long ago. All I want is You, around me, all the time. That’s all I care about, that’s all I’m concerned about”.

“I don’t know how to react to this foolish logic”.

“Just come back my love. Keep on making those false promises and keep on breaking them. One day, you’ll either fulfill those promises or bury them with my heart. One day I’ll learn to move on like you, but that will be the end, I promise, my love”.

Once Upon a Time

"Developing and writing about the Character is the most important thing in fiction writing, without which even a great story lands no where but dust bin", said the teacher on day 5 of the workshop.

"The activity for this weekend is to look around yourself while at cafe, shopping, classroom or walking down the street, notice a person closely with all your senses and write down about it a paragraph", said the teacher collecting his belongings on the table. 

"She is extraordinary girl with out of the world gestures. Shining black hair, tucked behing her ears, falling down viciously kissing her hips. Red scarf placed gently on broad shoulders, forming a cross above her breasts. Wearing creamy white trousers with red linings on both sides, traveling through her fleshy thighs to the knees. 'Is the session to be held here' was all she had to say on the very first day in her melodious voice that drew all my attentions, that I have failed to gain back, till date. I have ceased to concentrate on lectures, that anybody would, while she's sitting beside you with fresh scent arising from her hair, that would put any perfume to the shame. It's the first time, I've come across a lady who can possess such unique qualities in utter simplicity", he wrote on first night after the session.

"He's an average looking guy with overgrown mustaches and casually trimmed beard. Navy blue dress pants with white shirt, sleeves half rolled and golden watch adding to her formality. There's nothing particular about him until you see directly into his eyes or talk to him, who appeares to be a kid. Until, once you have spent two days with him, you discover true him, who unfolds himself, slowly, slowly, slowly, yet takes over all your thoughts", she penned down a day before the session. 

The other person is too good to be wih me, they thought two hours before the session.

"Exchange your writings with each other, review and comment", said the teacher.

Both exchanged the stories with each other written about fictional characters. Little did they know about the stories they were hiding.