His Heart
C/O Her Heartbeats
First Sight Villa,
Sleepless Nights Avenue,
(Landmark:
Phone Call Block,
14, February
Right turn from Trust Crossing (Away from Break-Off Cafe);
Opposite Flirt Market.
In front of Honesty and Care Salon.
P.O: HUGS & KISSES ; DIST: RESPECT
LOVE STORY – 2009
United Soul for Marriage.
By: NovoneeL ChakrabortY
When he told his father the truth – he failed in the second unit test as well – his father took him to a restaurant. Why? He was clueless.
After they placed the order his father took out a pen and placed a paper napkin on the table. The boy watched him write on it.
“What is it?”
“Zero.”
He wrote something beside it and asked, “What is it now?”
“Zero again.”
His father looked at him for a while and then wrote on the napkin again.
“What is it?”
“One.” The boy replied looking intently at the figure on the napkin.
“What does it do to the other two zeroes?”
“It adds value for its one hundred now.”
“Good. The point is, son, never be afraid of the zeroes in life. Even after an innumerable number of zeroes a ONE is always possible which might alter the figure of your life to your liking. The important thing is,” his eyes riveted on the boy, “Keep up the hard work going.”
By: NovoneeL ChakrabortY
The solid hug they gave each other almost made up for the years that kept them apart.
“Gosh! Its ten years since we last saw each other.” Exclaimed one of the two.
“Eleven, to be precise.” The other one corrected.
“Oh, doesn’t matter. Now we’ll be in regular touch. So, tell me what’s up? Hey did I tell you I am going to join IIM, Ahmedabad this summer.”
“Great news. Congrats.”
“Thanks. What about you?”
“I am a struggling actor.”
“That’s alright. But what are you doing in life?”
“I told you.”
“Struggling actor? Nothing else?”
“No.”
“Dude, thousands run after the glamour but only handful of them survive. Get yourself a job first and may be then-”
“Have you ever seen a star studded sky?”
“Why, yes.”
“You may like the star just above your head or the one in the right or to the left perhaps but you got no right to question why the star to the left is in the left. I believe the point of our living is to find the coordinates where we know we belong and respect it irrespective of whatever difficulties or humiliation we encounter.”
By: NovoneeL ChakrabortY
“Why shouldn’t I cut someone else’s throat to snatch what I deserve? Why shouldn’t I be blatant about my needs? Why shouldn’t I cut the crap of decency and get straight to the point instead? Why shouldn’t I simply be a predator? Why shouldn’t I push the other in the crowd to get to my prize? Tell me mom, why shouldn’t I?
His mother thought for a while and then replied, “Have you ever seen an eagle?” The boy nodded. “Have you ever seen a dove?” The boy frowned but nodded again. His mother continued, “An eagle can fly much higher than a dove. Much higher! It’s fiercer than a dove too. Anytime! And being an eagle may surely help you fly higher than high in your life but in the end, my son, people only admire a dove. For - doesn’t matter its limitations - it’s a dove that inspires love in the hearts of people. And it’s the image of a dove that stays on, in a pleasant way, long after it’s gone.”
Little Mickie was with his best friend, Chickie. It was evening time and instead of playing cricket outside they were in his room playing Scotland Yard (a detective board game).
“Hey,” Mickie said, “yesterday I saw my dad shouting at grandpa.”
“Really? Your grandpa means your dad’s dad, right?
“Ya.”
“God! I don’t think I’ll ever be able to shout at my dad.”
“Same here. I couldn’t believe it.”
They continued with their game. Outside the room Mickie’s dad, sitting idly on the couch, happened to overhear the conversation. As a child even he used to shudder in front of his dad. Perhaps more than his own son did in front of him.
Looking out pensively at the evening Sun, through the window, he realized: nobody dares to eye a noon Sun. But when the Sun is half into the lap of horizon…
A shadow of remorse, soon, blanketed his conscience.
Officially N wasn’t racing with C but unofficially they wanted to beat each other. Both were on their top gear and no streak of time witnessed either of them going past the other.
As they approached yet another traffic signal N slowed down seeing an old woman cross the road while C recklessly zoomed past her.
By the time N picked up his speed the signal had already turned red. He reluctantly slowed down, again, watching C drive away showing him a thumbs-down.
The speed was almost the same…my concern was justified but still I got stuck at the red signal and he…N sighed with disgust.
Waiting for the signal to turn green he wondered, “Does the colour of the signal, in the end, decide the outcome of every race?”
By: NovoneeL ChakrabortY
