Bikes – A short story.

Stacy looked out of the glass walls as she sat in the coffee shop with her friend Jenny,  who was stumbling her way to complete the assignment which was due the next day. Stacy looked out of the glass but she was not actually looking, it was as if her eyes were seeing the images but the mind was not processing them. For, her mind was consumed by the very thought of something special. A pretty someone, to be precise. She couldn’t help but smile as he crossed her mind over and over.

“. . . . . . . so is x = 20 or x = -10”, asked Jenny as she incorrigibly scribbled the assignment that Stacy had refused to let her copy but sat with her here in the coffee shop itself for any help.

“Hmm. . “, Stacy looked at Jenny confused with her eyes wide like saucer.

She was sure that she had just heard and understood Jenny saying something but instantly forgot what that was.As Jenny repeated the question, she came back to her senses and helped her through.

She looked at her coffee, which she was supposed to have drank ten minutes ago. The coffee stood there cold and all Stacy was left to think was how Zach had always asked her to drink coffee with him.

It amazed Stacy at how the thoughts of him always plagued her mind. It was like a chronic thing, it returned no sooner had it left and it would shake her up.

Human mind is an utter mess, she thought. By now, her mind had swirled through everything else and stopped on the way he looked as he rode his bike. Bikes. That were his favourite thing. She reminisced how he stooped forward as he raced.










Thats what her heart did when she saw him on a bike. It raced and beat and palpitated.

He loved bikes.
And she loved that he loved bikes, even though she had never given bikes a second thought before she met him.
Now, she loved that he loved bikes.


Because, she loved to see the zeal in his eyes as he spoke about them. She loved how silent he could be until someone would bring up the topic of bikes. She loved how he could talk on and on about them.

More than anything else, she loved to see him smile.

“You should’ve drank your coffee, Stacy”, Jenny interrupted her chasm of thoughts monopolised by a certain someone.

” Yeah, I should have”, mumbled Stacy as she got up to get another coffee. There was still some time left for Jenny to complete her assignment.

As Stacy waited in the line, she wondered if it was a co-incidence that he always asked her to drink coffee with him. Would he have known that coffee was the absolute favourite thing in the world to her?

Only if he knew, she smiled.

Smiled. And as she smiled, she marvelled how any thought about him would instantly curve her lips upward.

“Excuse me, Madam”, the cashier frowned at her, “you’ve been standing here for a while. Would you like to order anything? ”

Stacy was embarrassed and baffled. She quietly placed the order and walked back with her coffee.

Whenever she thought of him, she lost the track of time. In reality, she was surrounded by lot of people but she felt as if she was the only person in the room and he was the only person in her mind.

She sat back on her seat.

“Stop thinking about him now, will you? ” Jenny smirked at her.

” About who?” asked Stacy, trying to suppress her smile as flashes of him automatically played in her mind.

A tinge of electricity jolted through her brain, right to her heart. And, her heart thumped faster. Blood gushed through her ventricles. Streamed through her arteries, up through the carotid and scattered in her cheeks making them rosy. And, thats how she blushed, at the mere thought of him.

And, Stacy was not someone who blushed easily.

“You know who I am talking about”, Jenny was serious now and Stacy knew why. Jenny was looking out for Stacy and she appreciated that.

Zach had left town and gone out to college. And Stacy. Stacy had one more year of schooling and God knew which college she’d be selected in.

Her heart sank. Stacy hadn’t realised the reality but now, he was gone. And Stacy didn’t even give him a chance. Heck, she didn’t even drink coffee with him.


I know I sound so cheesy here 😛

Well, I wrote this story like an year ago and it was just lying around so I thought why not post it. I wouldn’t write the same way now. Also, I know this needs major editing but I wanted to keep it that way to remember how my writing used to be. I should’ve written up something but I didn’t and rather posted this. Because I’m too lazy to write some new stuff. Also, there’s a lot going on in life anyway. I need to learn how to manage to do everything despite all the ups and downs in life.
But how was it? Was it any good? 



Happy Birthday!

Dear Best friend,

As I let my mind wander down the memory lane, I revisit almost every significant memory in our friendship all these days but one memory shines vivid. The first time we spoke. Or rather had an actual conversation. That november night. Yes, you’d argue that the first time we spoke was before that, but that was just a formal casual talk regarding something professional and we hadn’t even introduced ourselves. But I knew who you were and you knew who I was. And when I say that I’m very thankful that you took the initiative for an actual conversation, you’d never comprehend how much I mean it. Because, if not for you, I never would have initiated it. You know me, I hardly ever initiate friendships by myself. Always waiting for the other person to take it forward. But all I needed was a push, and from then on, our friendship flowed effortlessly.

 Our very first conversation was just so magical. It is always so exhilarating to discover a new person. To get to know them layer by layer. But the sad part is, the excitement dies down as days go by. We knew this. You even told me that after a couple of days, all this won’t be as exciting. That our similarities and disparities won’t be astonishing anymore. That it will all fade away as time flew by. I argued that it wouldn’t be the case for us. But did my argument stand to be correct? I’m afraid not so.

Time took its toll. And it would always disappoint me to know that we will never be as close as we were in the beginning of our friendship or all of it won’t be as overwhelming as it initially was. No matter, how much we try we will have to accept the fact that we both have changed a lot as clock ticked by. Perhaps, I have changed a lot, much more than you. So maybe when you blame me, that I’ve changed a lot and that our friendship can’t be the same because of me, then maybe I do take the blame. But I never meant to. And you should know that, I can never go back to the person I once was, when you first met me.

It was The Alchemist. Wasn’t it? Its just a rhetorical question. Of course I do remember that book. You asked me to read that book, the first time we spoke, because you said you loved it. I had tried reading that book before but gave up by page number three. But once you recommended it to me, I wanted to read it just for the sake of understanding what kind of book you liked. Just for the sake of knowing you. And I totally fell in love with it. That book is the kind of a life changing book and I was so happy that I met a person who’d suggest such books. You always had that charm. You still do. Of knowing what to talk to a person and when to. It always amazed me how you would be so charming effortlessly.

If I recollect all the sighs we captured in songs or the memories of movies or reminisce all pictures, I would never be able to fit them all in words. But those moments were one of a kind. And so many days later, here we are, still friends, though not that close. We talk but rarely, although we still have that spark of awesomeness in our conversations. And no matter what, how less we may talk or how much distance might seem between us, know that you will always be my best friend. And I know that we aren’t about all that sentimental stuff and the only reason I’ve written all this is because today is your Birthday. Or else you know, how lazy I am. But I meant each and every word. And you are and will always be a very important person to me. No matter where we stand in each others life as time goes by.

Happy Birthday Best Friend!

When it burns.

The smoke swirled in beautiful patterns around the book.  It travelled nonchalantly in the air weaving its own trail. Exactly how I imagine pollution to do its wonders. The air around me turned grayish, loosing its freshness. It hurt to look. Literally and metaphorically. My eyes stinged yet I remained close watching it burn. Because the flame that engulfed the corners was beautiful to look at. It pleased me how it slithered from one place to another. Ruining everything as it passed by.  My throat burned and my nose couldn’t tolerate the smell. My respiratory system rebounded into coughs and my eyes closed unconsciously. I wasn’t even able to open them. I stepped back for a while and regained some normalcy. As soon as I felt better, I went back. Closer to the book. Observing the ashes that had long formed as they piled into dust. Gazing into anonymity. Staring until my eyes couldn’t take it and tears started trailing through my eyes and my nose and throat burned like hell. I had to get away. I could no longer watch it burn. I had to walk away and leave it.

But I really did wanted to watch it burn completely. Until every inch of it turned to ashes. I wanted to watch it all turn to nothingness, like it never even existed at all.


Sometimes, you need to burn the book and move on. No matter how painful it is. 

I have been so MIA on this blog. I’m trying my best to get back to it. To this blogging thing. Because, there’s some weird magic here at WordPress that makes you happy in a way nothing else can. I call it WordPress happy. It is the happy feeling I get when I read an awesome post on WordPress. And then sometimes, when I feel sudden elation at some times in life, I call that happy feeling WordPress happy too. What do you think of it? 😀