A Short Story

“Life is made up of various stories, some long and some short.” He told her in a tone which suggested he knew what exactly he was talking.

They were sitting on a public bench at the city’s one of the busiest shopping complex. It was past midnight, and in the cold weather of January there were hardly any people around. The place looked totally opposite of what it was until few hours before. Mild sounds of ‘Kajra Re‘ were coming from a night club across the market which was still high and vibrant with young couples drinking, dancing, and believing that life was at its best that night. Both of them had entered a lounge that night, he had ordered an exotic drink named Blue Margarita, whereas she had preferred ordering a steamy cup of coffee, and then they had decided to walk out of the cozy comfort of lounge and sip the drinks sitting on the cold bench outside. She looked up at him even as having another sip of coffee, both her hands firmly holding the warm cup. Her eyes had that twinkle in them as always.

Her expression suggested that she was listening, so he continued, “some of the stories are initiated by us, but some stories…. they are initiated by others who are part of our story. We don’t have any control over such stories”.

“You are one imaginative person.” She smiled and added “You are right, but the story belongs to those others as well, since they are also a part of it, probably it’s more of their story, and you are playing a part in it”.

“Probably yes!” He became more direct, “but even such stories can have some effect on your life. I’ll tell you, a wonderful girl entered my life out of no where, and her entry was like a refreshing breeze. From the first day that we started interacting we clicked with each other, you know we had that level of comfort right from the word Go. We shared so many smiles during our endless conversations, and we also had some sensible discussions about other important aspects of life.”

“That sounds great!!! Some people touch your life in a beautiful way. It doesn’t happen with everyone you meet - that you immediately reach that level of comfort with them. Such people are special I guess, and relationships with them should be preserved.” Her eyes became brighter, even as she said this.

“Yeah! Just when I thought I had found another person whom I can call a friend in true sense, something happened and the story that she had started came to an end suddenly, just like it’s beginning was.”

“It was meant to be a short story, I guess” He smiled and continued “but i am glad that this story was made up of only smiles and laughter”.

Her expression changed, “But…. may be it’s not really an end, who knows it might turn out to be just a twist in tale, some suspense before more smiles are shared in the same story.”

He took the last sip of Blue Margarita and got up smiling “So! Who is being imaginative now?”

and they both laughed.

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{ this is my first attempt at story writing, so be nice to me in ur comments :p }