There is no more juice left in me yet there is (concluding part)

BOOK 2 : Love - The loveliest logical relationship between two entities (individuals) wherein words are more often replaced with silent smiles in their hearts and souls. She felt every tiniest bit of her thousands and millions of nerves and nerve cells smiling with all the liveliness in her body. He understood her perfectly as she wanted her to be understood. She knew then what she had for him was more than just love. It was true unadulterated pristine love uncontaminated with not even a modicum of impurity. Their unison came to a grinding halt when they were abruptly interrupted by the sound of a falling knife.Cursing the fallen knife, he tried to continue but found out that his dear one wasn't even remotely interested. Understanding she wanted love but not 'love' at that precise moment, he acceded to her wish and gave her his heart out. They spoke about many things ranging from their likes, dislikes to their past, present and future life amidst the silent whisper of the twigs on the roadside. The smiling red light was the only witness to witness this romantic endeavor. She was quite unsure as to when she fell asleep, but in reality, she had slept for sometime. She woke up thinking that her sweet heart would be there to greet her. But, the spectacle in front of her eyes undid her senses completely. She was insanely livid with fury when she saw her and him together in that presumptuous posture on the bed on the floor in the nearby room. The moans and groans shook her even more. Her world and the entire future with him ,which she had so meticulously constructed ,suddenly fell apart to smithereens - to dust. She wanted to kill that mean lady who stole her dear from right under her very nose. All of a sudden, she realised that even if that mean lady had tempted him to perform such an act of injustice to her, how could he have done such an untrustworthy act when she had so gracefully given up her complete self to him. When this new, sudden thought hit her, her entire rage was directed at him too and she wanted to rip him apart to pieces. However ungrateful he might have been to her, she loved him truly. She saw him being blissfully happy in communion with her and that was what she had wanted when she had built her future - Him to be happy and of course, her. Somehow, this prevented her from killing them. Still , the mounting ire within her ,caused by this deep treachery of his, had to be let out and she found no other better alternative than to take up her own life. To live in the world where she had to see such a disloyalty was beyond anything and she couldn't bring up herself to explode at him for such an atrociousness. she knew that to take up her life was the only sane solution to this interminable problem wherein atleast he could be happy in the aftermath of her departure from this cruel world . A wild wind blew the windows ajar and she realized that her end was just 2 feet away. Screaming "I Love You a lot , Dear" to him, she rolled out of the floor and fell right through the window, she felt the chillness of the cold wind brushing against her skin as she awaited her death with open arms. It did happen. The red light started flickering sadly. Hearing a feverished high-pitched scream screaming "I Love You a lot , Dear", immediately, he pushed her aside forcibly and rushed out of the nearby room to see his beloved to take that extreme step of castling her life for death. Instantly, he grasped the full extent of the situation and before he could reach to her, he saw his beloved falling into the chasms of endless darkness. With no other thought in mind, he pursued her into that inevitable absence of light. The red light was on the verge of being fused. Slowly, gradually, she fell asleep with exhaustion. He was fully aware that the minute has come for him to put out his plan into action. He called up to a nearby girl and requested her if she could act like having an intimate relation with him when his girl was about to awake. When she heard this, the girl was aghast with bewilderment. He explained to her patiently that he wanted to find out if his girl was in true love with him or just merely attracted to him because of his heavenly features and attributes. Also, it would prove the magnitude of trust which his girl had it on him. Hearing this two-fold rationale for his requestion, she replied "Your girl will get angry with you and me if she sees us doing such a monstrous act of betrayal". "Yes. I am truly conscious of the ramifications of such a play. But, she will surely understand once her anger gets subsided and if she loves me truly, she will forgive me and accept me as her complementary". "If it is okay with you, then absolutely, it is fine with me ,as long as you shield me from her when she sees us, for, I know how a woman would react if she is betrayed". Heaving a sigh of relief, he assured her with his twinkling smile "I will. Thanks a lot". "Your girl will take ages to wake up. Do we have to wait till then??" "Yes" came his whipping reply and the nearby girl fell silent. Somehow, he understood that she was going to wake up and instinctively, he woke up the nearby girl and asked her "Are you ready??". "Yes" came her whipping response and they were on the bed on the floor of the nearby room where he saw her waking up, searching for him frantically, her intense disappointment on her face when he wasn't there nearby to greet her ,thus making him to comprehend the fact that she loved him truly. Unfortunately, desire overtook the nearby girl upon seeing his manliness and she started to "do" what was just supposed to be a staged act. It was then his girl caught sight of them and threw herself violently from the nearest window. The rushing air brought back the memories of the night to him as he pursued after her. He saw her hitting the road with a thunderous thud. Never ever did he think of the remotest possibility of her committing suicide. Such was the trust which he had on her. He cursed himself many times for believing the nearby girl and wiping the tears , he knew he was going to join his beloved in a matter of micro seconds. As he hit upon the road and his body split into two, the red light, which couldn't bear to see such an ending, also fused itself completely. Drop by drop , the remaining juice present in her body flooded the road and the lifeless Grecian God lay besides his darling sundered. EPILOGUE: A romantic story as said from the eyes of the beautiful Sweet-Lime before and after she has been squeezed on the Grecian God - SQUEEZER ! EPILOGUE 2: The nearby girl - another sweet-lime, hacked herself to death with the fallen knife. (CONCLUDED)

Cutting a Short Story Shorter

In the midst of a densely populated jungle, a sonorous blaring noise brought the mighty Tyrannosaurus rex to a grinding halt. Its gleaming black-red eyes swayed in the direction of that rambunctious raucous for a fleeting instant and when it could not discern the source accurately , it continued its ambling along the paved pathway. It was sunny beyond the hot sultry sun. Nauseated by lack of any wind and bored from the long walk, a rumbling noise started shaking the earth violently. But this time, it discovered the source of the noise quite easily, for , it was from its very own stomach. As its luck would have been, the Tyrannosaurus was very unlucky despite the jungle's immense population . Its hunger started to scream at the top of the voice for some food - Anything. Baring a very dejected look on its otherwise graceful face, a small gust of air was its only salvation. It was then it started to believe in angels. Just like a perfect sinusoidal wave, the tantalizing aroma of something caught the right side of its nostrils unawares. Sensing that its mid-day microsleep was very much round the corner , it lunged itself forward towards the unsuspecting prey. After a sumptuous meal, it embarked on the final lap of its journey to accomplish its ultimate final destiny - Sleep. Suddenly, its instinctional alarm went-off, causing it to be consciously aware of any anything in its vicinity. 

'Excuse Me. You are Rahul. Right ?' was the only thing which he heard from behind, thus proving his alarm was right once again . Her tightness of pink T-shirt was the first thing which caught his sharp black eye balls. Moving further up a bit, he could see her lipstick smeared slightly lightly above her luscious lips. Finally, he rested his gaze onto hers. The reflected light from him, through her optic nerves, entered her brain and she could see a person who was atleast 5 cms taller than her own height of 173cm. 'How do you know my name?' was his curt reply. He saw her being flushed at the blunt abruptness of the question. Patiently awaiting her response, he scrutinized her from toe to head. Still, she was flushing as if she had accidentally seen a man bathing in his shower room. His eyes lingered upon " I see what you see" imprinted in tiny bold red letters between her delectable honky ponky. He was also completely surprised by her total lack of disconcerting nature when he ogled her tracks of land lecherously in that momentariness .His insides was relieved when he saw her smiling . Looking at her, breaking the ice berg, casually he said "Nice Pair". "I work out regularly in the gym " was her prompt response together with a smile which went beyond her impeccable artistic countenance. "Kindly tell me how do you work out with your eyes" said Rahul with a deceptively innocent look upon his charming face . It took a second longer than the normal time for the impact of his reply to register in her brain. The second she deduced that he meant her eyes to be ‘nice pair’ , her initial flushing transformed into a bright red blushing which was more than sufficient to stop a moving vehicle. But, she still managed to maintain a degree of commandness over herself which made him to start liking her. “ I have an important work now. I need to be leaving immediately”. There was a tremendous urgency in his voice. She said coolly “You do not have any work. As of now, you are awaiting your admission”. He was amazed by this unknown girl’s knowledge of him when he did not even know her name. This time though, it was he who regained his composure and spoke slowly “You are right. But, sleep is work, according to me. Anyway, unless you are not prepared to tell as to why you stopped me in the first place, I have work at home”. Hearing this, she looked amused. Without any forewarning, she uttered “I Love You”.

In that split second, Rahul saw her chubby cheeks turn red and understood why she had smiled and did not say anything when he ogled her initially. She gave an askance glance at him. Glimpsing her glance straight, he gave her a nonchalant reply “What makes you think you are in love with me?”. Startled by this unexpected line of question, she took her time and in a self-assured manner responded “ 3 and half years ago, I saw you in the Anna University campus with your friends near the coffee shop . I was awestruck by your presence. I studied in AC Tech and am currently employed in TCS. Starting from college to my Team Lead at TCS, I have received numerous proposals. I rejected each and every one of them to be with you. I have been following your every step like a shadow for the past 3 and half years till now”. Even the vehicles around them stopped honking their horns, the rustling of the leaves fell into an unmitigated quietness and a pin drop silence ensued . “So?” was his indifferent reply which broke that eternal stillness. “What do you mean “so?”” was her angry retort. “It means I just meant “so?”” remarked Rahul jestingly and caught her gentle left hand gently and proceeded towards Tuscana from where he had had his sumptuous meal before he encountered her. Seated in a remote plush corner of the pizzeria, Rahul ordered Tantrum and when asked about her preference, she requested “+ 1” to the pleasant steward which made Rahul to exclaim “Hey. Just because I had ordered Tantrum, it doesn’t necessarily mean that you must also have the same beverage. Do get yourself whatever you like the best”. “I like Tantrum the best” she said. But, it was very evident from her facial expression that she had wanted that drink only to please him. Saying no more on the topic, Rahul’s sole comment “ Infatuation is sometimes confused with true love” and like a boomerang, he got her response “Sometimes, infatuation leads to true love if one loves truly” which eventually made Rahul to go into a big smile and think to himself “Beauty and Brains going together – Deadly combination”. In the mean time, the steward kept their items on the table and dispersed with a low bow. Taking a small sip, he enquired “ You told me that you were awestruck by my presence when you dished your eyes on me for the first time, then rejected many a proposal, and followed every movement of mine. First of all, I am touched by your entire gesture. But, kindly tell me what made you to choose and think that I am the most appropriate person for you”. “You are street smart. Witty. The prince of my dreams. And the most important one – You see. This one is a woman’s thing. Don’t take me crazy. We, women can always say when we see a person whether he will keep us happy or not. And you were the only one who fitted the bill exactly”. Saying thus, she drank even more slowly than him. All this while ,her sight never ever lost a single sight of him. She felt she was in a paradise where none existed excepting them. 

A loud tinkle of china in the background made her to keep her foot firmly on the terrafirma. Rahul had only half his share left when he answered “ Okay. Let us analyze the situation practically and come to a solution. From what you have said, all I could understand was that you love me because deep in your heart you feel that I will keep you happy in this life. Right ?”. ‘Yes’ was her happy prompt reply. ‘So, it means that incase if I met with an accident today accidentally and lost my brain and in due course all the other things which you said - Street smart, witty etc etc . You will cease to love me. Correct ?’. Her expression changed from instant happiness to instant cheerlessness and started to nearly shout “No. No. I didn’t mean anything like that. I love u truly”. With the same sangfroidness in a calm steady tone, he said “Dear. You did not mean it. But, your well-chosen words meant everything I said. Street smart. Witty etc etc are all my attributes. They are just a part of me. I will exist without them even if I land in a coma for several years. I want someone who loves me completely even in such a situation incase if I were pushed to that state also. I am strongly of the opinion that such a love ,which does not demand or expect any expectation, has the power to cure even the most incurable coma. So, basically, you loved my attributes which are your personal expectations in life. That makes it an infatuation than true love. Expectations hurt big time, dear. Unfortunately, I am rather a person who wants someone to love me for what I am, as an individual ,and not for what I possess. What I possess may or may not be there with me tomorrow as I had demonstrated to you with the accident example. I may have fitted your bill exactly. But, sadly. You are way off the target of mine”. Saying thus, he finished his remaining share of the drink. When she heard what he said, she started crying like a child who had lost her lollipop - defying and denying everything which Rahul told her then. Like a melodramatic film actress, she started cursing him “You won’t marry any other person in this life”. Placidly, he replied ‘ Tell me something which I do not know already. I will learn from you”. She being an intelligent girl, he knew that she understood every word of what he said. But, she was adamant enough to make him see her way which was absolutely dangerous for both of them . 

Seeing her unstoppable flow of non-stop tears, he shouted ‘ Otha! Thevdiya!! In the event that you do want to humiliate yourself by crying in public, do it as you wish. Don’t disgrace my prestige and status in the process’. When he addressed her like that, she was completely shell-shocked. Wiping her tears - all love forgotten, she was besides herself and her voice shook in anger when she almost screamed ‘What did you call me now?’. Unperturbed by her livid anger, Rahul sat up straight in his chair and by the same coolness with which he had uttered those cruel words, he said ‘See. You have stopped crying. All thanks to Ravanan film’. Her anger changed from confusion to total confusion and she exclaimed ‘Pardon me?’ He started laughing and with the same tone continued ‘Well. You wouldn’t have stopped crying if I had tried to console you at that time unless you had gotten what you desired – Me. I had no other option but to say those harsh heart-pricking words which I knew would make you stop crying automatically but instead make you focus on me like a lioness going for her kill.’ She gave him a weak smile and responded ‘Yes. I was going for the kill if you hadn’t given me this explanation. Infact, I intended to butcher you. But, one thing which I don’t understand is why you thanked Ravanan film’. ‘ If you had seen ‘Usure pogudhey’ song, Vikram would have told Ash that guys could very easily digest a girl’s bad words but not their tears. This dialogue prompted me to act in that manner with a flair and dash of my own style’. Deeply impressed, she replied feebly, ‘You are the most complicated and interesting person whom I have ever met so far in my life’. ‘On the contrary, I am just an ordinary simple living thing’ was all that he said. “Chanceless” she muttered under her breath .Finally, she acknowledged and accepted the hardened fact that her love story might one day very well become another script for Gautam Vasudev Menon’s film. Her smile then returned in full vigor yet she egged him on persistently once again ‘So, your final reply would be?’ ‘Ah! You are a tough little nut to crack. Aren’t you?’ he responded with an even bigger smile and proceeded further ‘ Fine. If I say ‘yes’ to you now, there will come a time in the future where I will definitely give you a divorce notice for lack of compatibility . For just a small ‘no’ , you started crying here. From what I have perceived about you since we met today, you will be surely torn to grief and lose your entire life if I were to give you the notice at that time. I am the sort of person who wants everyone to be happy. But, at that moment, seeing my ex-wife shattered, I would be sad too and dashed to pieces . It is not just about yours or mine but everyone’s happiness will be in jeopardy. I have laid the complete future to you as to what will transpire if I do say ‘yes’ now . 

So , you think and decide whether I should tell “yes” or “no” . I will abide by your decision ‘. After a lot of deliberation and contemplation, during the time which the steward brought and kept the bill, she said ‘ Yep. You are right. You better tell me “no” than “yes” ‘. ‘Are you saying this with full-hearted or just like how you ordered Tantrum for the sake of mine, you are saying this to me’. Raising her eyebrow, she tweeted ‘You are very sharp. But, this time, I am telling you with my full conscience involved. Nevertheless, there is one thing which I want to say from the bottom of my heart - I will miss you very much’. She gave him a sudden kiss on his right cheek. ‘You will surely get a person who fits your bill exactly'. He placed his hands over hers and added further 'But, one thing dearie. Just be extra careful and cautious when you select your next person, for, I do not want to see or hear that you are unhappy again’. With a lot more confidence in her voice, she said decisively ‘Yes. I will. For you and most importantly for my happiness’. Saying thus, after paying the bill on a fifty-fifty basis, she knew this might be the last time she would see him. She clasped her hands tightly on to his for one last time and before she could bid him adieu , Rahul commented again ‘Nice pair’. Magically, an extra inch of smile attached to her face and she remarked mischievously ‘At least do you mean now what I think you mean?’. ‘Of course dear. I really meant your dangling’. He gave a short pause and said ‘ear-rings’. Both of them looked at each other and burst out laughing until tears of happiness rolled from their eyes. After their laughter had subsided, she gave him a big hug which Rahul reciprocated with the same intensity. She felt a drop of water drenching her T-shirt and realized that he had shed a drop of tear. 

Throughout this entire episode, he had shown a character of remarkable flawlessness which none would have displayed and this act of his aroused her curiosity. She blurted out asking ‘What’s wrong?’. To which, he replied with the same old characteristic coolness ‘ I never knew any girl would love me so deeply and sincerely. I am indeed a fool to miss out on such a wonderful person. I sincerely pray to god that no harm comes to you’. She was overwhelmed with emotion when Rahul actually told her this. He wiped her tears off and bade goodbye to her and started walking when she swiftly caught him by the hands and kissed him on his lips – gently, warmly , passionately and then lovingly . Had it not been for the pizzeria employees, they knew they would have been mummified in that posture for several eras together. ‘What was that for?’ he asked her teasingly when they had unlocked their lip lock. ‘A parting gift to my favorite person in this world ’ was her terse reply and she started walking without turning her back again. Rahul could distinctly hear the sound of her sobs very clearly. But, he knew there was no way for oil and water to be mixed together. It is only best when they are left unmixed. She understood it too. He saw the last of her tight pink T-shirt disappearing over the horizon. Standing alone, his mind and heart was heavier than osmium. The nearby trees blew a gentle breeze which cleared away his heavy thoughts. In a matter of minutes, they became lighter than the lightest feather. The Tyrannosaurus Rex was ready for its next grueling battle – SLEEP. 

The Memorable Evening

Lights beautifully bedecked the hemispherical dome. Lamps dazzled the already refulgent black and brown structure stained by oil. The stillness stimulated my senses to a degree which I haven't read so far in Geometry. But then, there was one thing which I was able to say with such much certitude. I was entering into a paradise. All my hairs stood up like those of a porcupine by the very entry into it. The atmosphere was so very charged. Something as vague as epsilon multiplied by 4 pi entered my mind. I dismissed the very thought of it as I knew that even during my 12th standard, I had much difficulty in remembering that dratted electrostatic formula. Suddenly, a wave brought me back to the reality from my disillusioned geometry and physics. It was the wave that described the true quintessence of selfless devotion. The charged atmosphere was charged even more by the vibrant wave of people chanting 'Swamiye Saranama Iyyappa' in unison. I joined the multiple of 30 odd people who must be in the temple at that time, some semi-naked and others cladded in the typical black and black outfit. Wading through such an intense crowd was a herculean task by itself. After crossing many such hurdles (even PT Usha might have been proud of me!), a sense of accomplishment overtook me when I stood before the sandalwood-adorned Iyyappan. No words can describe such infallible beauty. Standing there, I was beginning to lose myself when, as ever, the over-hyped intuition of mine started hyper-ventilating like a playful puppy. I didn't know what was going to happen but I was sure something was about to happen then. Based on that premise, I started to circle the temple premises. Hardly I took 14 steps, I knew then I could trust my intuition. It happened. The 30 odd mutiple people reduced slowly and gradually, and naturally the number of persons wearing black declined in the same fashion. But, she was not to be. Her floral pink dress just could not be missed in the throng of endless blacks. Praying that she may turn , she did turn exactly after my obligation was completed. I have heard : Cleopatra to be an enchantress; Ramba, Maneka, Oorvashi penetrated the concentration of many a sagacious sage via their glamorous structural composition and physical effemination. But, those damsels were only "heard". But, this girl was for real. In solid flesh and bone. If they were alive now, she is sure to have swallowed them all in a single gulp. As I was thinking what should be done next, many a head turned towards her direction and instantly I knew that competition was brewing. I just did what I had to do. Taking long strides, I reached her first and kissed her gently on her fore-head. She blushed. The on-lookers looked at me flabbergasted. Knowing very well that I beat the competition, I asked them to continue their own way when my eyes caught hers. It spoke tomes of innocence which only an innocent could have understood the best. Belonging to the elite culprit category, I was trying very hard to decipher that purity and chastity which her eyes spoke so loudly and clearly, and in volumes. I felt I was being imprinted. Thinking it must be the hangover of yester night's Breaking Dawn effect, finally, I tore my eyes away to see what was she upto. She still bore hers onto mine and smiled a smile which made me to feel that I was virtually levitating against the profound gravitational effect. The more she saw me, the more I felt being rised higher and higher and I realised that heaven was not beyond our beloved Mother Earth but within her. I would have touched the illimitable sky if it were not a sharp-sounding raspy voice asking me "What are you doing with my daughter" , thus breaking the eternal connection. Getting my senses back after the mesmerization, I was beginning to be cognizance of the surrounding when a finger tapped on my shoulder asking the same question in the same exact tone. I could feel the nail impinge on my skin beneath my thick T. It was her mother. By the looks of her, I could tell that she was very wary of strangers and even more warier of those who give a kiss to her daughter. If I hadnt opened my mouth then, I was sure that she would have called her Tarzan ! "Now I know from where your daughter got her beauty" was the only sole reply I could tell on seeing her. She blushed even more than her daughter to the extent her cheeks went from pinky rose to reddish red. Needless to say, she was fair. Seeing her mom, she conveniently went and stood beside her as if nothing had transpired until then, keeping her gaze fixed upon me. By the look on our faces, her mother knew that some sort of invisible connection existed between us. She remained silent to see if I were to say something. Anything. But, I was just transfixed by the spell her daughter had cast on me at no cost. Her tufts of hair started to dance in a mellifluence melody as soon as the gentle breeze laid its foothold on her. It was a sight to behold. Seconds grew into minutes and yes, before the minutes grew into hours, once again, her mom disrupted the link by saying " It is time. We should go now". No words escaped my mouth. I felt as I was dumb all my life. Heeding her mother, the girl started walking with a disappointed look on her lovely face. With every step she took, it seemed like she was at a distant light years away from me. Finally, finding my voice, I asked "Aunty. What is your daughter doing?". "A person knowing how to kiss my daughter knows very well to ask her this question" . She gave me the terse reply with a smile. "Enna Panra??" was the only thing which sprang to my mind. She looked at her mom and a silent nod indicated her approval. Once again, she gave me that assassin smile (making my insides to soar again) and replied "Nan adutha varusham lkg sera poren" and left the place and me but her innocent graceful face and her ' kallakabadam ' iladha smile left me with a boundless magnitude of an infinite joy.