He was sitting in his car admiring the river flow by ahead of him. He didn’t know when he had stopped by the bridge, or for how long had he been staring at the river. The river with all of its calm flow and huge size seemed serene. He smiled, and pulled the car out in reverse before taking it to the main road. In just a few moments he had driven over the bridge and then took the right turn as he approached it. It would take him towards the mall where he had planned to watch a movie with her.
Her. Her, is where his brain would stop working on other things for a moment and just think about her. Her. He tried to take his mind of her for a while since he was driving. It was as empty road ahead except for the odd car or two far away. Since such empty roads were hard to come by at such times, he made good use of them and reached the mall much earlier than he had thought. After parking the car outside, he went towards the ticket counter to collect the tickets. He had already booked the tickets online and just showed the sms before signing on the receipt and taking his tickets.
Before he could wonder about what to do next, he could make out a white car coming towards the mall. It looked like her car from afar. As the car came closer it did not turn towards the mall parking but kept going on the road ahead. He shrugged and walked towards the coffee shop. He opened the door and walked towards his favorite spot near the glass pane. It was a wonderful spot as one could see the roads outside, and smell the aroma of the coffee coming from the coffee machine nearby. There was no lingering aroma today though but the barista was busy making something. He signaled for his usual to be brought to him. He calmly sipped his coffee and waited for her to arrive while lost in his thoughts.
A few moments later he could see her coming out of the parking. He walked into the atrium towards her signaling for her with a wave. She was talking on her cell but nodded her head after seeing him wave. His mind began to focus on her again. This time he was looking at her lips move such effortlessly as she spoke and felt that he could just stand there and watch her talk for long and admire the motion of her lips. He began to feel an urge to kiss her.
‘Not like this,’ he thought ‘tell her about it first. Tell her what she makes you feel.’
“Did I make you wait for long?”
“Nope not much, got here early enough to have a coffee though. Let’s go.”
He walked ahead but she didn’t walk with him, and just stood there with a smile on her face. He went back and tried to pull her by her hand. He tried to, but his hand just passed through. He didn’t realize it at first and tried to pull her hand, but it passed through again. He had a look of wonder on his face, as he looked up at her face. She had a mischievous grin on her face now. He couldn’t understand what was happening, and tried to pull her hand again. As his hand passed through hers, she disappeared in a puff of smoke. He stood there, shocked.
“Come on Rahul, aren’t we getting late?” She called him with the same impish grin and a wave. She was now standing behind him.
“What are you doing?” He tried to touch her waving hand again, but the moment he touched it she disappeared in smoke again.
“What happened Rahul? Why aren’t you coming?” and she appeared to his right.
This time she didn’t wait for him to touch her but disappeared again as soon as he turned.
Rahul didn’t know how to react as she kept coming and disappearing in clouds of smoke all around the atrium. His eyes just kept following her eyes. Her eyes that were full of mischief.
“HHmnmnmn”, he grunted.
“Get up, I need to put this sheet away for washing.”
He turned around to see his mom come in to focus. He took a moment to check his surroundings. He was in his bed and his mother was pulling the sheet off. It had all been a dream. He got up and sat on the edge of the bed wondering about this dream. While his mom was talking something about the sheet, he was still under shock from what had happened in this dream. He didn’t collect anything of what was being told but just nodded before going to the bathroom. He had a nice long cold shower while he tried not to think about the dream. He quietly had his breakfast and kissed his mom on the forehead before leaving for the movie. He told her that since he was going for a movie, he wouldn’t be coming home for lunch.
He took out his car and drove towards the mall. Had it not been for the traffic that was normal for this hour, he would have been there earlier. He parked his car, and slowly walked towards the ticket counter. She was already standing there waiting for him. He collected the tickets before walking towards her. She was smiling at him. Just a regular smile at seeing someone familiar and quite unlike the grin he dreamt of. They hugged when he came close, and he held on to her for a moment longer than he normally would.
He wanted to tell her about the dream, and what he felt about her. He tried to reassure himself that she was real in that extra moment with her. But instead he just felt afraid.
14 thoughts on “Her mischievous grin”
Santulan, this is so beautiful. Unique narrative and recipe for a short film. What say?:)
🙂 Hehe.. THanks.. Do let me know if you know any film maker 😛 I can have it as part of a short film collection like Darna Mana hai or Dus Kahaniyaan
definitely, I will:)
Hey! This is my maiden visit to your space and here I am, enthralled by your work. I could visualize the situation you’ve written so beautifully! Such a detailed story! Wonderful, Santulan 🙂
Thank you for those comments Navmi.. Welcome to my place.. Hope you enjoy more of my work
Navmi, glad to see you here too 🙂
Whoa! The post had me hooked and shivering with fright at the same time! Amazing play of words, Hrishikesh! Loved this one 🙂
A very good narrative with a detailed description…liked it a lot
I always have liked the way you build up the narrative. And the way you close it. And in this instance the fear, it was very real. Loved it Hrishi 🙂
Now I am as anxious as the guy. Good work, Hrishi. 🙂
you know, you have always been a great story teller. This one feels like it could be part of a larger story – its fine as a short work – but it leaves the door open for something longer. Do you remember the Cafe? I’ve been writing there again since March.
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You do story telling beautiful…they are sure captivating 🙂
Thank you 🙂