The Gal with a Tattoo!!--PART I

What brings a charm or power in a story?Why does the phrase "Once upon a Time.." always excite a child .Why do we believe in magic and Fantasies that could never exist around!!Is it the author's heart or the reader's soul that fall to each other.Does this magic exist in people who amaze you often..Maybe because we always desire to live through stories told by our grand parents when we flunk our schools,bed time stories narration by dad and ofcourse fairy tales and super hero potboilers by our siblings where we imagine that we are going to deal such surreal things for real..

Well ,my childhood ,went moslty through many such stories of all fables juxtaposed for every footstep of my life.Living with confidence and believing that new things await on the other side of the lane is mostly the essence of life and why not..beginnings are called half successes.

Today , i wanna a write a beautiful occurrence,i never thought could have happened.Sarah and i were quite good friends,known for twinning things and maintain the same frequency of crazy wild hangouts.God knows we have tattooed together on our collar bones.Sarah happens to be a Goan,full of the wild and party animal.Huh!Bitch she was,for all the love ... an irreplaceable sassy .
We quite interestingly met in a metro,where she was about to puke cos of the hangover and i managed to drop her to her apartments,as i couldnot leave her in those slum rags which i then believed(chuckle)..From then,we often used to cross each other at Metro,but never greatly talked.

It was that time,i was settling(haha..an year or two passed) in Hyderabad,where i met a situation which demanded to meet this crazy..metro gal again.This time however it was not at the station..but outside my PG building.Not in my craziest dreams i could believe that  she is a type to get along in the hostels.,but to my very horrid face,she hopped into my room for two,hugged me before i could wink and started sorting her luggage which could never fit into the the entire closet collection of  my building.Well ,Sarah,as she told me that time,is gal full of energy like a conqueror who knows how to live life at the moment.Settling with her was quite experimental at beginning but turned out to be adventurous over the period.

Sarah has  a unique essence of her own.She partied almost every day except for weekends.Weekends she used to practice for the band she works with and mostly hangs on to me.And ,i being a regular degree leke job karlo type started to get amused with her increasingly stupendous skills.Is God partial towards a few?Or is it we donot know what we think we can be? All are special,born to be achievers,my ammi says...Afterall ..God doesnt makes Junk says the story books.

Sarah is never afraid of grades,hikes or bunks.She is born to live free.All u need is the courage to fly.
Courage is a Choice.Courage is an opinion.You always have it beside you to pick or settle.

It was on my birthday..i hardly expected any greetings..and why would i?i never wished someone on their special days.I just woke up early,prayed ,my day at office to end well and left this gal still cozy on her bed..i remember she telling me not to wakeup her other day.I left to my office..in a salwar kameez ..hairdo that could hardly stand,wearing all metallics and pumps gifted by my gal.I felt am top of the world in them..hell,yeah,now i know that for confidence u need a killer dress with attitude.

Around 11a.m,i got a call to immediately leave with a message" Sarah is sick".Oh these skinny gals,i thought for a second on my way ,out of office. Badass Gal again..i saw her waiting at the exit gate on  her vibrant vespa..which none in the town chooses to ride.She started the engine before i could ask her.

She set me up.In the bag,she gave me was her DSLR,wine for the party,mobile and nothing else.And  i ,in my bag had the entire survival kit.Ha!i tell you how well we balance each other.I had no clue where she was taking me but i enjoyed singing loud along the whole ride.We put on our Rayban,chewed gum now and then and selfied full of heart

At 1 am ,we reached the Anantagiri Hills,which i remember once telling Sarah about the scenic views and lake for Rafting.Omg! am making it to this trip..Finally ,we reached  the point,luckily my box contained few pieces of the cake which we savoured like dogs.The weather turned out to be quite welcoming with a little drizzling making it favourable and less exhaustive..We clicked ,posed,flaunted our tattoo ,shouted over the hill top view..only if i could have wings i thought and then kissed Sarah for she made me fly.We sat there for a while sipped the wine and were quite excited for the next task,Rafting.

As it ,being ,rainy season,the water was roaring down the hills.It was a little terrifying scene to kayak all the way in those whirpools,before i could restrain and refrain,i saw Sarah already taking the ticket and buckling the life jackets.Thereis no way or wish to get myself killed on my day,i prayed.Sarah was shouting slogans like "Bring it on" "we can die this way" what not..The water was freezingly cold and the rocks were huge and slimy..reducing all ur chances of survival.Well ,time to die i thought to myself and got into the creekboats shaking.I couldnt know if it was the water or fear.All the stories,family pictures scrolled ad flashed in my mind for a second.It started!!!!