The Starry Night

I was busy with an impatient loneliness haunting me during my every dry weekends.Fussy traffic with honking noises,unrest of people struggling their lives to rush to their peaceful abodes,loud pop music playing eering all way from some unknown pub ,clinking of glasses from the nearby bar..the laughs and roasted fries authentic spice filled aura from the roadside,flying heart balloons and popping soap bubbles in the less starry midnight sky were a few of the many things I could witness from my 15^th storeyed balcony floor..reminding me what I missed as I puffed my last cigar more strongly.Being a financially settled broker…I had a filthy bank balance and why wouldn’t i..i have burned my ass for the last  6 years struggling to survive the cruel world for what it needs to be paid for the pay I get today.After a hectic project runway deals with many business socialites for the past 45 days..and winning the tender of work and making my peers overwhelmed..now,at this hour,I am resting with a restless soul under the fading moonlight with wavering thoughts of completing my last sip of the very fine and smooth Carlsberg..i emptied my soul…that night..

Mornings are like always,I woke upto the weening alarm served with the best fine continential cuisine..French Omlette with double cheese ; strawberry smoothie and cappuchino are my favourite and the head chef never disappoints me.As I completed my fruit-yogurt granola ,I received the definite call from my Mother..she never misses to attend me in the mornings.She started her list of taunts with a reminder that this month end ,its Kushal’s marriage and I need to be there to look after all the arrangements as I flunked the engagement party,I had no other choice.As I was already exhausted and completed all my major projects I thought it would be an easy deal for Mr.Mark to grant me leave.That evening I met my the grave man,who agreed without any hunch. I had all the designer things sleeved and packed  by Ramu bhaiyya,as I was busy working for an extra hours at office.I arrived to my place in business class ,reached the place where the big fat wedding will happen in about 10 days.Though I had a plan to reach just 2 days ahead..i couldn’t as the invitations list was over head.These Indian weddings are not my type I thought.Throwing  a lavish party for people whom you will never meet again and are way too bothered to think of attending it and you spend all your savings just to please and welcome a girl in your life.I would either remain single forever or get a registered..i loosened my choked cotton kurta..which hardly fits me now.

I was quite busy in booking the banquets,best in town and organising calls and finalising things with the event managers.Life sucks in a sweeter way if u can pay all the bills.Kushal however arrived on the third day and I could only meet him,the evening of the fourth day as he got engrossed in all the shopping.That evening Kushal seemed different to me, mean,happier soul…why not saale ki shaadi jo horahi.We sat on our roof top and started drinking and gossiping about the whereabouts.Kushal is never my type..He loves loud music..he barely gets around with academics and ofcourse was jobless till last year..these are the only things or a small bio,I can recall about him.Amidst our silly conversations,I came to know that Meera,the bride happens to be her girlfriend for 2 years.It hit me somewhere as I being so accomplished,rich and good looking,still remain single.Well, we accept the love we think we deserve,I thought and drifted the conversation and left to the bed room.Next morning,we met her at the Patisserie shop.She is a simple girl with no dashing looks..cute smile with big eyes,more traditional,the salwar kameez type in a cosmopolitan city ..average to suit my family I calmed.Meera is quite shy all the time however she takes great care of him and her eyes spoke more love for Kushal..shayad isiliye girgaya launda..She brought us some besan ke laddoo and Rajma chawal,shahi paneer ,made by her..that was quite a domestic gesture for a wife to carry, I thought.However, I avoided the olfactory property of Kushal as I was on my Keto diet.We drove home straight from the shop where my mind had many questions to ask but I couldn’t as I thought they were ahead of time.

I always believed in having standards and thought that if everything is well planned in our life we can never adjust to things which we donot deserve.I have worked with international clients,big shots ,attended parties of premiere and cult personalities..i would never settle for less in chosing a life partner.Tall,fair ,sculpted,rich,indepenent,angelic personalities beside you,fit in to the perfect frame..my perfect soulmate someone like Miranda Kerr ,I blushed..but I was little concerned about Kushal’s choice and more unrest that he never discussed about his decision.I was a lot anxious that night as we were 4 days away from the big day and from the next morning the house is going to be flooded with the unwanted relatives..It was 12 at night,I sat smoking in my corridor,fighting a few mosquitoes and also few cool breezes and checking out the bills and balances for the occasion. As I sneaked into Kushal’s room,who had a late night that day,just slipping into his pygamas.I called him for a smoke..he couldn’t deny.That night we talked an hour long about all the childhood stories ,memories and how hard it was for their mother to rise the boys single handedly and latter the responsibility was soon transferred onto my  shoulders at a very tender age.Now that Kushal,being the younger,has run faster into the decision of wedlock..i asked him..why he has to rush ,for he is young enough to marry.

Kushal laughed and puffed longer.A deep silence in the air.Maybe love is strange,I ended the silence.My strange gut asked him to tell his story..how ..though all I wanted to ask him was why..Kushal met Meera before he got his job..at the music class,where he was practising guitar and Meera was writing the notes for her next music play.The notes she writes,are what attracts him towards her.She had a soul,an ocean deep ,suspicious and calm as we go into the deeper depths.She is effortlessly cool from her side.She sings out her dreams and stories about her fantasies infront of a million salwarts  just the way she wanted to…and I have learnt simplicity and living free from her.She says what she wanted to and does the same..there is no in between..either people love for it or hate it…But still his narration didn’t upfill me.you might have found a friend but why as a life partner?? Just she is of opposite gender and your hormones? I murmured .Kushal had no time to take it as a joke..he smiled at me said..you will know..when you will and as the smokes of the last cigar disappeared..and at last flame dust burn..we left to our rooms.

The day of wedding has finally come.I have welcomed and smiled at faces I have  or will never meet my entire life..and ouch my jaw started aching.Everything had a finesse style and statement..just the way I wanted it to be- Perfect.Lights,music,dance,drama,delicasies,drinks,events..nothing  was left unturned.It was one grand wedding in our family for generations to remember,I thought..project accomplished.There were beautiful girls too trying to strike me out at a point..but gentlemen donot fell easily..and Yes!! The couple got happily married for their everafter..

Its already been 3 months from the wedding..I happened to sit on the same table in my balcony under the starry night..sipping the coffee and checking out my emails.I received a dropbox of Meera­­_Kushal Wedding,how easily she adapted our new family.Mom hardly calls me and whenever she calls and keeps praising her and how she could be the most beautiful daughter one can get. How wrong my views were about her..just because she doesn’t have any financial status or definite looks…sick of me I thought..just then the iphone buzzed.Naina ,a shrewd client want to have a business deal tomorrow morning sharp 8 a.m followed by breakfast and the phone was called off..How arrogant lady ,I thought.I recovered from my senses searching for my moon under the starry night.I had met many girls whom I have perfectly dreamt of playing the character in my mind but somehow I could never involve in talking to them..maybe I don’t trust myself more or donot want to be conscious of my ownself or I have been greatly fantasized about my life partner..why am I overthinking,11 pm thoughts, I turned down my laptop and slept for the day.

            Being a Nerd,I hardly find it interesting to hangout in life and my usual days went by reading books,Gaming and sometimes cooking,that’s all I do iff i  get a little space for myself.Reading Novels made me believe that every human awaits a “Zing” to happen in my life but life is not a rewritten one…you need to face women first,which is the last thing I will do,even in dreams.So,it’s a fact that am single and maybe I will remain like one forever as I have been rejecting the proposals sent by my mom and bhabi..as am in no mood to let someone enter my space.I am a goofy introvert.Sometimes I question myself ,is it really necessary to marry ,which is tagged as the final settlement in life ..brush it off my head..these thougths are getting weirder day by day..buzz off these matrimony sites..i shutdown all the listers sent by my family.Puff,the smoke around me danced,lured and left me alone again.

This time,when I left home for Diwali,a must attend one as it was the first festival for the newly weds,the topic really crossed of the limits.The annoyed family scared the shit out of me that within a month,if I donot find a match,they would all leave to Rishikesh yatra and never return.They mocked at my ideas of finding my girl,unborn,and mocked at my grey hair,frown mechanised face.Even my looks were quite supporting them this time.Back on my,I started checking out if I have any girlfriends in my list but most of them were a woman friends..Psst!One month to run away from this world,I gasped.Next day,as it was raining,and having  a jammed car and no cabs available..And I have to take the local share auto which was already loaded than its capacity.As I was about to get in,someone pulled me from behind and got instead.That act just got my blood rushed to the point of exploding my nerves.She is Dimple,daughter of Sima Aunty,my neighbour ,mannerless brat I thought.She didn’t even say thanks.I took another auto much more crooked than the one left,dropping me near the Metro.Enough I lose my senses to this awakward chipmunk I thought,when she waved at me near the station offering some roasted peanuts,sauted with lime and onions.I budged it,for her sake.Well,I wonder the chatter box never stays alone ,unlike today..she started asking me my schedule plans and what made her purchase the peanuts,as if I care.Am off to the Grocery mall kid,I moved away.I couldn’t resist the deadpan look when she sat by me in the metro.You could have taken the ladies compartment,I said chokingly.She is plugged in her mobile.Down at the station she followed me,picking some essentials and then handed them to me,saying to return it to Sima,as she has to hangout with her friends for a movie.Excuse me!! I will never..miss ..and she’s left already…Dimple is one spoilt kid of this Snapchat,insta generation.I wish I could never meet her again.

That evening Simi aunty bought me pakodas and invited to their apartment,as it was Dimple’s birthday and every member was invited.I am usually a private person not attending such parties,but today evening,I thought of attending for the misunderstanding happened in my mind for the day.It was a beautiful party ,themed quite in a girly fashioned and Dimple was all going gaga over the gifts.The only best part for me was the homemade few dishes,as I left asap,even though every other person were having fun insanely there.Night I sat under the starry night again,there was moon this time but hiding behind the clouds,refusing to shine on me.I enjoy my lonely nights under these fading lights.As I lit my cigar,I heard a messy sound behind me,resonating slowly and moving towards me.Ah! Dimple it was.I am not angry this time as it was her abode too and today is her birthday,only as long as she doesn’t annoys me,I would slip away,I thought.Dimple asked me for her birthday present.She wasn’t asking but she was showing me..her finger pointing straight towards the red beaming cigar pressed between my cold fingers.Say what..kid,I was startled.She said,as she was 21 now,she has the right to taste it.She could swiftly reach and puffed a long before I could speak about it.Thankyou for the gift mister ,saying she left me at peace.i never saw her again for some weeks.

But there was a strange thing about Dimple,that amuses me.Carefree,lively,bold,irressistant,young,adamant…maybe something or everthing which I don’t have.Every day,I look at her door ,just to witness what the little devil is upto today..she seemed interesting to me.Weekends ,I get a glimpse of her always chic,rushing to her friends..throwing back a smile to me..or just a mocking laughter.Dimple,became a good friend of mine on insta..and I like checking her colourful and chirpy posts ..she is so much fun by life,I thought…maybe I was missing all these things in my life,questions my alterego.I never knew that the most annoying gal,extrovert,college bunker,skinny,messy ofcourse free lancer will be the one gal who I stalk these days,waiting longer at terrace,taking metros,a programmer being an istagrammer,enjoying the pakodas or sharing my culinary skills near Simis’..Oh!What is happening to me….Freakingly uncanny.. not my thing at all…Maybe,I can never name this feeling,but I was enjoying the time of this most bizarre gal.I shall never let this feel leave me..it just stays with me..within me..i sat under the fullmoon light that night.

I was busy with an impatient loneliness haunting me during my every dry weekends.Busy traffics with honking noises,unrest of people struggling their lives to rush to their peaceful abodes,loud pop music playing eering all way from some unknown pub ,clinking of glasses from the nearby bar..the laughs and roasted fries authentic spice filled aura from the roadside,flying heart balloons and popping soap bubbles in the less starry midnight sky were a few of the many things I could witness from my 15^th storeyed balcony floor..reminding me what I missed as I puffed my last cigar more strongly.Being a financially settled broker…I had a filthy bank balance and why wouldn’t i..i have burned my ass for the last  6 years struggling to survive the cruel world for what it needs to be paid for the pay I get today.After a hectic project runway deals with many business socialites for the past 45 days..and winning the tender of work and making my peers overwhelmed..now,at this hour,I am resting with a restless soul under the fading moonlight with wavering thoughts of completing my last sip of the very fine and smooth Carlsberg..i emptied my soul…that night..

Mornings are like always,I woke upto the weening alarm served with the best fine continential cuisine..French Omlette with double cheese ; strawberry smoothie and cappuchino are my favourite and the head chef never disappoints me.As I completed my fruit-yogurt granola ,I received the definite call from my Mother..she never misses to attend me in the mornings.She started her list of taunts with a reminder that this month end ,its Kushal’s marriage and I need to be there to look after all the arrangements as I flunked the engagement party,I had no other choice.As I was already exhausted and completed all my major projects I thought it would be an easy deal for Mr.Mark to grant me leave.That evening I met my the grave man,who agreed without any hunch. I had all the designer things sleeved and packed  by Ramu bhaiyya,as I was busy working for an extra hours at office.I arrived to my place in business class ,reached the place where the big fat wedding will happen in about 10 days.Though I had a plan to reach just 2 days ahead..i couldn’t as the invitations list was over head.These Indian weddings are not my type I thought.Throwing  a lavish party for people whom you will never meet again and are way too bothered to think of attending it and you spend all your savings just to please and welcome a girl in your life.I would either remain single forever or get a registered..i loosened my choked cotton kurta..which hardly fits me now.

I was quite busy in booking the banquets,best in town and organising calls and finalising things with the event managers.Life sucks in a sweeter way if u can pay all the bills.Kushal however arrived on the third day and I could only meet him,the evening of the fourth day as he got engrossed in all the shopping.That evening Kushal seemed different to me, mean,happier soul…why not saale ki shaadi jo horahi.We sat on our roof top and started drinking and gossiping about the whereabouts.Kushal is never my type..He loves loud music..he barely gets around with academics and ofcourse was jobless till last year..these are the only things or a small bio,I can recall about him.Amidst our silly conversations,I came to know that Meera,the bride happens to be her girlfriend for 2 years.It hit me somewhere as I being so accomplished,rich and good looking,still remain single.Well, we accept the love we think we deserve,I thought and drifted the conversation and left to the bed room.Next morning,we met her at the Patisserie shop.She is a simple girl with no dashing looks..cute smile with big eyes,more traditional,the salwar kameez type in a cosmopolitan city ..average to suit my family I calmed.Meera is quite shy all the time however she takes great care of him and her eyes spoke more love for Kushal..shayad isiliye girgaya launda..She brought us some besan ke laddoo and Rajma chawal,shahi paneer ,made by her..that was quite a domestic gesture for a wife to carry, I thought.However, I avoided the olfactory property of Kushal as I was on my Keto diet.We drove home straight from the shop where my mind had many questions to ask but I couldn’t as I thought they were ahead of time.

I always believed in having standards and thought that if everything is well planned in our life we can never adjust to things which we donot deserve.I have worked with international clients,big shots ,attended parties of premiere and cult personalities..i would never settle for less in chosing a life partner.Tall,fair ,sculpted,rich,indepenent,angelic personalities beside you,fit in to the perfect frame..my perfect soulmate someone like Miranda Kerr ,I blushed..but I was little concerned about Kushal’s choice and more unrest that he never discussed about his decision.I was a lot anxious that night as we were 4 days away from the big day and from the next morning the house is going to be flooded with the unwanted relatives..It was 12 at night,I sat smoking in my corridor,fighting a few mosquitoes and also few cool breezes and checking out the bills and balances for the occasion. As I sneaked into Kushal’s room,who had a late night that day,just slipping into his pygamas.I called him for a smoke..he couldn’t deny.That night we talked an hour long about all the childhood stories ,memories and how hard it was for their mother to rise the boys single handedly and latter the responsibility was soon transferred onto my  shoulders at a very tender age.Now that Kushal,being the younger,has run faster into the decision of wedlock..i asked him..why he has to rush ,for he is young enough to marry.

Kushal laughed and puffed longer.A deep silence in the air.Maybe love is strange,I ended the silence.My strange gut asked him to tell his story..how ..though all I wanted to ask him was why..Kushal met Meera before he got his job..at the music class,where he was practising guitar and Meera was writing the notes for her next music play.The notes she writes,are what attracts him towards her.She had a soul,an ocean deep ,suspicious and calm as we go into the deeper depths.She is effortlessly cool from her side.She sings out her dreams and stories about her fantasies infront of a million salwarts  just the way she wanted to…and I have learnt simplicity and living free from her.She says what she wanted to and does the same..there is no in between..either people love for it or hate it…But still his narration didn’t upfill me.you might have found a friend but why as a life partner?? Just she is of opposite gender and your hormones? I murmured .Kushal had no time to take it as a joke..he smiled at me said..you will know..when you will and as the smokes of the last cigar disappeared..and at last flame dust burn..we left to our rooms.

The day of wedding has finally come.I have welcomed and smiled at faces I have  or will never meet my entire life..and ouch my jaw started aching.Everything had a finesse style and statement..just the way I wanted it to be- Perfect.Lights,music,dance,drama,delicasies,drinks,events..nothing  was left unturned.It was one grand wedding in our family for generations to remember,I thought..project accomplished.There were beautiful girls too trying to strike me out at a point..but gentlemen donot fell easily..and Yes!! The couple got happily married for their everafter..

Its already been 3 months from the wedding..I happened to sit on the same table in my balcony under the starry night..sipping the coffee and checking out my emails.I received a dropbox of Meera­­_Kushal Wedding,how easily she adapted our new family.Mom hardly calls me and whenever she calls and keeps praising her and how she could be the most beautiful daughter one can get. How wrong my views were about her..just because she doesn’t have any financial status or definite looks…sick of me I thought..just then the iphone buzzed.Naina ,a shrewd client want to have a business deal tomorrow morning sharp 8 a.m followed by breakfast and the phone was called off..How arrogant lady ,I thought.I recovered from my senses searching for my moon under the starry night.I had met many girls whom I have perfectly dreamt of playing the character in my mind but somehow I could never involve in talking to them..maybe I don’t trust myself more or donot want to be conscious of my ownself or I have been greatly fantasized about my life partner..why am I overthinking,11 pm thoughts, I turned down my laptop and slept for the day.

            Being a Nerd,I hardly find it interesting to hangout in life and my usual days went by reading books,Gaming and sometimes cooking,that’s all I do iff i  get a little space for myself.Reading Novels made me believe that every human awaits a “Zing” to happen in my life but life is not a rewritten one…you need to face women first,which is the last thing I will do,even in dreams.So,it’s a fact that am single and maybe I will remain like one forever as I have been rejecting the proposals sent by my mom and bhabi..as am in no mood to let someone enter my space.I am a goofy introvert.Sometimes I question myself ,is it really necessary to marry ,which is tagged as the final settlement in life ..brush it off my head..these thougths are getting weirder day by day..buzz off these matrimony sites..i shutdown all the listers sent by my family.Puff,the smoke around me danced,lured and left me alone again.

This time,when I left home for Diwali,a must attend one as it was the first festival for the newly weds,the topic really crossed of the limits.The annoyed family scared the shit out of me that within a month,if I donot find a match,they would all leave to Rishikesh yatra and never return.They mocked at my ideas of finding my girl,unborn,and mocked at my grey hair,frown mechanised face.Even my looks were quite supporting them this time.Back on my,I started checking out if I have any girlfriends in my list but most of them were a woman friends..Psst!One month to run away from this world,I gasped.Next day,as it was raining,and having  a jammed car and no cabs available..And I have to take the local share auto which was already loaded than its capacity.As I was about to get in,someone pulled me from behind and got instead.That act just got my blood rushed to the point of exploding my nerves.She is Dimple,daughter of Sima Aunty,my neighbour ,mannerless brat I thought.She didn’t even say thanks.I took another auto much more crooked than the one left,dropping me near the Metro.Enough I lose my senses to this awakward chipmunk I thought,when she waved at me near the station offering some roasted peanuts,sauted with lime and onions.I budged it,for her sake.Well,I wonder the chatter box never stays alone ,unlike today..she started asking me my schedule plans and what made her purchase the peanuts,as if I care.Am off to the Grocery mall kid,I moved away.I couldn’t resist the deadpan look when she sat by me in the metro.You could have taken the ladies compartment,I said chokingly.She is plugged in her mobile.Down at the station she followed me,picking some essentials and then handed themtome,saying to return it to Sima,as she has to hangout with her friends for a movie.Excuse me!! I will never..miss ..and she’s left already…Dimple is one spoilt kid of this Snapchat,insta generation.I wish I could never meet her again.

That evening Simi aunty bought me pakodas and invited to their apartment,as it was Dimple’s birthday and every member was invited.I am usually a private person not attending such parties,but today evening,I thought of attending for the misunderstanding happened in my mind for the day.It was a beautiful party ,themed quite in a girly fashioned and Dimple was all going gaga over the gifts.The only best part for me was the homemade few dishes,as I left asap,even though every other person were having fun insanely there.Night I sat under the starry night again,there was moon this time but hiding behind the clouds,refusing to shine on me.I enjoy my lonely nights under these fading lights.As I lit my cigar,I heard a messy sound behind me,resonating slowly and moving towards me.Ah! Dimple it was.I am not angry this time as it was her abode too and today is her birthday,only as long as she doesn’t annoys me,I would slip away,I thought.Dimple asked me for her birthday present.She wasn’t asking but she was showing me..her finger pointing straight towards the red beaming cigar pressed between my cold fingers.Say what..kid,I was startled.She said,as she was 21 now,she has the right to taste it.She could swiftly reach and puffed a long before I could speak about it.Thankyou for the gift mister ,saying she left me at peace.i never saw her again for some weeks.

But there was a strange thing about Dimple,that amuses me.Carefree,lively,bold,irressistant,young,adamant…maybe something or everthing which I don’t have.Every day,I look at her door ,just to witness what the little devil is upto today..she seemed interesting to me.Weekends ,I get a glimpse of her always chic,rushing to her friends..throwing back a smile to me..or just a mocking laughter.Dimple,became a good friend of mine on insta..and I like checking her colourful and chirpy posts ..she is so much fun by life,I thought…maybe I was missing all these things in my life,questions my alterego.I never knew that the most annoying gal,extrovert,college bunker,skinny,messy ofcourse free lancer will be the one gal who I stalk these days,waiting longer at terrace,taking metros,a programmer being an istagrammer,enjoying the pakodas or sharing my culinary skills near Simis’..Oh!What is happening to me….Freakingly uncanny.. not my thing at all…Maybe,I can never name this feeling,but I was enjoying the time of this most bizarre gal.I shall never let this feel leave me..it just stays with me..within me..i sat under the fullmoon light that night....