Sunday, July 6, 2014

Between you and me


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All these years, without any form of communication from her and yet, here it was. Her book, in my hands. I fingered the spine lovingly, caressing it as I used to caress her cheek. Between you and me by Aanya, the cover proclaimed proudly. I smiled. 

I knew that the book was a secret dream which she cherished in her heart even then. One that scared and fascinated her at the same time. Something that she revealed to me and only me, when her confidence went for a toss.

Aanya, a whiff of love, a lot of confusions, plenty of things still left unsaid. Will her book hold any answers for me? Was it her way of letting me know, what she couldn't tell me those years ago? It all seemed ages back, a different lifetime when love was all that we needed. Love, the only thing that diffused my life into hers. Like spilled paints of yellow and red which formed orange, it was difficult to distinguish where one ended and the other began.

The author photograph showed a confident young woman smiling back at me. She looked different, a layer of sophistication now shrouded her, but the look in her eyes was the same. The same sparkle that I fell for. An innocent twinkle. Yet, holding a lot of secrets in its depths. Not daring to reveal the woman beneath.

Did she think of me? Did she ever miss me? A lot of questions raised through my tumultuous mind. But the most scariest one of all was what I had been avoiding all these years, did she ever love me?

I grabbed a cup of hot coffee and a freshly baked cream roll and sat back in my bed with her book. Would I ever find my answers in here? I lay back on my bed which was still warm and began to read the first page.

Love comes to us when we least expect it. It takes us in a sweep, holding us in its clutches and refusing to let go. Love is like a hurricane, it destructs. It is also like a rainbow, towards the end of a heavy downpour. For me, love is the scent of coffee and freshly baked bread. Love is the scent of his woody aftershave that I inhale when he holds me close. Love is his gentle caress and the crazy things he did for me. It gave me a new world and left a seamless void when it was snatched away too soon. Love is him. And only him - Aanya. 

I wiped away a tear which had begun to form at the corner of my eye and lay back to read the rest of what she had to say. It was going to be a long morning.


This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Also, linking it to Day 6 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge for July 2014 and NaBloPoMo

56 comments:

  1. awesome dear! you have a wonderful way with words :) loved the narration :)

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    1. Thank you Confused Soul! (Though I wish I knew your name!) :)

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  3. Lovely images and an intriguing story. Mmm, "Love is the scent of coffee and freshly baked bread" Just love it. Now I'm craving another coffee and some fresh bread.

    http://cattitudeandgratitude.blogspot.com/2014/07/ubc-day-6-queen-of-your-own-life.html

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    1. Thanks so much Cathy! Hope you get that steaming cup of coffee and a fresh loaf of bread!

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  4. This was such a touching tale Aathira. There's a heartwarming quality to your stories. They kind of hug your readers. Too good!

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    1. Awww! Vinodini, thanks a ton! Your comment is the highlight of my day :)

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  5. Your narration is captivating. Enjoyed the post.

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  6. Lovely story Aathira :) You have that power to capture the reader's attention.

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    1. Thanks so much Reema! I'm overwhelmed seeing your kind comments!

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  7. A lovely introduction to a novel.. :) Beautiful..

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    1. Thanks so much Anusree :) Glad that you enjoyed it!

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  8. Oh that is just beautiful.. you definitely have a way with words :)

    My UBC Day 6 Post

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    1. Thanks so much Bhavya! Welcome to my blog :)

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  9. But will it be long? :) If really in love with the words, it won't seem like it goes on forever. He might want it to, but it'll go fast I feel. Beautiful beautiful post, and the words.

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    1. Who knows, he may decide to call her up. They may even decide to meet :) Yes, the words may flow fast and the distance could be bridged. Thanks so so much Leo!

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  10. "Love is him. And only him - Aanya"

    Wow, that was so very romantic ! Beautiful words !!

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    1. Thanks so much Gayathri :) Sometimes, love is all we need!

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  11. with each blog post of yours..i have this smile on my face as each post is so magnetic that i can't resist but read !! And this one is awesome :) !

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    1. Awwww...! Thanks so much Love :) Your comments are a boost to get those creative juices in me flowing :)

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  12. A really nice read! loved the beautiful language and weave of words :)

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    1. Thank you for your lovely comment, Ankita :)

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  13. Beautiful....!!!!

    Even I also wonder at times how an author's aquaintances feel about the book....

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    1. Thank you, Rupasi :) This is just how I imagined it to be...

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  14. Love is getting the expectant answers from one's lover.
    Hope he got all the answers to his questions from the first page itself.
    My friend you are maturing so fast......keep going...make us proud...

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    1. That is so true. I hope he gets his answers as well... Thanks so much Da :)

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  15. This was such a compelling read, Athira! You have such a way of expression. And i also loved the creativity of this post. The little phrases that you've used, only could be described by someone who has felt them! Lovely :)

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    1. You flatter me so much, Soumyaa :) And I'm loving all the beautiful comments from you! Thanks so much Dear! Life can't exist without love, can it?

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  16. He'll get many answers & time will fly fast :)
    Touching one...

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    1. I hope so, Anita! Thanks a bunch :)

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  17. Oh this was brilliant! I too wish to write books that induce such deep feelings in the reader. And I already know a list of people who will pick my book and imagine it to be about them :P

    I loved this one, it was super awesome!

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    1. Thanks so much, Sister! You are already doing a magnificent job through the stories you weave and your book is going to be a super duper hit. I'm sure! And as to why people get so self obsessed, I have no idea.. Maybe it satisfies their big headed egos!

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  18. Aathira this is splendid. Enjoyed each word of this post.

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    1. Coming from you, that means so much Ma'am. Thank you!

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  19. Oh my God! Mind blowing this was :) The words you have used for the narrative captured me and I read it multiple times before I could bring myself to stop and comment.

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    1. And I read your comment over and over again! Thanks for making my day and bringing a smile on my face :) THANK YOU, Keirthana !

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  20. Like always you leave me jealous. Jealous of your style of narration.

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    1. Gosh! The Red handed queen of Blogger jealous of me?! Even though my writing style can hardly be compared to yours, I'm jumping up and down with joy ;) You make me a happy person with your comments :) Thanks, Love xoxo

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  21. Powerful lines in the end. That's what fluid and compelling writing is all about..started in a simple, sensitive manner to end with a bang:)
    A WoW post:)

    http://vishalbheeroo.wordpress.com/2014/07/06/wow-few-hours-altering-my-life/

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    1. Thanks so much, Vishal! Glad you liked it :)

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  22. OMG!!! This is so touchy...
    Enjoyed each word...
    Lovely A :)

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    1. Thank you, Locomente :) And each comment of yours is precious!

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  23. beautiful.. love is funny it has different meaning for different people ..

    you surly described one so very nicely

    Bikram

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    1. Thank you, Bikram :) True, like no two persons are same, love is different for everyone.

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  24. This is wonderful, Aathira !! I wish the meet, I wish they get back the love !

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    1. That is what I wished for too when I ended this :)

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  25. Beautiful. "Love, the only thing that diffused my life into hers. Like spilled paints of yellow and red which formed orange, it was difficult to distinguish where one ended and the other began." - Just beautiful. Loved it.

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    1. Thanks a lot, Jyotsna! You have made my day!

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